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The lines crossed – final part

Continued from The lines crossed 3

” How dare you do that, you utterly disgust me !!”, she typed furiously and hit the send button. Not being able to connect with him, had made her go nuts !!

One year precisely, and she had been fighting with herself to survive, with all her crappy thoughts about the devil. She was being a judgemental bitch.

Moments later she realised, she had done something wrong. What if he got angry with her, for that mail she sent a minute back, what if he didn’t reply at all?

He did reply though. “OK” , was the short and sweet answer.

Her head had started spinning by now. She disgusted herself. She felt she was being mocked at.

A month later

Other than checking her mails, she had abandoned her computer. One look at that machine, and she was reminded of the past. She hated that feeling. She desired to be happy once more.

One fine day, she was being grumpy again. Irrationally irritable.

No, it was not her monthly cycle playing the pranks, it was the unexpected email, she had received that morning.

It read ” I got a good job, am moving out of the country soon. Bbye and take care”

A tear trickled down her cheek, a chill went down her spine, she had almost fainted. She felt, she lost a part of her own. She was devastated, to say the least.

Gathering herself,she had a glass of chilled water and she smiled, mysteriously!!

Smiled ??

Yes, she smiled, coz something had made her smile 🙂

She was happy for him. He was successful, and in a position, she always wanted him to be. She felt proud, he had achieved it. She was glad he had finally got what he had always dreamt of – success, money and recognition, and all that by himself. He had no godfather, no savings; A well deserved success it was!!

She respected him from within, “Kudos”, she whispered and smiled again.

All the angst, the frustration, the hatred had dissolved into thin air, what was left was just love, disguised as respect.

She felt as light as a feather. She felt relieved.

Two years later

Her heart skipped a beat again. She felt something in the air around. Something awkward that was making her feel uneasy. She looked around and was amused.

World is a small place – she thought.

They exchanged glances and smiled. The devil was there, looking smart and dapper,in his crisp suit, with a charming lady by his side. They were at a friend’s wedding reception.

She had been ageing gracefully, but suddenly at this moment, her visible grey strands started bothering her.She wanted to look perfect.

He walked up to her. ” Hey there, how are you?” , he asked smiling.

With the same height difference as always, she had to look up to him.She was already startled and mesmerized. “Good ” , she replied, fumbling.

” Meet her, she is my wife, you remember my girlfriend back then?” he asked her,  pointing to his beautiful lady.

“And I am back in the city, same house !!” he added promptly.

” You got a pretty wife, and you look good together”, she replied.

They exchanged smiles and looked like a cute couple, very much in love.

Five  years later

He rushed to open the door, only to find his old neighbour holding something in his wrinkled hands.

“What is this” ,  the devil asked.

“It is a packet for you, someone left it yesterday noon, while you were out.”

“Who was it, you should have asked for the identity and the phone number.”

“It was a someone saying, a lady left it as her last wish.”

He was skeptical on opening that mysterious gift. Since it was for him, he couldn’t resist the urge either.  He slowly tore open the gift wrap.

Lots of neatly printed papers, arranged in a stack, and a letter in a red envelope, that is what it exactly contained.

” Go get this printed, couldn’t find anyone else to share my secrets with, hope you don’t mind. I trust you. Rose…….”

It was her biography. He ruffled through the pages, speechless.

His eyes welled up, for the first time, as he noticed the title of the biography. It read – Roses Bleed.

” I will miss you bitch”, he whispered to himself.

The lines crossed 3

Continued from The lines crossed 1 and The lines crossed 2

Three times that week, she had been with him, devising new excuses every time. The family was obviously unaware of her intentions, as she left her baby with them.

Something was truly bugging her. The lust – love duel was still going on in her mind. She was confused.

“So, hows you today?”, she pecked him as she inquired.

“Good”, he answered faintly, not taking his eyes off his computer.

She did feel bad, but it was more than anything on earth for her, to be with him. She always wanted the moments to freeze; those moments when she would notice a hint of love in his eyes. That would make her feel wanted and desired.

The very next moment, snap…..she would feel like just an object of desire. Not sure of what was true, she would always try to hold herself back. Call her cold.

The week passed fast enough, and she was back to the square one, her home, her  family, husband and the kid. She was upset, missing something, missing her devil !!

