“And the Oscars goes to ARORA.”
She felt as if her heart was going to swell up and burst. Her eyes went wide open; like she couldn’t even blink. The name squired inside her head which began to draw her heart to percept.
As she stood up, struggling to get a grip of the moment, trying to step forward to let her dreams come true.
And finally she was now on the stage trying to deliver a heartily speech but she couldn’t speak because she was blank, completely blank; a mixture of happiness and excitement twirled balancely inside her body.
And finally she started.
“(SmilesJ) THIS IS AMAZING!
When I was a child, I used to stand in front of the mirror, hold a perfume and deliver a speech I seemed to make in myself.
And now; today, that I am here in front of such a mass, holding an Oscar……trust me I’ve got no words to say. This is my first and I surely want more of these! Thanks to the entire crew and all to those who’ve made me strong.
Thanks to my dad up there, who is proud today, I know! And mum I love you!! This little girl of yours has made it through.
Thank you so much everyone.
Have a wonderful evening.”
This speech seemed to have some heartily truth on it. This only moment had changed her whole life. Before an hour she was an ordinary star and now she is a celebrity with name, fame, reputation and an Oscar. What more could she want??
She was walking out arranging her features into a smile and trying to hold it there and occasionally shortening her stride to catch up with cameras.
This was truly a senseless feeling that she hadn’t felt it in her whole life.
She was on the way home, feeling the difference while the memories of her past bringing a smile on her face. Then a sudden shock caught her. The car stopped with a jerk sound.
She was really distracted and totally stunned, “What happened? Everything alright?” she asked callously.
An apologetic voice seemed to appear “Ma’am I think there is a problem in the engine. I’ll see it.”
The driver went to check the engine.
It had been a long time the driver had gone out but still the hands in the clock didn’t fasten up. And of course, she was not patient.
She came out of the car and asked with disruption, “How much more time?”
The driver was distracted and looked up at her. There was something which stroke him up with the idea; the lonely place, the dark forest and a woman in all these circumstance.
He frowned at her in the darkness.
Her heart skipped a bit. She could feel the first hint of danger.
“I think I should call a friend.” She said blankly; her heart pounding more vigorously.
Instead of replying, he bit his lower lips; scrutinizing her.
She knew that she was trapped; trapped in such a way where you have no alternatives.
Her mind was going blank.
She stepped backwards, gasping for air.
He approached her.
Her heart was beating too fast to make her hear any other thing.
Her breadth caught up in her throat when she felt a huge evilly hand on her hair pulling it back.
She could see his eyes were now dreaded and his lips were pulled back from his teeth. Then he threw her on the ground.
She felt a strong hard substance hit her head and then her chest. It pained hard. The valves of pain occupied her and washed over her head. And it didn’t take a second to make her unconscious.
When the dew drops came to rest upon her eyes, she woke up. She found out she’d survived. But she felt the chronic pain sending waves of hurt through her head but however she managed. Blood was drying up in thick streaks across her forehead and cheeks. Whatever it was that had happened the previous night had left her dead.
She managed to stand up. Her body was covering with useless heaps, her empty stomach contracted with horrible nausea, though there was nothing in it to expel.
After two days:
She was standing in a bright shaft of sunlight. She still couldn’t believe that the driver was capable to do this to her. Not sure what she wanted at this moment; either a public report which would surely bring vain to her fame or stay still, forgetting about what had happened. But this was not what she wanted. What she wanted was revenge, and now she was for it, holding a gun in her hand in front of the scoundrel (driver).
She analyzed the short dark man’s face. She suffered a sensation of anger and revenge for the terrible man who had played with her.
And now any moment would bring her justice, a life with self respect.
Then something weird happened. She’d thought he’d gotten over his guilt. But he’d gone back to exactly how he’d acted – evil and inhuman.
He was laughing holding his breath in his throat.
“Kill me!! Ha-ha. Kill me!! If you only want your MMS to travel around the world.” The last sentence was said loudly and boldly.
She was momentarily distracted. But this time she thought she shouldn’t be. Her future meant so little without her self-respect.
Though her hands were shaking she raised it up.
Her eyes narrowed here and there. But alas! She didn’t see him. He had run when she was busy conversing with herself and she didn’t even notice. And now she felt a rude sensation like a big hole was punched in her navel.
After a week:
Time passed even if it seemed impossible.
She’d forgotten the reason for living.
That day had played a cruel joke on her leaving her in a serious dilemma. In which one said “You need revenge. You are not the type who sits in the corner and let him chase you. Go Arora kill him! That’s the way it should be and that’s the way it will be.”
But another sense told her “No Arora there’s not bit intelligence on killing him. However it won’t change what happened to you. But the thing which will change is your future which will be rotating inside the four walls of the jail while your MMS spreads around.”
She wasn’t sure which would be harder to see; if she was inside the dark room echoing from floor to ceiling or certainly hurting by giving a vain to all her reputation. So she concluded to give up the 1st idea but the 2nd one too didn’t help. What was she going to do now??
She was now completely lost in her own path; searching for her lost life.
Suddenly her phone rang. She saw an unknown number on the screen. She picked it up.
The hustle sound didn’t even wait her to say ‘hello’.
“Huh! Remember me??”
She didn’t have to think to know who it was. Whether she was awaken or asleep or even dead she’d bet she would recognize him. He was the same scoundrel.
“I’ll wait for you. Today 8pm and if you won’t come…..” he sounded drunk but his sentence was disturbed by her sudden voice. “What if I won’t come? And don’t you dare to call me again.”
She was about to burst with anger when the phone said “hey hey lady…..First listen to me.” This was said pleasurably but the next sentence was dread. “If you won’t come conclude that your MMS will be dancing around the world tomorrow.”
She couldn’t argue this time. Her voice was shaking. She couldn’t see any way out but the fragile problem haunting her.
It was noon and there was not a slight smell of the MMS. What did it mean? Had she really gone there? Or was the MMS fake?
The answer is ‘the MMS story was fake.’ Had she only heard the news, the world would have been on her feet but something else happened.
She was laying pale and white except for the purple circles under her eyes which were wide open and her pink lips and her blushful cheeks were now covered with foams and bloods. Never had she imagined she’d give hope so easily. Never had she thought of suicide. She had poisoned herself just after that call.
That single day played it all to change her life. It made an ordinary woman into a big celebrity, which made her believe that nothing worse could turn up but soon after the same day made her realize that nothing better would show up and make an end to her LIFE.