The Barbed-wire Fence (chapter 2)

After Ravin’s death, Fluera had lost hope with life, deeply heart-broken. But she has a long way to go… and more tragedies to suffer with shocking revelations.


I felt like a heavy axe had hit on my heart, stopping my heart beat. I was numb. I wasn’t crying but tears were rolling down.

I saw Geeta wailing. She was shaking her head, unable to believe the reality.

“I love you Fluera. And I know you love me too.” I could hear Ravin’s voice echoing around.

Dil bahadur came towards me and handed me the polythene bag.

“Ravin bought this for you. He said he would come to collect but he would never come.”

I stared at the bag for a while and opened it. There was a set of red bangles; a set of Ravin’s love.

It took me back in time when I asked Ravin to buy me bangles.

He had promised to bring me red bangles from the market. I always wanted a set since I saw Geeta wearing it. Geeta had said that red bangles symbolize love and the sound produced by the bangles is a keepsake of your love’s memory. Every time the bangles make soothing clatters; you are reminded that you are being loved or maybe in my case you love someone unconditionally who will never love you in return.”

I came back to reality when I heard Geeta screaming.

“Geeta control yourself.” Dil bahadur consoled her.

But Geeta wouldn’t listen.

She looked at me.”You promised me that you wouldn’t make me lose him again. Nobody keeps their promise; not Ravin, not even you.”

I was still numb, unable to respond. In my mind, Ravin’s voices were echoing hard. I was able to hear it but unable to understand.

“But there is always a reason behind everything.” I heard one of the voices, clear enough to understand.

I tried to console myself. “Ravin isn’t dead. He will come back again in my life like he did on Geeta’s. He promised to marry me. He has to keep his promise.”

The other day, I attended my love’s first funeral and Geeta attended her husband’s second funeral. Geeta was dressed in white sari. Even I was wearing a white long gown which I had bought to wear in my wedding. It was a strapless floral gown with a beaded belt. I was also wearing the red bangles which Ravin had bought for me.

Everyone was staring at me, wondering what was wrong with me. I smiled back at them and told myself, “Ravin was dead for the world … but he is eternal in my heart.”

Geeta stood up, listening to what I said. She came towards me and whispered, “You’re not in a condition to attain the ceremony. Come, let’s go inside.”

I nodded. We went inside. Geeta closed the door. “I know it’s hard Fluera, but we should move on… you can’t let your life to be this way forever. We will be leaving for India the next week to the Ganga to pray for Ravin’s departed soul to rest in peace.”

She patted my arms and controlled her tears. She further added, “I have my uncle there… we will be staying at his place.”
It was already dark when we finished packing our stuffs. We were going to go in a night bus to Kathmandu and then we were going to catch a flight to India. I had only few amounts left on my bank after Ravin’s treatment which I used for the trip. But I didn’t care about money. I was rich, right? I had a sister, two loving sons, Rajen and Rojen and most importantly eternal memories of Ravin.

I was still wearing the set of bangles. It kept on making pleasant sounds whenever I moved my hands. Truly, it symbolized my love. Time and again, it made me remember how loved and blessed I am to share a part of my life with Ravin.

The journey was long. Dawn had cracked when we reached Kathmandu. We stayed in a small hotel of the busy city.

The very next day, we boarded our flight to India.

India was hurry, crowd, chaos, noise but still quiet and calm. The conflict and insurgency were away from us.

As planned, we were going to Geeta’s uncle’s home to stay.

Through the narrow paths and congested lanes, we were walking and people were constantly staring at me. Someone even winked at me. I felt really uncomfortable and told Geeta about it. But she said this was normal here. This was India.

I saw a small boy in ragged clothes holding tea cups. He was staring at me, with his eyes full of tears. He shook his head as if he was trying to tell me not to go further. I didn’t quite understand the vibe of it but I wasn’t feeling right at that time. I wanted to speak to the boy. But Geeta didn’t let me, saying that there are many frauds around and we needed to be careful.

“Geeta, I am not feeling well.” I said and I really wasn’t feeling well.

“We are already there… it will just take around 5 minutes now.”

