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The voice part 3
January 29TH 2002
We were rehearsing for our performance for the annual function. The function got postponed because a
girl jumped from our college building. I got chills when I heard her name. I was terrified, but I thought,
"No, it’s not what you are thinking."
"Aah, girl, I am so exhausted. We've been practicing for the past 3 hours, but we need more energy," I
exclaimed.
Aadvita chimed in, "I feel the same, yaar. It's the last time, let's give it our all. Team, line up!"
Lakhavni added, "Yes, let's go! Aag laga denge. We are going to be the highlight of the show!"
It had been almost two weeks since that incident. My body had fully recovered, surprisingly with no
major injuries. But my mind and soul were scarred. I still couldn't shake the memories of that day. It was
definitely not a mere case of sleep paralysis; I was damn sure of it. But when I watched the CCTV
footage, it seemed to contradict my memories. I didn't know what was going to happen next, but at
least I hadn't heard any other voices. Maybe, just maybe, I could live a normal life again.
After rehearsing, we had a few classes, and then I headed straight to my hostel. I had an urge to read my
diary:
"Dear diary,
You won't believe what happened three days ago. It was April 2, 1995. Three people moved into the
house nearby, and I was thrilled to have new friends. The family included a woman and her two daughters. I tried to strike up a conversation with Sayma,one of the girl. She seemed very scared, and
she was stammering, I didn't know why. In the evening, I went to their home with a plate of gajar ka
halwa as a welcome gift. My mother makes the best gajar ka halwa. But when I arrived, the door was
open. I peered inside, and it was pitch dark. Just as I was about to turn back, someone pulled me inside.
She tried to say something, but we were both knocked unconscious by a single thud. The next thing I
knew, my hands were tied, my eyes were blindfolded, we were in a room as I could hear Sayma's voice
she told me, her hands were tied but she would look for a way out. She shouted, and I shouted back. She
called me, and together, we escaped. She didn't say a word; she just ran away, but she smiled at me
before leaving. I went to my parents, and the police arrived. They found one dead body and another
person who was alive. I don't know if it was the mother or the little girl who died. I never found out what
happened next; my parents never told me.
Why am I still reading about these old traumatic experiences? I have good memories too, with my
family, friends, and him. I miss Rajveer. I wonder where he is now."
Lakhvani's POV January 6th:
"Main khush hun ki dukhi pata nhi chal rha hai. I met Raghav today. Oh my God, he is tall and handsome,
but the best part is, he knows how to treat a woman. But when I was returning, I almost slipped, and he
saved me. I was in his arms, and we stared at each other for 3 seconds. Those 3 seconds felt so intense.
Aah, I hope to meet him again soon. But in all this excitement, Didi's favorite green earring it got
scratches. It's slightly damaged. I feel so bad right now. I can't buy a new one because it's so special to
her. Hey Bhagwan, kis dhuvida mein fasa deto ho aap?"
The next day, February 1st:
"It's Friday today, and college is off, but I came here for rehearsal. While going upstairs, I saw Aandesh
and Farhan. Aadvita thinks they are gay, they might be. They look cute together. They completely
ignored the walking beauty beside them (obviously, me) and kept staring and smiling at each other.
Waah, ye bhi thik hai! I said to myself.
After rehearsal, I was waiting for my friends as they were collecting their props. I noticed some
policemen; they might have come either for security checks for tomorrow's celebrity guest, the legend
Hrithik Roshan (I know, it sounds unbelievable, but he agreed to come!), or for the death case of that
girl.
My eyes froze when I saw him. He stared back at me, looking more mature now. I felt myself blushing,
but my eyes welled up with tears within seconds. He looked shocked, a hint of regret and a sigh on his
face, yet a slight hint of happiness too. I was enchanted to meet him once again. I missed you, Rajveer,"
i said to myself. i felt as if i was muted again but not by an invisible force but something stronger, that is
love!
