The Barbed-wire Fence (chapter 3)

And there was Ravin!

I could not help but notice his sea-blue eyes, with love confined in it like a pearl in a shell.
My mind was the sky after a thunderous rain, empty yet content. I was happy, surprised and moreover content. The sleepless nights, the visits to the temples wishing that my love would come back to me had come true. Was it a dream or was it a reality – I couldn’t distinguish the difference. I went towards him, hugged him like I used to and kissed him with all the passion in me. It felt heavenly, to have my other half back in my arms. It felt like my love was never away from me.

“Ravin…Ravin.. Geeta,” I couldn’t complete the sentence. I pointed at Geeta, gesturing Ravin about what she had done.

I sobbed in his arms. But it seemed like he didn’t care. He pushed me with all he had. I looked at him, shocked; his crooked smile was stirring up the hatred on his eyes. Then, I looked at his arms which had just pushed me. His right arm which was paralyzed was perfectly fine now.

“Fluera! You lost. We won.” He said it coldly, so cold that the icy points ran through the fabrics of my clothes and ran deep into my skin. It hurt more than when he was gone.
I looked into his eyes, where once love evoked; now the eyes were empty. I looked at geeta, her crooked smile was inducing hatred every time I looked at her. How could he do this to me? How could they do this to me?

Ravin walked towards me. “Don’t wonder my love. I never loved you. Geeta told me the demand for a foreign girl in this brothel was insanely increasing. I first saw you in the bus. The crazy idea hit me that you were the one, perfect for the business. I followed you, knew everything about you and took my first step were cozily when there was a bomb blast. I could have lured you and brought you right here like I usually do every time. But, you were different. I wanted to know you more. I wanted to you to love me. I had to make myself helpless, so that you’d know I needed you every single time. And girl, you are so innocent and stupid and foolish.” He laughed. “You believed whatever I told you. You insisted whatever that was happening between us wasn’t right and requested me to return. Things didn’t turn out to be as easy as I had imagined.” He laughed again. Geeta laughed. They all did.

Geeta continued, “He came home and told me that you were back firing. We couldn’t let go a precious gem from the grip. So I abetted Ravin to give a second try. And this time, he was successful. He could have brought you here a long time ago. But girl, you were so rich! You needed to cure Ravin’s paralyzed rms.” she rolled her eyes at Ravin. He laughed. Geeta laughed. They all did.

Ravin sighed “And did Dil Bahadur tell you that I died?”

Geeta nodded which was followed by her laugh.

“Oh my god! I told him to tell that I had an important work. My brother is so dramatic.”I was baffled. I didn’t understand what was happening. Emotionally, I was abated. My heart had sunk in the deep ocean like the titanic which had crashed in the iceberg.

I stood numb. “How could he do this to me? I loved him.”

Love is a terrible thing that will make you suffer.

I wondered for how long I had been standing here, unable to remember if this was the last day of my battle or the first day of my premature death. My eyes were heavy with tears. My body was stiff. My legs were old. My knees were struggling to hold me. My neurons had stopped working. And I couldn’t figure out what was happening.

In the far distance I heard someone whispering, “It’s working.”

When I opened my eyes, I was in a bed. My dress worn out, my blouse torn and my lipstick smudged. I stood up with an unusual drowsiness.

I saw a man coming inside the room. I couldn’t recognize him; my vision was blur. He pushed me and I fell in bed again.

Time spent. Years passed. World changed but Fluera remained the same. Her pain remained the same.

“One day (not exactly knowing which day)I would fly back to my home, the place where I belong. Till then, I have to struggle, struggle with life; struggle till misery fails to withstand my courage; struggle till misery kneels down and I can jump over it.
Life was harder, harder than death. I was choking inside the four walls of the room. I cried out loud for help with unheard scream; wetting my cheeks for sympathy with unseen tears.

I missed the real Fluera. I missed her smile, her childish laugh, her curiosity to know the world. Everyone here called me “Ful” I don’t remember the last time I was called by my real name. Between “Fluera” and ‘Ful’; there was a tall barbed wire fence.
I wanted to run, run till my lungs burst out, run till my legs fell off, run as far away from this place but something stopped me. The barbed wire fence stopped me. I wanted to weep, howl and kill everyone who slept with me. I hated everyone who called me ‘Ful’. I wanted to stab Ravin at his heart where he faked love for me. But the barbed wire fence stopped me. There was a poisonous barbed wire fence in between the prostitutes and the real world.

We had limited places where we could roam. Everyone shared their triumphs, misery with us but the only thing we were allowed to share was our fake name. We had our own room, own bed but every time with a different owner.

Everyday was the same. Waking up with my head spinning and my eyes heavy with regrets. I tried hard to live but failed every time. Evenings were a nightmare. Every new evening, new biddings and then, new men.

I had a heart. Ravin filled it with love and then broke it into pieces. Now those piece is owned by different men. And they call me prostitute?

“Trust me. Fluera.”

These words by Ravin were echoing hard on my head. I trusted him, I trusted on love. It seemed like it had been such a long time since I loved or thought about love.
Along with the passing days, my worth started decreasing. Prostitution is the only job in which the more you get experienced, the less you get paid.

One day, I was sitting by the window, looking at the world outside which I wasn’t a part of,

“I suppose I deserved it.” I contemplated.

“I should have listened to my day.” I regretted.

“But I loved him so much.” I sighed.

“Fluera” I thought I heard someone me. But Nah! How is that even possible? Nobody knows Fluera.

“Fluera.” I heard it again. I so much missed people calling my real name. I thought I was getting hallucinations but the sound was real.

I turned back to see who was calling me by my real name.



A little hope had sprung when she heard someone calling her name. who would it be? Find out in the Next chapter! the next is the last, I swear this time. LoL



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!