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She was laughing.

Karan felt a thousand tiny silver bells tingling in glee as her lissom body was swaying gracefully along with her laugh. Mesmerized, he wanted this moment to be eternal.

“So, you’re going to Delhi for an interview and, according to this call-letter, the name of the company is Shreya Infotech”. She said as she finally managed to put a  reign on  her smile but, Karan could still notice the amused twinkle in her big eyes. He nodded meekly to show his response as ‘yes’.

“What if I arrange your interview right here?”

The  deep abyss of her cleavage, offsetted by the wonderful swelling of her bosom, was enough for Karan to consider her as an enchantress. He wondered what more magic she had under her sleeves.

“Anything for you”.

“Really? Watch your words, for words once spoken can’t be taken back”. The glint of amusement was still there in her eyes, but the lilt of her voice changed a bit to the stronger side.

Thirty minutes later, Karan came out of the Jabarbatti (Shimla) Airport terminal along with her. She had arranged everything for the interview to be held in Shimla itself. She called her father and, the rest was a piece of cake. She, Shreya Bansal, was the only daughter of the owner of the Bansal Group of Companies. Shreya Infotech had been named after her.

Karan missed the first flight of his life.

A bitter smile appeared on Karan’s face as memories played like clips from old films inside his head. Five years! Five years had passed since that day. The bodacious girl whose magnetic beauty attracted him like a dull piece of iron proved herself to be much more than even his wildest imagination. He was now nothing but a marionette in her hands. He had lost all his dreams; everything now looked like a hallucination, as if he was in the midst of a bad dream and anytime it could get over.

He was about to get ready for his evening walk when the strong and sensuous wake of Shreya’s most expensive French perfume struck him.

“I’m going to the club, will come late. Don’t you worry, as you know one of my admirers is sure to drop me home”. She brought a sexy smile on her lips and left, without waiting for his response.

Karan looked at his own shadow. It looked ghastly in the weak light of the late evening. It seemed as if it was mocking him. He had even lost the strength or intention to talk to Shreya. These  five years had completely enervated him. He had only one respite, only one  corner where he could open himself up- his personal website; the poet in him dreamed here, the person in him ripped open his heart to cover them with words. He started writing a piece for an online contest.

Did he really deserve this? Sometimes Karan asked himself. Someone from inside his heart laughed like a lunatic.

“Yes, you did. Didn’t you want to take that  amazing beauty in your arms on your  first meet? Didn’t you fantasize her as the décolleté dress she was adorning that day revealed her assets? You fool! You didn’t think twice before missing your flight for the interview. You didn’t want to ponder over the possible reasons for why the daughter of a business tycoon wanted to take you home on the very first meet! You got blinded by the brilliance of  money and power and beauty.”

Karan muttered in a raspy voice,”But I loved her….”

“Love?” The voice sounded like the cold, sharp, edge of a serrated knife. “Don’t dare to utter the word. It sounds so profaned from your mouth. Someone loved you too. She was ready to wait for you but, your bedazzled eyes forgot all about her”.

Karan was weeping, silently. The voice, on achieving the desired result, faded away in the distance.

Karan knew it would return again, another evening.

Shreya had everything a girl wanted in her life. An abundance of every mortal possession- especially her physical beauty made her invincible. She lost her mother at an early age and, her father, Mr. Bansal seldom could coax out time from his busy schedule to look after his daughter. To compensate this, he allowed her with all sorts of indulgence and independence. The result was disastrous. Shreya grew up as an extremely churlish, schematic, and self-centered girl; who had no inhibitions of any kind and had had her first vivid sex experience at the age of fifteen.

It became her hobby to win over boys. She didn’t care a whit for anyone and wanted everyone to succumb to her whims and angelic beauty. Her face belied her  intentions, always. She never fell in love with anybody; perhaps, an absence of parental care and love in her childhood made her cruel to the core. She only knew the fact, that, as long as her father had money and, she had her beauty, nothing was unconquerable to her.

