The Girl who got killed | Part: 2 |

                                 Part: 2

     ‘Oh, sorry beta ji..I thought it’s free’ he politely said.

     ‘No problem uncle’ I answered

     He moved aside and I sat down on my seat. After a while I was having my biscuits and then I heard something… seemed like someone was crying. I turned back to see what happened but I didn’t find anyone crying. So I plugged in my earphones and closed my eyes.

     After around 30 minutes I felt a tap on my shoulder. I opened my eyes, it was the same uncle who was earlier sitting on my seat.

     ‘Hanji Uncle..boliye’ I said

     ‘Beta I know it doesn’t sound good, but can I have something to eat?’ he asked the question which I was not ready for.

     I scaned him from top to bottom. He looked like he belongs from a well to do family ‘But why is he asking for food?’ I said in my mind. His eyes were red. He was the one who was crying.

      I couldn’t say ‘No’ to him, so I pulled out lays packet which I’d bought from the bus stand and handed it over to him.

     He thanked and went back to his seat.

     I thought maybe he  has forgotten his wallet and he has no money to buy anything. So I put my earphones again and kept listening to songs.

     It was around 2 in the afternoon when I reached Bangalore. I booked Ola cab and headed towards the hostel which I’d booked when I got selected for this profile.

     The room was quite well. There were two beds, from which one belongs to me and the other one is for my roommate who hasn’t come yet. There was a window from which you could see nothing but a house of neighbours. There were a couple of racks to place our belongings.

     I put my luggage under the bed and went to take a shower.

    

The Girl who got killed | Part: 1 |

                                   Part: 1

     I remember the date well: 23^rd May 2015, the day I attended the interview of Infosys and I don’t know how but I got selected. There were so many candidates with more experience and better qualification than mine but I don’t know why did they choose me. Maybe because after getting rejected from so many interviews I knew how to answer that freaking HR’s sitting behind a huge desk all set to suck every drop of blood from your body.

     They had given me 15 days to prepare all the required documents. And now the day has came when I’m finally going to join one of the biggest MNC Company in India.

     Bangalore was just 5 hours bus journey from our village. I got on the bus, put my luggage on the upper rack and got the window seat. I love having window seats. A window seat with earphones plugged in playing your favourite song and having something to eat can make a best combination ever.

     The bus was almost empty. There were only a couple of boys and a fat lady sitting on the back seat. By looking at that lady I remembered my grandmother. She and I used to go to market by bus when I was young and when she passed away three years ago, I was completely stunned for almost a month. Suddenly the driver applied brakes and with a shock I came back to reality.

     ‘Ticket Ticket Ticket! Haan sir kidhr jana hai apko?’ the bus conductor said in his Tamil excent

     ‘One ticket of Majestic, Bangalore’ I said

     On the next stoppage, I got down from the bus to buy something to eat. I bought a packet of Lays, a cream biscuit and a bottle of Pepsi.

     When I came back, I saw a Punjabi uncle with huge white beard sitting on my seat. He was tying a turban and was probably in his 70’s.

     I went to him and said, ’Uncle this is my seat’

The Girl Who Got Killed | Prolouge |

                                           Prolouge

     The famous psychoanalyst Carl Jung once said that everything has two sides. I couldn’t agree more. I also firmly believe that every living being has two sides to their personality. One is usually good, and the other bad. One half is positive, and the other negative. One side where the angels rule, the other is where the fear to tread. This story is about the demon that lives within us, skillfully silencing the angel and wining over with its dark temptations.

     I’m Aryan Sehgal, comfortably working with Infosys in Bangalore. The pay scale is enough to fulfill all my needs and desires. But a thing from which all my colleagues always pull my leg is that because I never have dated someone.

      I’m wheatish in colour and don’t even have a muscular body. The main reason why people don’t like my company is because I belong from a rural area and from a poor family but nobody sees my hard work to reach at their level.

     This is my story. A story of love, lust, revenge and promises which will take you on a roller coaster ride of this cruel world.

     Welcome to the life of a man who once has everything but end up having nothing.