December Diaries – Chapter 9
She bowed down and picked up the fallen note. She looked at it and
tried remembering if it belonged to her. It didn’t. She kept the Diary
over the desk, and unfolded the paper note. As her eyes began reading
the inked words, her hands began shivering and her heart beats seemed
they would cease to beat in no time. A strange vibe of fear and betrayal
rushed through her nerves making her numb from all the sensations. She
wasn’t just broken, she was dead! The left over part of a human that was
surviving inside her had died leaving her soul-less.
She fell over the bed as she struggled for breath. She wasn’t crying.
Not yet. She was shocked. Her senses had got a blow. She could not
believe how a person can fake his love for so long. Yesterday, it almost
seemed she was going to have a new life with Aryan. But that was just a
dream which was now broken, thrashed, and murdered. Suddenly, she began
laughing. Her laugh was the voice of her broken heart. She felt the
same as Aryan must have felt six years back. Actually, she felt worse.
She hadn’t left Aryan the way he did. She hadn’t faked her love like he
did the past day. His revenge destroyed every bit of hers. His revenge
was far more cruel than what she had done to him in the past.
‘You’re amazing!’ She screamed.
‘You are amazing, Aryan Suri. You destroyed me completely. You
thrashed the tiny piece of soul left in me. This was the best revenge
ever. You won!
Congratulations, you son of a bitch!’ She yelled at the
top of her voice, and broke down. Her cries became louder and louder.
Her heart was too small to refuge the ample of pain she was going
through. She had an outburst of emotion. She couldn’t control anymore.
She stood up to reach her cell phone. Her hands shivered as she began
typing the text.
“You’re amazing! This couldn’t have been any better. It’s just to let
you know, that I hate you too. I disgust you rather. We won’t see each
other again, I promise. Good bye!” she texted to Aryan and threw her
cell phone over the wall, which then broke into pieces, just like her
heart.
She dragged herself down to the floor as she hauled and screamed and
cried. But this time, no one was around her to help her stand. She was
left alone, all alone. She looked at the note once again, which had the
harshest of the words she could ever read.
“Dear Joanna aka Ms Slut,
So you wanted a day to spend with me so that I can forgive you? Do
you think it was so easy? Do you have any idea how I have passed those
six years of my life? Well, why would you care, you were busy sleeping
around. Isn’t it? By the way, don’t you feel disgusting to sleep with
every next guy you get? Doesn’t your body feel like a lousy market where
anyone can walk and leave their mark? Anyways, I don’t care about that
too. This note is just to let you know that I hate you from the core of
my heart. I wonder how I can love a slut like you. Feeling bad? Feeling
broken? Well, actually I had felt the same once. Now, it’s your turn.
Anyways, please don’t feel used at all. Things that are already used
several times are already known as “Used”. You know what I mean. Hope to
never see your shit face again. Goodbye Ms so called Joanna.”
She sobbed and recalled the previous night. She had rather proved to
Aryan she wasn’t a slut. He was the one owning her. How could he just be
so cruel? She had realized that Aryan must have slipped the note into
her diary when she left him alone in her room and went to brew some
coffee. That actually didn’t matter her. The things that mattered were
that he still hated her and he had faked his love the past day only to
get her into the bed. She felt used. She did. She began screaming again
and wanted to end her life. She had no reason to live, not anymore. She
pulled her drawer to take the bottle of sleeping pills out of it. She
had stocked them since ever just to get some sleep forgetting the
memories of Aryan. But this time, she wanted to sleep forever, and
forget him, forever! She gulped half the bottle of the pills and soon,
she began losing her consciousness. She was drained and she went dry,
dry of tears that were the reflection of her pain.
The last thing she remembered before losing entire consciousness was
that, that Jake came running to her rescue and picked her in his arms as
he escorted her to the hospital.
