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ACCIDENTAL FATE

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When morning arrived, the phone alarm broke my sleep. Through the thin curtain on the windows, sunlight streamed into my room. Even before I could fully open my eyes, I slid my hand underneath the pillow and turned off the alarm, then went back to sleep.

 

Again, it rang but this time, it was a phone call. I was ready to scream at the person calling me. Who the hell was it? The ring felt like it might penetrate my brain and drill holes into it. It sounded like it was coming from the inside of a hollow drum. In my sleep-drugged state, I couldn’t remember where I had kept the phone after switching off the alarm. My head hurt, and it was with great difficulty that I prised open my eyelids and picked up the phone, which I eventually located under the body pillow I was hugging.


‘Hello.’ The voice came from the other side seemed so familiar. wondered if I had heard it somewhere before, but I couldn't recognize it.


‘Yes, who is this?’


‘It's me! You are a bloody idiot,’ barks my boss. I told you not to do it, then why did you?


‘Sir, please try to understand,’ I persuaded, and tried to calm his roaring voice, but he didn't.


‘What sir? You have crossed your limits. Initially, I thought that you were too obedient, but no. I was wrong,’ he resumed yelling. In fact, now; he was a bit louder now.


‘It will have a bit of impact, sir,’ I responded in a soft voice, because I knew that what I had done was wrong.


‘It's not a matter of impact. The matter is, who the hell are you to disobey the rules? Do you think you can do whatever you want to? Huh?’


I didn't answer this time but kept on listening mutely.


‘You have been working here since the past month. Everyone knows well that you are an employee of our company. And if you do such things, then what they will they all think of us, our company?’He waited for few seconds to confirm whether I was listening or not.


‘Yes, I am here,’ I answered.


‘Being quiet, won't prove youinnocence. Just write a letter of apology, for disobeying the rules.’


‘Sorrysir,’ I purred in response.


‘I don't want to argue anymore; just do as I say. It's been twenty-five years that I have been working here, and not single guy has ever disobeyed my orders. I have earned this fame for the fairness in my work and my commitment to it. Yet, although I had ordered you from doing such things, you went ahead anyway and did it. No more conversation. I just want you to do it,’ he said and hung up the phone.


Although he had cut the call, his words were still piercing me, ringing in my head. I wished I had someone with whom I could share my sorrows and discuss whether I was doing the right thing or not. I tried to be calm and forget about this thought but couldn't. I was feeling outraged. I couldn't control my temper anymore, and I just wanted to hit my boss. However, something distracted my mind: the alarm rang again, just because it would snooze every ten minutes, unless I turned it off. And it reminded me of doing yoga, the message flashing on the screen. For a moment, I thought that was a great idea, that yoga might be the correct way to find peace. So without wasting any more time, I put the phone on silent mode and sat on the bed with my legs crossed and hands folded in prayer.


'Om! Om! Om!' I whispered a few times, and then I opened my eyes again and started doing asanas for the next thirty minutes.


Thank God! I was feeling better. When I finished, I jumped out of bed and pulled apart the curtains, letting the sun’s abundant rays cascade through the window and flood into my room.
The morning view outside the window was beautiful. Situated close to the sea, my room offered a perfect view, of waves and sand. It seemed as if the sun had risen only few minutes ago, although it had been more than an hour. I listened to the chirping of birds from the near by bushes. I waited for few momentslistening to their voices carefully to see if they were really singing. Or, was it just me, who felt like they were.


The door bell rang. I went to the door to see who was next in line to irritate me.


‘Oh my God! How can you be here’? I mumbled, and a broad smile took birth on my lips. I mean it's me who called you here, but I still can't believe that you came here.’


‘Oh, please, I don't think there is anything to smile about, is there? I came here not because you called me, but because I wanted to. I just want to know one thing,’ she said, her voice shaky as she tried to maintain her composure.


‘What?’


‘For God shake, please don't try to act so innocent. Who was that girl? And why did you say that I am mad? What do you mean by that? Why did you insult me in front of her?’ Her questions left my tongue tied for few seconds.


