The Ugly Truth!

It was war. Shruti was in a demonic mood. Not too common for her considering she is known to be soft spoken. She was breathing so hard that she shivered. Her bosom heaved and her hands shook in excitement. But this one felt strangely comfortable… letting go off all that she had been holding up inside her. All those months of desperation…

What just occurred was undoubtedly long due. And the pressure of keeping it inside so long made Shurti erupt worse. Somewhere she thought she should have been concerned for Aditya. They have been so close, sharing so much of their respective lives together that it was somewhat criminal to hurt him this way.

Aditya in the meantime was standing in the remote corner, looking out of the window. He appeared calm but he knew he was not. There were was thunderous response inside him to what Shruti had recently told him.

“You are the most selfish and heartless person I have met. I curse myself for letting myself fall for you…” she said. “And you know what? Everyone close to… including part of your family and most of your so called good friends thinks the same about you!” she added. Ouch… that second statement almost gave him a stroke. What Shruti called him didn’t matter much. But did she mention his close ones? Aditya would have rolled back into a shell like a turtle, if he had one. But strangely enough he just smiled to himself. A cold smile… 

He looked at Shruti who was near the open door ready to leave… and that look sent down a shudder through her. She knew he would not get violent. He was not that kind. At least she hoped he was not. Aditya smiled… calmer. “So people seem to know me now… thanks to you!” he said even as he felt something hardening inside him and creating a lump at his throat. He was sweating… and he could not figure out what that feeling was. “Feels nice…. I always knew I am a monster. And now that people know I am one I don’t need to put up that garb again. This time I will just be the cold blooded wolf,” he let out. He didn’t know what made him say that but he knew that sacred Shruti enough. She stepped out, looked at him once and hurried away.

Aditya could not take it anymore. He knew that maybe Shruti was right. Maybe he was the monster. The heartless beast that would lick at wounds! Sounded comforting. Why was that tear forcing its way out? He let his head hang and the tear drop on to the ground. He knew he had lost. But it was not clear enough what the loss was… was it confidence to be good again? or was it the dual or hide and seek that he had apparently played with everyone else… where he garbed into a nice guy!

Outside at the street Shruti wiped her eyes as she called for the rickshaw. She knew she was supposed to be the good person but being the devil just felt so much better and lighter.