Not that she wanted him or wanted to be with him, that wasn’t possible anytime,  she wanted to be around him. She felt so special, when he vented out his frustrations to her. The best part being, he would stick to her the whole day, if he felt low anytime. She would feel like a goddess 🙂

Back home, she now had no contact with him. No texts, no mails, dry days and weeping nights. There wasn’t a day, she would not think of him. A thousand questions would cross her mind at lightening speed – Was he fine? Did he not like me? Was he so busy with his girlfriend his studies? Doesn’t he ever miss me? Did he find me old and boring? Did he want something more of me ?……..all these questions had no answer, they made her feel sick.

She had started assuming of him as an opportunist. Just because she did not fight, he had her. Just because she was around, he talked to her. She would come up with a million of questions and a zillion of manipulated answers for herself. She was already in a self-pity, self-destructive mode……

She stopped checking out his profile, stopped checking the mails (she knew they would never be there), stopped living… was a drag to keep waiting for a magic to happen, the magic, that never would happen. She was clueless and blank.

Love is the best emotion in this world, the best unexpressed emotion, to be precise !! One moment, it can make you feel on top of the world, and the next moment, it can reduce you to dust. She was already in ashes.

She was Rose, the thorns had started pricking her hard. Her heart was bleeding.

The realization.


It has been 2 years, and eventually I have come to terms with myself. You have given me the best ups and downs in my life 🙂


I thought, both of us would be together, always, as friends. But you puzzle me with your attitude.

How? I am a – flat on face – fellow.

True, but things do change. Don’t they?

You had your own circles, your acquaintances, your friends, which were much better than me.

That doesn’t make a difference to our relationship. Does it?

Yes, it does. Slowly I realised, you did not need me, you just had me, coz I was around. And if I wasn’t there, you would never miss me.


I learnt, I was more dependent on  you than you. You had your priorities over me, and we could be nothing more than just friends, and that too with a condition – I was always around, but you were not.

How can you say that?

Go back in time and think, when would you login and talk to me.

Whenever I am free, or online, and you are online too !!

No, wrong, you would talk to me, whenever you would feel low, you would be out of mood, or you would have no one else to talk to……think again, and you will find me right.

That is because, I know you would always be there for me. You have always been a support, while I need an advice, or need consolation, or just need to vent out. You are the one, I can talk to, about anything and everything around me. You are more like my personal diary. We have no lies, we have no hides !!

Yes, I agree, I am always there for you, but what about you, can I count on you ? I still feel I don’t have you. 

Then, it is your wish.

It is never about my wish, it is always your wish ; whether you wish to add me, delete me, block me, or add me back….things have always been according to your wish.

So you say, I am not a good friend?

No, I just say, I am a your friend, you are not.

This discussion is meaningless, you can think whatever you want to and do whatever you feel like.

You know, I have a freaky girlfriend to take care of, and my shitty exams bugging me. Instead of being on my side, you are blaming me for not being around !!

That is what, I missed you when you weren’t around, and I hate you for that.

Are we fighting again?

May be, because that is how our conversations end every time.

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Have  you ever witnessed this kind of a love-hate relationship?

P.S. This is a true incident 🙂

I have a story to tell……….

……..the story of a girl, who was friendly but shy,

a girl, who was pretty, not beautiful though,

a girl, with jet black curly hair, so curly that her friends called her Maggie !!!

little girls curly hairstyle

A girl, who loved beads and buttons and all small things round.

Maggie loved to collect beads and pebbles of various colours, and put them in a small glass jar. Often she would just sit and gaze at them.

Once while her mother was busy grinding the dry spices, she slowly slipped out with a few black peppercorns in her small hands. A while later she entered back crying, with her nostrils filled with those peppercorns. She could not breathe. And that was her first experiment with life 🙂

A girl, who loved to explore new things.

Maggie loved to unscrew and screw back all her toys, while she was a kid. Her dad always mocked- My kiddo is gonna be a mechanical engineer 😛

The curious nature did not change, while she got into her primary school. Once, she put in her compass rounder (the geometrical instrument to draw circles), into an open electrical plug, and got the first shock of her life. She let out the loudest shriek, and stood there dumb, with everything black and grey in front of her eyes 🙂

A girl, who always loved to help her mother.

Her mother, for Maggie, was the best cook in this world. She never lost a chance to learn cooking, while helping her out.

While grating carrot for the most delicious carrot pudding, she grated her thumbnail along with the carrot. A big chunk of the thumb lay bleeding, and while she was being attended by the doctor, she almost fainted.

A girl, who loved to experiment with herself.

In her teens, with all those hormones flushing, Maggie loved to browse through fashion and lifestyle magazines.