Yaar, you don't know her,’ I whispered, trying to keep my tone as genuine as possible.


‘Yeah, I know, and that's why I am asking you who it was?’ She growled this time and looked upset, on the verge of tears. I wanted to touch her hand but restrained myself.


‘It's a long story.’ I muttered after two minutes.


‘I don't care about your story. But how dare you say that to her? Really, this is so humiliating. I still remember when you used to call me for help whenever you needed me, and I was always there to help you. However, today, everything has changed’. She snapped. Here yes were welled up, and tears rolled down her cheek.


It really was painful seeing those tears in her eyes, but I couldn't do anything as I knew that it was all my fault. I thought about apologizing to her, but I knew she wouldn't listen; she was a stubborn kind of girl.


‘I am sorry,’ I said in my own head while staring at herHer eyes met mine perhaps for a final check, to see if I deserved her trust.


‘Don't even dare calling me again. Good-bye, and enjoy your life.’ She walked off, stomping her feet.


‘No, you can't leave like this,’ I retort and tried to stop her, crying out in my loudest voice.


‘Stop, Arya!’


‘Arya, please listen to me.


‘Arya!’

‘Wake up, it’s 6:00!’


Such a moron he is. It's disgusting; really, I don't know how he can sleep so much.


‘Baby, I am with you only. Just below your berth, you don't need to scream this much. Can't you be polite, huh? You can even mumble; others are sleeping.’


‘You are the Kumbhkaran of the 21stcentury.’


‘Stop kidding dear, we are late. Come down and get ready. The train has already reached the platform and is about to stop.’ I pulled aside the curtain, shocked to see that she was ready with her luggage.


Feeling foolish I asked her why she hadn’t woken me earlier. She sniggered and sat in front of me without bothering to utter a word.


‘Hey, I am talking to you,’ I said.


At last, she spoke controlling the storm of anger inside her: I tried a lot but you were sleeping like a Kumbhkaran.’


I stood up and started packing all the stuff I had purchased during the trip. It took me few minutes to pack and get ready.


‘So who is coming here to meet you?’ she asked while moving her curly fringe out of her eyes.


‘No one,’ I said, and started shuffling my bags towards the gate. ‘Why are you asking such questions?’


‘You told me that this was your hometown. Haven't you informed your parents that you will be coming today?’ she asked, following me with her luggage.


‘No I haven’t. I want to give them a surprise,’ I said and got off the train.


She read the sign that bore the name of the station. ‘Sealdah, the busiest station in India.’


‘Exactly!’ I said, and took the tickets from my wallet, moving towards the exit.


‘Hey, where are we going, and why have you taken out this ticket? It is of no use. You have to throw it now.’




‘Tickets, please?’ A person wearing a black blazer and a big moustache stopped us, his voice commanding and hard. TTE: SUSHIL SINGH said the badge on his left pocket.


I showed him the tickets, and we moved out of the station.


‘Okay, I got it. That was the reason for taking out the tickets. But is there so much strictness over here? Or was that just a show? Is it really possible to check the tickets of each passenger?She bombarded me with a million questions.


‘Stop,’ I said. I know a lot of questions are coming into your mind, just give me a chance to explain.’


‘First, tell me where we are going.’


‘Obviously the SAMILTON. You know this, Rahul sir has already booked two rooms for us. Initially, we have to stay over there, and then
we will be getting a flat.


‘Yup...I know that, but I am asking where it is.’


I informed her that it was on Sarat Bose Road.


I stopped a cab and asked if it would go towards Sarat Bose Road.

 

‘Yes sir, I will take you to that place.’ The driver came out of his seat, opened the boot and helped me up with the luggage.


We sat together in the back seat. The driver started the car and moved on.


‘Ahem…Listen!!!’ I said, trying to start a conversation. You were correct. It is impossible to check all the passengers, but of course I have seen that room where they keep all those who travel without tickets.’


She nodded. By the way, where do you live here?’


‘It's too far, but don't worry. I will take you there.’


‘Bhaiya, is there any restaurant or mall near the hotel where I can spend some time?’ she asked the driver.