The first blow came when she became pregnant at the age of nineteen. Much to her chagrin, somehow, the news reached Mr. Banshal and his fatherly ego got hurt. Cancelling his business trip he reached home and declared, that, Shreya should tie up the nuptial knot with a groom of his choice. An urgent marriage was need of the hour for only then her pregnancy could be camouflaged by the marriage.

Shreya was not at all ready to accept it. She even tried for an abortion but, the doctor told her as she had some gynecological problems, termination of this pregnancy could lead to a lifetime barrenness of the womb. She had no other way left. The young man responsible for the baby ditched her and fled away. She was frantically searching for some solution. It was then that one day while she was there to meet one of his numerous boyfriends at the Shimla Airport, her eyes fell on Karan. The experienced girl at once felt the fruition of her scheme in the innocent eyes and the silent admiration of the small-town boy. And, God helped her with a miracle; out of all the companies on earth, Karan ended up receiving an interview call from Shreya Infotech.

“My family would never approve our relation, Karan. The only thing we can do is to wait. Concentrate hard on your studies so that you can get hired from the campus interview. Meanwhile, my Masters will be completed and, I will seek a job too. We will settle in some other city”. Roshni  was describing her plans, which looked like a distant dream to Karan.

“But why Roshni? Why your parents are so obstinate? Why don’t they understand that we love each other?”

“They won’t. They want me to settle for some…” she hesitated….. ” you know, so-called aristocratic family”.

Karan was fuming. Still, he tried his best to hide his acrimony from Roshni; the girl whom he loved since two years. A cauldron of intense emotions was surging in his mind. His father was a farmer, true. They stood much lower on social strata in comparison to Roshni’s family. But his love was beyond all these social complications and, he would be an engineer in less than six months. He could make Roshni happy in every way. Then just why? Why? Why?

He wanted to shout. He earnestly wanted to spill out his emotions by uttering Roshni’s name over and over again. But, he just nodded silently.

“Look”, Roshni said in a serious and serene tone, “I don’t want my parents to get a hint of what’s going on between us. My father is joining as the newCollector of the town and my family is shifting here next week. From now on we will act like strangers. Just a few months…… ”

Karan stopped her abruptly,”How can you be so sure of getting me a job so soon?  Why can’t I talk to you, touch you, and feel you for so many days?” the fervor of his emotion made his voice trembling.

“Try to understand Karan, I will wait for you, even if it takes years. Try to think it as an arranged break-up”.

That was the last time they met.

“Ma’am, there are few more entries for this week’s issue. Will you take a look at them tonight?” Soham’s voice took out Roshni from her reverie.

Coming back to reality, she casually nodded and asked for a cup of coffee.
Working as the editor of such a reputed portal as WriteUpCafe meant you’ve to work harder each day. So many entries were there for the online weekly magazine they published on web! Not only from India but from all over the world. But Roshni loved her  work. Her passion for literature and a Masters degree in the same bestowed her the honor of working with  WriteUpCafe.

The reason for her thoughts involving Karan- was a particular entry. They announced an online contest inviting stories and poems from budding writers and bloggers. A person named K has sent an entry, a teenage love story written in the Shakespearean sonnet form. The name of his website is Roshni-The Light”.

“Too much coincidence to believe”. Roshni muttered. “Moreover, Karan never tried to reach me after that day. I heard from one of his friends about his interview in some company in Delhi. That was the last news I garnered about him”. She sighed.

Surprisingly, she never felt any hatred or anger towards Karan. The only thing she wanted to know was why he never contacted her. Karan was not in a position in 2008 to afford a cell phone, neither Roshni knew anything about his ancestral village in Himachal Pradesh. She tried every possible online search  in these five years to find out a particular Karan Solanki but, in vain.

“Let’s take another chance, I’ve nothing to lose…”

She began writing a mail to the K of Roshni-The Light” on behalf of  WriteUpCafe

Karan’s got married to Shreya within a week from the day he missed his first flight. Only his parents attended the occasion. They were taken aback and, remained speechless for most of the times during their two-day stay in the Bansal House. Karan understood the reality when it was too late. He was used just as a scape-goat…to keep alive the reputation and pride of the Bansal Group of Companies.

