He had hardly taken a sip from his cup when his mobile rang. He looked at the screen and grimaced. He had returned from New Delhi late last night and had resumed duties sharp at ten. He had given his maid three days leave, as he wasn't sure when he was going to return back. He wasn't able to get a night's sleep yet. It had been only two hours and his boss had called him to his cabin at least five times. Now why the fuck did he have to call on his mobile? 'Have you heard the news today Arunava? ' His boss's cold, emotionless voice rang into his ears, irritating him further. 'No I'm not a fucking robot you asshole', he wanted to whisper into his ears and gauge his reaction. He didn't have the energy to prepare his breakfast and the old haggard was talking about watching TV. Moreover why didn't he remember to ask him at his chamber? It made his heart beat faster. He knew when his boss put things deliberately off. He would definitely be told to stay late and discuss another case with him
Shivangi was alone all over again. She had only one friend, her sister, whom she could call and talk for hours to let go of her loneliness. But fate had taken her away too like her parents. Now there were only the four walls, ceiling and the inanimate furniture to give her company. But she couldn't blame Upendra. He had taken care of her all these months and didn't let her complain about anything. Now he had an important client meet at Mumbai. Upendra was ambitious and didn't want to get tethered to his family for long. Otherwise it was just the two of them. And they had all the material comforts of the world. Then again maybe that was the reason why he wanted to keep himself busy in work. To forget the void in his life. But thinking optimistically, there were so many couples in the world who had adopted a child. She had talked it out with him during the initial years of their marriage, but Upendra didn't agree. She had found out Upendra to be old-fashioned in this regard. Was his hu
When Arunava slowed down his car and took a U-turn around the divider, he noticed flashes of lightening in the sky. A pitter-patter of raindrops followed suite. SH 6 was still thirteen kilometers away from here following the long drive of thirty seven kilometres according to the location showing on Google map. He remembered the night he had taken a U-turn towards Dunlop more .. while on his way back home . He had seen her off at her sister's flat in Saltlec about an hour before that. She was driving alone. He was driven merely by intuition then. And it had been a next to impossible task of saving her. But this time he was aware of her danger. Though he had very less time in hand. And it was what was making him restless. Arunava increased his pressure on the accelerator. The wiper was cleaning the windscreen continually and as it did the road leapt up before his eyes illuminated by the fog lights of his car. Darkness, which had descended like ghosts on either side was being dissipated
When Arunava reached the 'Chandannagar Sub-Divisional Hospital' at last it was 5:30 in the morning. Shivangi had gone into a coma, the doctors who attended her told Arunava. After admitting her he called up Upendra Ghosh. He was in Mumbai, attending a meeting. He'd be catching the next available flight to Kolkata, he said. He didn't seemed to be much worried about his wife, though he feigned it. It was everything Arunava could do at the moment. He knew his heart would bleed whenever he'd think of her. Would she survive this time? The doctors said chances were very rare. Arunava was upto his ears in work, otherwise he could've taken few days off and attended her. Though he knew his over-enthusisam would be unexplainable to Upendra and cause problems between the husband-wife again. It wasn't long that they had been reconciled. How could he allow himself to play gooseberry ? Arunava himself got fourteen stitches, ten at the back of his head, four on his side temple. CT scan showed all n
1st Century, 57 BCE: On a lesser frequented road, somewhere near Ujjain, Madhya Pradesh, IndiaIt was the fourteenth of the dark half of Bhadra according to lunar calender. An impenetrable veil of darkness seemed to have descended on the earth, where ever one might turn one's eyes. A dead silence prevailed everywhere, broken in between by wind whispering through the branches of trees and shrill calling of night birds . Suddenly sound of hoofs could be heard at a distance. Silhouettes of horses are found piercing the darkness forward. The horse riders' heads are ensconced in helmets with aventails covering lower halves of their faces, necks and shoulders; metal coats are draped around their robust torsos, spears held in hands, shields tied to their backs, swords dangle from their waist girdles. The army rode past leaving a trail of thick cloud of dust behind, which further reduced visibility. 'How far away have we travelled from Pataliputra?' One of the soldiers askedThe Amber fort
1st Century, 57 BCE: Forest area near Ujjain, Madhya Pradesh, IndiaAs soon as Pataliputra's special regiment entered the forest a heavy storm broke-in. Soon water started pouring down through the canopy of branches and leaves of trees. Visibility got constrained to only occassional outbursts of lightening, with the raging of thunder. The army got scattered in no time. Suddenly the growl of a beast could be heard from a distance. In a matter of minutes the growl approached near, followed by splashing of water from puddles made into the clayey ground . The lightning showed tall grasses swaying in front of a soldier. The next moment something threw him down from the horse-seat and pulled him inside the bushes. A blood-curdling scream ran from one end of the forest to another. 'What was that? Hey can anyone hear me?' A soldier shouted.'Stay still wherever you are brother' .Someone shouted back from a distance.The animal was approaching them stealthily. Everyone took position with the
1st Century, 57 BCE: Hilly terrain and Forest area near Ujjain, Madhya Pradesh, IndiaIn his mind, he still wasn't sure about whether the path he was treading was right. He was known and respected by the people for his righteousness. Then was it moral to love a brother's wife? This secret attack he had planned - it was all for the sake of Nandini. How dare someone seek her for his carnal pleasures? And what kind of a man his brother was? He wished he'd have killed him too. But he was Vikramaditya. He couldn't let his personal emotions come in between his path of dharma. He had even questioned himself several times, had tried to suppress his feelings for Nandini .. but those eyes .. those lotus shaped eyes had broken down all barricades of reason. There was a longing .. a yearning in them which Vikram could never ignore. He knew his brother wasn't loyal to her, despite her being caring and dutiful and treated her no more than the other courtesans he slept with. In fact Shankha didn't h
1st Century, 57 BCE: Shankha's hidden chamber, somewhere in Malwa, West-Central IndiaAt the time Vikram was busy combatting the undead near the Udaipur fort Shankha was watching the scene through his magic ball. As the creatures slaughtered Vikram's men one by one, a sadistic smile crossed his lips. 'So there you are my dear brother, a gladiator prince .. fighting ghouls .. entertaining people. I see you have become a hero. But Shankha has other plans, what can you do? Whenever the country is in turmoil your kshatriya blood starts boiling. But you don't understand the simple fact that to ascend government ranks one has to be politically motivated. A prince should imitate the qualities of a fox and lion. Just by living an austere life and practicing idealism can't make you the king of Pataliputra, even if you have been predicted to become so. Astrologers and priests had predicted the lives of men from times immemorial, but wise men have always won over ill-fate. Even to carry his fat