‘Of  course, ma’am. This is the city of joy. You will get everything here. It's Kolkata; you can enjoy the whole night here.’


‘Don't worry, baby, when I am with you, you will be enjoying the whole day.’ I placed my hand on her shoulder and began to caress her cheek.


‘Ewww... stop it, please. You know that I don't like such things.’ She pushed me with both her hands and made me look horrible by leaving my hair dishevelled.


‘Ah, I am sorry.’


‘How much more time do you need, dada? I sit very far?’  I asked, feeling proud of myself just because I had spoken in Bengali.


He answered smiling. No, just five to seven minutes if there is no traffic otherwise it may take fifteen to twenty minutes.’


Her eyes were glued outside the window.


‘Sir,  you speak Bengali very well,’ said the driver.


‘Yes, I come from Kolkata.’

 

Ananya was staring at me with her light-brown eyes.


The car stopped at last, and we were standing outside the hotel.


‘Wow...great, finally we have reached and are standing in front of the SAMILTON,’ she said cheerfully, and my soul jumped in excitement.


As we entered the hotel, luxurious and opulent beyond my dreams, I felt privileged and lucky. I was totally mesmerized on seeing the lobby. I could say that it was flawless. The receptionist was busy on the phone so the door man asked us to sit on a sofa, which was in a corner of the lobby. We sat there for few moments to relax.


When the receptionist got off the phone, we went up to her. ‘Sorry for making you wait,’ she said in an apologetic tone. ‘How can I help you?


I replied to her in a soft voice. It's fine. I am Anuj and...


‘Oh yes, I got it. You are Anuj from Asian College of Journalism, the editor of The Life. She must be Miss Ananya, the proofreader selected from campus who has got a placement here. Am I right?’ she asked cheerfully, confidence in her tone.


I nodded. Could you please tell us our room numbers?’


‘Actually sir, there's a problem.’


‘What?’ we asked in unison.


‘Sir, the rooms booked by Mr Rahul are not available. We have guests there. Their check out time was yesterday but due to dense fog, their flights got canceled, and they decided to stay here for one more day. I have already arranged a single room for you. From tomorrow you will be getting the booked rooms, but for today you will have to adjust. We are really sorry for the inconvenience.’


‘No... no.... it’s fine. We can adjust,’ Ananya said. My jaw almost fell to the ground, listening to such words from her. I turned back and asked with my eyes how we could manage on a single bed. She sniggered, winked and said in her cute voice, 'We can.’


When we reached the room, I locked the door and flopped down on the sofa. The room was big but had only a single bed. It also had two night lamps on both sides of the bed, an LED TV, mini refrigerator, paintings, two menu cards.


‘So, my cute boyfriend, how are you feeling?’ she asked, blushing.


Good. How lucky we are that we are getting such a nice thing as a perk.


‘Yup, but I am in a bit tense.’


‘Why, baby? What's the matter?’


‘I am worried about tomorrow’s job. It will be our first day; we are going to work over there. We don't know who our boss is. We don't know how our colleagues will be. We don’t know how much time we will have to work there. A lot of questions are coming in my mind, and no one is here to answer me.’


‘Hmm... you are right. I too have such questions, but don't worry. We have to wait for just one more day. Tomorrow we will be getting answers to all of this,’ I said and headed off for a shower.


‘Anuj,  wait, please don't go. Listen to me. I have one more question, and that is the biggest one.’ She came closer to me, holding my right hand with her both of hers.


‘What happened, dear?’ I asked. I could sense her nervousness. Why are you so tense, tell me? I am here with you.’


‘It’s about our marriage. You know that your parents are totally against love marriage. And I still remember the day three years ago when I first saw you and your parents in a train. You were a shy kind of guy and when I started talking to you, your mom was staring at me as if I were doing something wrong.’


‘Yes baby, I will talk to my parents. Please don't cry. And you should also talk to your parents. You haven't informed them yet, and are behaving as if they will agree in one conversation.’


‘That's my headache, how to make them agree to it, you don't have to think about that.’ She spoke with full confidence.


‘Great!’ I moved towards the shower.

 

 

 

 

 

‘Wake up, it’s 6:00!’