Given those frizzy, extremely curly hair, she had been bored of her hairstyle. But her mother, would not let her cut those beautiful curls. Out of frustration, she took a scissor and cut out a thick section of hair just near the forehead. She thought she would get nice bangs, but instead, ended up having spikes. The hairstyle now was so awkward, that she had to be at home for a week till her hair grew back 😛

A girl who was intrigued by the art of sewing.

While Maggie was small, her mother would stitch up new dresses for her with all the beautiful fabrics available at hand. She would come up with beautiful patterns and dress up her daughter like a doll.

Being interested in the stitching skills of her mom, Maggie always observed carefully, how the sewing machine worked. One night, while they had guests for dinner, she slowly slipped her finger into the sewing machine, and rotated the wheel. Pop……went the needle through her finger and out from the other side of her first digit. In utter pain, she stood there jumping, till her mom noticed it and relieved her of the pain. She determined, never to learn stitching, since then 😛

A girl, who loved sunshine, and breeze and cycling.

Maggie enjoyed cycling, while she was a growing child. Mostly, because her mother believed, she would grow taller by cycling.

She loved how her dress would ruffle in the cool breeze, while she would cycle away on a summer morning. She would dress up in flowy dresses to hear her dress ruffle in the wind.If not the dress, a long scarf would serve the purpose. One such morning, her scarf got entangled in the rear wheel of her cycle. And before she could be strangled to death by the pull, a passer-by rescued her.

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All of us have childhood tales to tell.

Do share some memorable moments of yours………..


The lines crossed 2

contd from the previous post……….

She was Rose.

” You are much softer than my girlfriend”, he admitted.

She felt happy and awkward at the same moment.

With an age difference of 14 years, he having a girlfriend, and she having a kid, how on earth were they meant to be together ?

“Ouch, you bit me hard”, she said pushing him aside, as he exhibited his evil grin.

” How do I answer if anyone asks me about these marks you are giving me ?”

” I know you are good at making excuses”, he winked, and the duel started again, with her forcefully resisting every move from his side.

” Why can’t you just stop resisting and enjoy what I am giving to you?”

She went silent. The past flashed in front of her eyes, as she lay squeezed under him, enjoying though.

She never wanted it, she hadn’t ever thought of it, it was giving her jitters.

It was a duel of lust and love. She was all love, he was all lust.

” Let me go, I will come back some other day, its late.”

” I am sure, you wont come back again, so I am not leaving you right now.”

It was being tough for her to convince him, especially with the manly hold he had on her.

By this time, she had already started filling her senses with his masculine smell, from his sweating body.

She put her nose close to his neck and sniffed him, ” You smell great”, she said feeling charged up.

” And you are freshly waxed, just for me”, ” Now close your eyes and let me taste you”, he whispered in her ear.

” Why on earth do you feel like doing it with me?”, she questioned looking straight into his eyes.

” Because I’ve suddenly started loving you”, he said, pecking her cheek.

She blushed, confused. How can this devil say it so easily, he wasnt that kind, she thought.

She kissed him, giving him a wrong idea of an affirmative. She had stopped resisting his moves, she had surrendered to the devil.

He was a beast in the bed, the one which she was never used to.

Something that was being pleasure for him, was being pain for her, but she feared putting him off, and the thought of losing him made her knees go jello.

Her heart always melted, every time he showed a faint interest in her.

She loved him. He lusted her. That was the pain of her life.

She was a Rose with thorns.


The lines crossed 1

” Won’t you give me a hug before going?”, he asked, looking into her eyes.

With a height difference of almost a foot, she felt her head pressed strongly against his chest. He squeezed her.

” You are too cozy”, the devil grinned. She called him devil.

She was shaking, in loss of words, eyes closed.

Slowly she lifted her head up, only to find her lips strongly locked with his. His hands caressing the softer parts, her eyes closed in ecstasy ;she was wanting more of it.

She resisted him, but the devil was strong, she was liking the dominance though.

” Please don’t do that, I feel strange”, she urged.

” Close your eyes and feel it, enjoy it, you are so soft, let me just check you out”, he grinned.

She smiled faintly, letting him do what he wanted, but holding his hands tightly, not to embarrass her with his moves.

Slowly he lifted her up in his arms, laid her on the bed, lips still locked, both pairs of eyes closed, heavy breath, thumping hearts.

She hadn’t loosened her grip yet.

” Leave my hands”

“What if I don’t?”

” You are pissing me off now !! ”

With a reluctant look in her eyes, she surrendered…..leaving off his hands.

She loved him.