After a long walk which seemed like six times of five minutes, we reached her uncle’s place. Her uncle’s place was somewhere i wanted to be. We had to pass through a dark corridor and I could hear indistinct Bollywood music playing from the distance. The corridor was dimly light, making the film posters visible. Geeta knocked at the wooden door which was at the end of the corridor. Someone opened the door. I saw a girl in lehenga, wearing a heaving make-up. She greeted Geeta but Geeta shoved her off.

I looked around. The place was heavily lit. Different songs were playing from different room, producing noise. I felt really uncomfortable in that place. I could see drunken men playing cards just beside us. The men stopped whatever they were doing and stared at me while passing comments to each other.

I tried not to look at them. From one of the room, a girl came out, flaunting her skin tight dress. She took out a cigarette from her purse and lit it and she puffed out some air, staring at the sky. Soon after, a man came out of the same room. His shirt was unbuttoned.

“Mira!” Geeta called.

The girl who was smoking looked at Geeta and waved her hands. Geeta smiled and waved back.

I looked around; I could see many Miras there. Same skin tight dresses with the same edge of makeup.

“Where are we Geeta? I asked.

But Geeta was not listening.

“What is this? I asked again; this time I was furious and loud.

“A brothel.” Geeta said calmly.

“A brothel? Why are we where? Aren’t we supposed to go to your uncle’s house? I am not feeling right here. Let’s go Geeta.” I insisted.

But she was enjoying the place; I could see it in her face. “This is my uncle’s place. Wait a second, I will go and see if my aunt is here or not.” She went inside the ajar door right beside the room where Mira had come out.

I did not understand what was happening. Why didn’t Geeta tell me that her uncle owned a cheap brothel? I felt like I was in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by unknown faces which looked alike who were staring at me and passing comments.

I closed my eyes and I saw Ravin comforting me, “Everything will be alright jannu.” I smiled at myself.

I opened my eyes, only to find myself on the harsh reality. I saw Geeta coming out of the room with a woman. The woman next to her was a heavy woman with a profound makeup and myriad jewelries which covered up her neckline. She was wearing a red sari and her hair was strangely curled up. She stared at me for a while. I thought she was Geeta’s aunt. So, I gave her a friendly smile but she kept on staring at me; like I was a goat and she was a hungry tiger.

I saw Geeta whispering on the woman’s ear. Then, the woman patted Geeta’s shoulder and said something in hindi which I didn’t understand.
She again took a glance and me and smiled at herself. “Well done Geeta! I had been looking for a foreigner for my brothel for so long. Geeta, you really impressed me. I will give you double of the promised amount.” She laughed, her evil laugh and Geeta smiled, her proud smile.

I was partially confused and fully heartbroken. “What is happening? Am I dreaming? I must be.” I told myself constantly. But I wasn’t dreaming. Whatever was happening was happening with my eyes wide open. I couldn’t believe Geeta would do this. I wished the world would break apart and pull me down or the bird would come and take me away from here.

My bangles made a pleasant noise, making me remember Ravin. I missed Ravin the most. If he was alive, this wouldn’t have happened. I would go running towards him and complain to him about Geeta. How could she do this to me?

“Geeta! You don’t know what you are doing. God is watching everything. He is going to punish you.” I said believing my words. “You deserve hell. I believed in you Geeta, and this is what you do to me. So, everything was a lie, right? You know why Ravin didn’t love you? Because you are not worthy of love. You are not worthy of anything…except shit!”

I had rant and rave on my eyes and my blood was boiling on its highest temperature. But Geeta was calmly smiling, as if she didn’t bother what I had said.

“Ravin? Do you really think he loved you?” she asked folding her arms. “Grow up Ful!”

“Yes! He loved me more than anything. Oh wait! You are doing this to me because you think I stole your husband who could never be yours, aren’t you?” I asked her.

“Whatever.”Geeta exclaimed and rolled her eyes.

“I am leaving this place, I can’t withstand you anymore.” I said and picked up my bag and walked increasing my strides but I felt a strong force grabbing arms and pulling me backwards. Then, I was suddenly thrown away on the floor. A loud clatter of my bangles being broken was heard; the clatter of my loves memory.

I turned back to see who had done this to me.

And there was Ravin!



After what Geeta did to Fluera, has Ravin come from the heaven to rescue her? or is there a deep conspiracy on it? Dear o0ne, catch up with my next chapter (the last one!) next FriYay!



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