Such a moron he is. It's disgusting; really, I don't know how he can sleep so much.


‘Baby, I am with you only. Just below your berth, you don't need to scream this much. Can't you be polite, huh? You can even mumble; others are sleeping.’


‘You are the Kumbhkaran of the 21stcentury.’


‘Stop kidding dear, we are late. Come down and get ready. The train has already reached the platform and is about to stop.’ I pulled aside the curtain, shocked to see that she was ready with her luggage.


Feeling foolish I asked her why she hadn’t woken me earlier. She sniggered and sat in front of me without bothering to utter a word.


‘Hey, I am talking to you,’ I said.


At last, she spoke controlling the storm of anger inside her: I tried a lot but you were sleeping like a Kumbhkaran.’


I stood up and started packing all the stuff I had purchased during the trip. It took me few minutes to pack and get ready.


‘So who is coming here to meet you?’ she asked while moving her curly fringe out of her eyes.


‘No one,’ I said, and started shuffling my bags towards the gate. ‘Why are you asking such questions?’


‘You told me that this was your hometown. Haven't you informed your parents that you will be coming today?’ she asked, following me with her luggage.


‘No I haven’t. I want to give them a surprise,’ I said and got off the train.


She read the sign that bore the name of the station. ‘Sealdah, the busiest station in India.’


‘Exactly!’ I said, and took the tickets from my wallet, moving towards the exit.


‘Hey, where are we going, and why have you taken out this ticket? It is of no use. You have to throw it now.’




‘Tickets, please?’ A person wearing a black blazer and a big moustache stopped us, his voice commanding and hard. TTE: SUSHIL SINGH said the badge on his left pocket.


I showed him the tickets, and we moved out of the station.


‘Okay, I got it. That was the reason for taking out the tickets. But is there so much strictness over here? Or was that just a show? Is it really possible to check the tickets of each passenger?She bombarded me with a million questions.


‘Stop,’ I said. I know a lot of questions are coming into your mind, just give me a chance to explain.’


‘First, tell me where we are going.’


‘Obviously the SAMILTON. You know this, Rahul sir has already booked two rooms for us. Initially, we have to stay over there, and then
we will be getting a flat.


‘Yup...I know that, but I am asking where it is.’


I informed her that it was on Sarat Bose Road.


I stopped a cab and asked if it would go towards Sarat Bose Road.

 

‘Yes sir, I will take you to that place.’ The driver came out of his seat, opened the boot and helped me up with the luggage.


We sat together in the back seat. The driver started the car and moved on.


‘Ahem…Listen!!!’ I said, trying to start a conversation. You were correct. It is impossible to check all the passengers, but of course I have seen that room where they keep all those who travel without tickets.’


She nodded. By the way, where do you live here?’


‘It's too far, but don't worry. I will take you there.’


‘Bhaiya, is there any restaurant or mall near the hotel where I can spend some time?’ she asked the driver.


‘Of  course, ma’am. This is the city of joy. You will get everything here. It's Kolkata; you can enjoy the whole night here.’


‘Don't worry, baby, when I am with you, you will be enjoying the whole day.’ I placed my hand on her shoulder and began to caress her cheek.


‘Ewww... stop it, please. You know that I don't like such things.’ She pushed me with both her hands and made me look horrible by leaving my hair dishevelled.


‘Ah, I am sorry.’


‘How much more time do you need, dada? I sit very far?’  I asked, feeling proud of myself just because I had spoken in Bengali.


He answered smiling. No, just five to seven minutes if there is no traffic otherwise it may take fifteen to twenty minutes.’


Her eyes were glued outside the window.


‘Sir,  you speak Bengali very well,’ said the driver.


‘Yes, I come from Kolkata.’

 

Ananya was staring at me with her light-brown eyes.


The car stopped at last, and we were standing outside the hotel.


‘Wow...great, finally we have reached and are standing in front of the SAMILTON,’ she said cheerfully, and my soul jumped in excitement.