When he confronted Shreya she laughed  and said,”You should consider yourself fortunate enough to be known as the son-in-law of Mr. Bansal and husband of Shreya Bansal. Don’t ever try to poke your sub-standard nose in any of my affairs…I don’t like it”. She smiled again.

That a smile could be so filthy and full of worms- Karan never knew before that.

After giving birth to her child, a daughter, Shaniya, Shreya went back to her routine life of partying and washed her hands off the baby.
She never showed any interest in her daughter. A nanny was appointed and Mr. Bansal tried his best to fulfill the chasm of motherly love and care with dozens of babysitters and servants. Little did he know- money couldn’t buy everything.

The bubbly little girl soon became extremely fond of Karan. Perhaps, her pure heart found some love there.

Karan never tried to contact Roshni, his repentance, and shame prevented him from doing so. He began to hate himself. There was a bleak  blanket of frustration that covered him all the time.

But there was a tiny entrance for light- Shaniya. Karan tried but failed to grow a hatred for the innocent, little angel. She called him, papa.

The reply from the portal, WriteUpCafe brought a purely happy smile on Karan’s face after many years. He read it again and again. They’ve acknowledged his entry and asked for his contact details, real name, and address. A short bio mentioning his favorite authors, his inspiration etc. was also needed.

He quickly replied to the mail.

“My inspiration,” he wrote, “is a sublime light- Roshni”.

“Why don’t you ever filed a divorce, Karan? You’re enough educated to get a job on your own. Why can’t you come out of this invisible chain of  a bitter and loveless relationship?”

Karan was reading Roshni’s email. It’s been six months that they’re communicating through emails and occasionally talked over the phone.

Karan’s primary reaction after knowing the identity of the editor of  WriteUpCafe was overwhelming. He cried out of joy and wondered how could a woman be so understanding and lovable and logical. It seemed to him, that, he knew the girl named Roshni; but her maturity and love stunned him once again. He cried again understanding what had he missed. Then, he opened himself up to her, a hand of compassion on his raw wounds made him calmer.

He was replying to her mail-

As soon as I understood the scheming behind our marriage, I threatened Shreya with a divorce. That evening Mr. Bansal came home along with the Police Commissioner of Shimla. The bespectacled man smiled and offered me a friendly advice. If I ever try to file a divorce or do any harm to Shreya, he would put  me behind the bars making a false case under section 498A. “I’ll also make sure that you’ll enjoy the rest of your life in jail”.
Money speaks a lot, Roshni, and that too, in an obscenely loud voice
. He added.

Regular conversation with Roshni was helping Karan to gain his lost confidence, slowly but surely. Again he wanted to be with her, his love of life, his Roshni. He was dreaming again; his dormant wishes got wings, wanting him to fly high in ecstasy.

He secretly was planning for a final move. He arranged his tickets to Mumbai. His plan was to meet Roshni in Mumbai. It’s a big city with too many opportunities. He contacted a person who dealt with fake passports and identities. Karan Solanki was determined this time to live a life of his own; a new name, a new identity.

Karan was about to leave Bansal House. Most casually, without raising any suspicion to anyone, he was crossing the lush green compound when someone from behind held his hand.

“Where are you going, Papa? Today is Sunday and, you promised to play with me….I will cry if you don’t”.

Karan knew he was going to miss the flight, again.


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75 responses to “Love, Lust, Lost

  1. It was like watching a movie! A sad, romantic and moving movie! (Moving movie? What a cliché! I’m going down in the world, if this is the best I could do!:/ )

    I usually don’t read or write romantic stories because I find them too artificial and prefer dark realism of life. I began reading this story out of loyalty to a lovely poet and then don’t know when I joined Karan and Roshni in their rollercoaster, till WHAM! The end slammed me in my face!

    Very beautifully narrated and a tightly scripted end. You are a whiz at writing stories too! A truly multi-faceted writer indeed!