*****
Aryan waited for his love to come. Joanna had promised him that she
would come. He remembered nothing else about last night except Joanna
and her promise. He waited until the last moment before leaving. No one
was there. He cursed himself to fall in love again. He didn’t want to,
but somewhere he fell in love. Now, he wanted to see Joanna. He was
missing her badly.
Joanna didn’t come, instead she dropped a message to him. He read the
message and exploded with anger. He was all red. Yet, he tried one last
time. He called her number. “The number you are trying to call is not
reachable.” He pushed the phone in his pocket.
He gave up. Destiny played its part again. It brought them together
but then Jesus made them apart, again. He had no tears in his eyes. He
had just regret, regret to fall in love with her all over again. It was a
mistake.
“It was a mistake.” He screamed. Airport staff looked at him scarily.
He scared everyone around. He then realized where he was “Sorry,” He
uttered and forced a smile.
He went to board the plane. Air-hostess guided all the passengers to
turn off their cellphones. Aryan looked at the screen. He was expecting,
that one message or call that could rewrite the ending of their story.
He glared at the screen for some time and then switched off his
cellphone. History repeated itself. Story of Aryan and Joanna ended. The
December Diaries reached its last page. No more pages dedicated to
their love story, no more pages about love. It all ended.
Flight took off and he tried to sleep. The Journey was hardest. He
was going away from Joanna. Sleep cheated him and he kept thinking of
her. This time he was never going back. No more cards of destiny to were
to be played. He landed and decided to settle down to India.
25 days later:
Joanna looked herself in mirror. She appeared broken. She had learned
to live a life without Aryan. Now, he no longer bothered her thoughts.
She was happy or maybe she told herself every day that she was happy
and now that lie became her belief.
‘You look beautiful.’ Jake entered the room. She turned and stepped
to hug him. They hugged each other. Jake had taken her to the hospital
that morning and since then he was taking care of her. He gave her a
second life and made sure she lives every bit of it. His love never came
with demands. He just cared for her and stayed with her in her hard
times.
‘We were about to leave for a new year eve party and you took so long that it’s already 11:55 pm.’ He showed her the time.
‘Oh! I am so sorry,’ She almost forgot the time.
‘We are not going for a party now. Let’s go on terrace and enjoy the
crackers decorated sky.’ He took her arm in his, and took her to the
terrace. She looked at the city. It was celebrating. She then looked at
the church visible from there. She remembered something. She was about
to cry but then the crackers started lighting the night.
‘Happy New Year’ entire London screamed simultaneously.
‘Joanna, I love you.’ He said. Joanna couldn’t believe what she had
just listened. However, she knew Jake’s feelings but she wasn’t
expecting this. She turned to Jake.
He was on his knees, holding a ring in his hand. His eyes filled with
hope. Joanna looked into his eyes. They were expecting the reward of
the time he spent in loving and caring for her. She knew Jake would
never leave her. His eyes reminded her of Aryan’s. The same eyes, with
the same hope – of getting a forever. She didn’t want to crash those
hopeful eyes this time and then, she decided rest of her life’s journey
with him.
‘Will you marry me?’ he asked.
She cried her heart and whispered ‘Yes.’ It was the beginning of her new life.
On the other horizon of Earth, somewhere in India, celebrations had
already started. Aryan and his friends had planned a party in the bar.
They all met up at the time and Aryan was four shots down.
‘Hey Aryan,’ Akash joined him in the pub.
‘Hey Akash, How are you buddy?’ He replied.
‘I am awesome. Dude! You tell how the ass of that hot bitch was.’ He winked.
‘Who bitch?’ Aryan asked confused.
‘Joanna dude! How was your revenge?’ He said and asked bartender for a drink.
“Joanna, the revenge,” His mind paced up. His heartbeat started
beating fast and he shouted “Oh Shit! I forgot about that note.” It
seemed his world stop moving. How could he be so dumb. How could he let
go of her this time when destiny wanted them to meet. Excitement and
anger altogether covered his senses and he immediately ran out of the
pub leaving all his friends in daze.
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