As we entered the hotel, luxurious and opulent beyond my dreams, I felt privileged and lucky. I was totally mesmerized on seeing the lobby. I could say that it was flawless. The receptionist was busy on the phone so the door man asked us to sit on a sofa, which was in a corner of the lobby. We sat there for few moments to relax.


When the receptionist got off the phone, we went up to her. ‘Sorry for making you wait,’ she said in an apologetic tone. ‘How can I help you?


I replied to her in a soft voice. It's fine. I am Anuj and...


‘Oh yes, I got it. You are Anuj from Asian College of Journalism, the editor of The Life. She must be Miss Ananya, the proofreader selected from campus who has got a placement here. Am I right?’ she asked cheerfully, confidence in her tone.


I nodded. Could you please tell us our room numbers?’


‘Actually sir, there's a problem.’


‘What?’ we asked in unison.


‘Sir, the rooms booked by Mr Rahul are not available. We have guests there. Their check out time was yesterday but due to dense fog, their flights got canceled, and they decided to stay here for one more day. I have already arranged a single room for you. From tomorrow you will be getting the booked rooms, but for today you will have to adjust. We are really sorry for the inconvenience.’


‘No... no.... it’s fine. We can adjust,’ Ananya said. My jaw almost fell to the ground, listening to such words from her. I turned back and asked with my eyes how we could manage on a single bed. She sniggered, winked and said in her cute voice, 'We can.’


When we reached the room, I locked the door and flopped down on the sofa. The room was big but had only a single bed. It also had two night lamps on both sides of the bed, an LED TV, mini refrigerator, paintings, two menu cards.


‘So, my cute boyfriend, how are you feeling?’ she asked, blushing.


Good. How lucky we are that we are getting such a nice thing as a perk.


‘Yup, but I am in a bit tense.’


‘Why, baby? What's the matter?’


‘I am worried about tomorrow’s job. It will be our first day; we are going to work over there. We don't know who our boss is. We don't know how our colleagues will be. We don’t know how much time we will have to work there. A lot of questions are coming in my mind, and no one is here to answer me.’


‘Hmm... you are right. I too have such questions, but don't worry. We have to wait for just one more day. Tomorrow we will be getting answers to all of this,’ I said and headed off for a shower.


‘Anuj,  wait, please don't go. Listen to me. I have one more question, and that is the biggest one.’ She came closer to me, holding my right hand with her both of hers.


‘What happened, dear?’ I asked. I could sense her nervousness. Why are you so tense, tell me? I am here with you.’


‘It’s about our marriage. You know that your parents are totally against love marriage. And I still remember the day three years ago when I first saw you and your parents in a train. You were a shy kind of guy and when I started talking to you, your mom was staring at me as if I were doing something wrong.’


‘Yes baby, I will talk to my parents. Please don't cry. And you should also talk to your parents. You haven't informed them yet, and are behaving as if they will agree in one conversation.’


‘That's my headache, how to make them agree to it, you don't have to think about that.’ She spoke with full confidence.


‘Great!’ I moved towards the shower.

 

 

 

 

 


Short Synopsis:

"ACCIDENTAL FATE" is a story of two strangers, whose meeting was a mere coincident.
Arya, the super gorgeous girl, who looks innocent rather being horny. She is extrovert, but always
precise.
"The power of love is unique, it makes you live for each other" is the most hated line, which
Ananya believes it to be. Her fate resulted in the contrast meaning of it, and now she lives for her
dreams.
The stranger's who believe their love, as to be their good fate, have many more twist left to be
played in their life.
The protagonist, whose life had been a bumpy ride, is searching for his lost soul, cursing himself
for every wrong, which he himself didn't commit.
Destiny is uncertain for each of them, but it's fate to decide the worst or the best.
Pull up the chair, and explore the true friendship, love, and romance between them.


Anupam Shaw

About the Author:

Anupam Shaw is a young Technical Analyst, who chose to take the route of his heart.
He grew up in Khardah, a very small town in North Kolkata. Apart from reading and
writing the author has a keen interest in Stock Market. He is currently working as an
independent TRADER.
To share your feedback and for more information, contact him at anupam.shaw123@gmail.com and at https://www.facebook.com/anupam.shaw.96