    • A moving movie sounds cool. You know, even I myself don’t like reading mushy love stories, but still ventured on writing a story based on love😀. Glad you liked the characters…. thank you so much…🙂

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  3. Dear Maniparna You do have all the qualities to capture reader’s heart through your writings, that a good writer should possess. You have weaved this story so beautifully. This story does have a special quality of short story as we know “sesh hoeo hoilo na sesh”😀. Wonderful work Maniparna:) Many many congrats for your achievement. God bless:)

  4. Maniparna you are such an effortless writer, words flow that makes it a compelling read and injected the emotions on scheming and what goes inside someone’s head. People can be a prisoner of money at times and fear. Brilliant story:)

  5. Whoa….Loved it didi..I heard this is a common phenomena for the son of middle or lower middle class family in our country…A cousin of one of my friends got his engineering degree from BUET(It’s the most well known Engineering university of Bangladesh) and he had a relationship with a girl who is the daughter of a rich businessman. After completing his graduation he had to marry that girl and as far as I heard only his parents were invited in the wedding and they were neglected during the party because they were poor. I can’t imagine such things because my parents are doing their best to build my career. I don’t have the right to hurt them.
    You nailed it…🙂

    • Romel, really such incidents are not very uncommon in our country, too. I really despise such young people who tend to forget all about their family and tradition as they are blinded by their greed. I believe, they never become really happy in their life…..

      Thanks so much for sharing your thoughts and the reblog…🙂

  6. Captivating, unique story, unexpected turns in the story, what else a reader wnats whiel he reads a story. Not a single line can be skipped whiel reading , that we generally do to miss the unrelevant details. Another thing I loved your story from the beginning and didn’t wanted to miss anything to tell you what I liked in your story rather loved your story. So here are two points apart from the one’s mentioned in the starting i made while reading the story.

    1. Uniquely missed the flight. One sentence contains so many emotions, like missing first flight, so many dreams shattered for the convenience, so a state where in you are ok with the setup, yet at the same time feeling sad for the missed thing. I guess no story has missed the flight for such a reason. Unique and best🙂

    2. “Love?” The voice sounded like the cold, sharp, edge of a serrated knife. – Another classic usage of word love. A different feeling, you know when you always use this word for the pure thing which gives you the best moments and when lost the unbearable pain, but this was awsome use of word and feeling called LOVE.

    In all loved your story and I thank to the writeupcafe , that I got another good author to read.

    • Thanks to WriteUpCafe for rewarding me with such a friend cum reader. I’m really speechless with your analysis of the story…. believe me, you’ve just made my day. 🙂

      Thanks a lot dear, feel free to criticize whenever you find a fault, I highly value the opinions of such great readers… 🙂 XO

  7. Wow Mani ..
    .loved the last line ..was unexpected for me and the way I felt , it elevated the story.
    Realistic characterization, plausible situations
    And then the human conflict ..very genuine .
    Loved the narration and the style and everything about it . Poignant .
    Wish someday the guy would whisk away the daughter too to Roshni🙂

    • Thanks, dear. I knew it, you would feel in the same way as I did. 😀
      Human nature is very complicated, isn’t it? They seldom act as they think or try to think. Glad you liked the story dear.❤

      And, yes, who knows….🙂

  8. Hey………. After a long time! You’re pretty well in weaving superb fiction. I guess it’s the only one after that “Everything was perfect” Really loved it. And please think over that what I said last time regarding your potential talent.

  9. As you said in your preface that it will take time and so it did to read this loooooong piece. But yes, the time was certainly worth the spend. Extremely brilliant.

  10. It’s always a pleasure to read your posts Maniparna… Though I am visiting your site after a long gap, but still found it so interesting to read this post…

  11. Superb story Maniparna, I see it as attachments that the poor guy got caught into….I secretly pray he finds some way to be with Roshni for life🙂

  12. This is one of the best posts that you have ever made in your entire blog😀 Having read all your posts I can say that without a second thought😀

    Karan can still win over Shreya, hope he strives a bit for that😀 I love the name Shreya for some reason and moreover it was a beautiful post by you.


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