I wanted to run and hold him, but I couldn't. Instead, my friends called me, urging me to grab some
coffee. I wanted to stay and talk to him, but I left because I knew it was the right thing to do. I sensed he
was coming behind me when I started walking in the opposite direction, but then someone called his
name, and with a longing look, he left, just like he did years ago.
Rajveer's point of view:
"I didn't know I would see her again, and that too like this. I was shocked and felt regret, but I was also
happy to see her again. I wanted to hold her in my arms and never let her go, to freeze that moment
forever. Yeh sab hamari Qismat mein tha, hai na upar wale?
I met Kavisha when I was 18, and she was 15. She was unlike anyone else, unique. Just looking at her
made me laugh. I had only seen her for two days before fate brought us together. I had run away from
home; it wasn't a house, it was hell. But Kavisha gave me happiness without a second thought. She
helped me without any hesitation. After a few days, we started talking, sharing our stories. She even
shared the traumatic incident of her birthday, and I believed her wholeheartedly.
I didn't have much money, only what I earned from my part-time job, but I managed to gift her the green
earrings and a tape recorder. I recorded some songs and voice messages on it for her. But just a month
later, I had to leave for a new life. I didn't want to leave her, but it was the right choice for both of us.
Before leaving, I gave her a pendant made of two halves. She had one, and I had the other, both blue, the
same color I always associated with her.
I wanted to stop her, apologize, and watch her until my eyes gave up, but I had forgotten why I was
there - a case.
Someone called out, 'Inspector Rajveer, please see what we found.' It was the green earring, but there
was only one piece. It was found near the girl's body. Her name was Sayma. The police officer unfolded:
Sayma's story—she had recently arrived here, likely in pursuit of a job or some other purpose. She had
no family, having been disowned by her biological family, the Shuklas, years ago. Later, she was adopted
by a lady, but tragedy struck as that woman attempted suicide and perished. Sayma fled, eventually
finding her way to Jaipur, where she sought refuge with an NGO. At present, she was residing with her
roommate, who attested to her deep depression over the past few weeks. The reasons behind her
despair remained elusive, as she had few acquaintances in the city.
I froze in shock as I stared at that solitary green earring. How was this possible? Kavisha's birthday was
tomorrow. What was happening to her, and what was happening to me?
We were rehearsing for our performance for the annual function. The function got postponed because a
girl jumped from our college building. I got chills when I heard her name. I was terrified, but I thought,
"No, it’s not what you are thinking."
"Aah, girl, I am so exhausted. We've been practicing for the past 3 hours, but we need more energy," I
exclaimed.
Aadvita chimed in, "I feel the same, yaar. It's the last time, let's give it our all. Team, line up!"
Lakhavni added, "Yes, let's go! Aag laga denge. We are going to be the highlight of the show!"
It had been almost two weeks since that incident. My body had fully recovered, surprisingly with no
major injuries. But my mind and soul were scarred. I still couldn't shake the memories of that day. It was
definitely not a mere case of sleep paralysis; I was damn sure of it. But when I watched the CCTV
footage, it seemed to contradict my memories. I didn't know what was going to happen next, but at
least I hadn't heard any other voices. Maybe, just maybe, I could live a normal life again.
After rehearsing, we had a few classes, and then I headed straight to my hostel. I had an urge to read my
diary:
"Dear diary,
You won't believe what happened three days ago. It was April 2, 1995. Three people moved into the
house nearby, and I was thrilled to have new friends. The family included a woman and her two daughters. I tried to strike up a conversation with Sayma,one of the girl. She seemed very scared, and
she was stammering, I didn't know why. In the evening, I went to their home with a plate of gajar ka
halwa as a welcome gift. My mother makes the best gajar ka halwa. But when I arrived, the door was
open. I peered inside, and it was pitch dark. Just as I was about to turn back, someone pulled me inside.
She tried to say something, but we were both knocked unconscious by a single thud. The next thing I
knew, my hands were tied, my eyes were blindfolded, we were in a room as I could hear Sayma's voice
she told me, her hands were tied but she would look for a way out. She shouted, and I shouted back. She
called me, and together, we escaped. She didn't say a word; she just ran away, but she smiled at me
before leaving. I went to my parents, and the police arrived. They found one dead body and another
person who was alive. I don't know if it was the mother or the little girl who died. I never found out what
happened next; my parents never told me.
Why am I still reading about these old traumatic experiences? I have good memories too, with my
family, friends, and him. I miss Rajveer. I wonder where he is now."
Lakhvani's POV January 6th:
"Main khush hun ki dukhi pata nhi chal rha hai. I met Raghav today. Oh my God, he is tall and handsome,
but the best part is, he knows how to treat a woman. But when I was returning, I almost slipped, and he
saved me. I was in his arms, and we stared at each other for 3 seconds. Those 3 seconds felt so intense.
Aah, I hope to meet him again soon. But in all this excitement, Didi's favorite green earring it got
scratches. It's slightly damaged. I feel so bad right now. I can't buy a new one because it's so special to
her. Hey Bhagwan, kis dhuvida mein fasa deto ho aap?"
The next day, February 1st:
"It's Friday today, and college is off, but I came here for rehearsal. While going upstairs, I saw Aandesh
and Farhan. Aadvita thinks they are gay, they might be. They look cute together. They completely
ignored the walking beauty beside them (obviously, me) and kept staring and smiling at each other.
Waah, ye bhi thik hai! I said to myself.
After rehearsal, I was waiting for my friends as they were collecting their props. I noticed some
policemen; they might have come either for security checks for tomorrow's celebrity guest, the legend
Hrithik Roshan (I know, it sounds unbelievable, but he agreed to come!), or for the death case of that
girl.
My eyes froze when I saw him. He stared back at me, looking more mature now. I felt myself blushing,
but my eyes welled up with tears within seconds. He looked shocked, a hint of regret and a sigh on his
face, yet a slight hint of happiness too. I was enchanted to meet him once again. I missed you, Rajveer,"
i said to myself. i felt as if i was muted again but not by an invisible force but something stronger, that is
love!
I wanted to run and hold him, but I couldn't. Instead, my friends called me, urging me to grab some
coffee. I wanted to stay and talk to him, but I left because I knew it was the right thing to do. I sensed he
was coming behind me when I started walking in the opposite direction, but then someone called his
name, and with a longing look, he left, just like he did years ago.
Rajveer's point of view:
"I didn't know I would see her again, and that too like this. I was shocked and felt regret, but I was also
happy to see her again. I wanted to hold her in my arms and never let her go, to freeze that moment
forever. Yeh sab hamari Qismat mein tha, hai na upar wale?
I met Kavisha when I was 18, and she was 15. She was unlike anyone else, unique. Just looking at her
made me laugh. I had only seen her for two days before fate brought us together. I had run away from
home; it wasn't a house, it was hell. But Kavisha gave me happiness without a second thought. She
helped me without any hesitation. After a few days, we started talking, sharing our stories. She even
shared the traumatic incident of her birthday, and I believed her wholeheartedly.
I didn't have much money, only what I earned from my part-time job, but I managed to gift her the green
earrings and a tape recorder. I recorded some songs and voice messages on it for her. But just a month
later, I had to leave for a new life. I didn't want to leave her, but it was the right choice for both of us.
Before leaving, I gave her a pendant made of two halves. She had one, and I had the other, both blue, the
same color I always associated with her.
I wanted to stop her, apologize, and watch her until my eyes gave up, but I had forgotten why I was
there - a case.
Someone called out, 'Inspector Rajveer, please see what we found.' It was the green earring, but there
was only one piece. It was found near the girl's body. Her name was Sayma. The police officer unfolded:
Sayma's story—she had recently arrived here, likely in pursuit of a job or some other purpose. She had
no family, having been disowned by her biological family, the Shuklas, years ago. Later, she was adopted
by a lady, but tragedy struck as that woman attempted suicide and perished. Sayma fled, eventually
finding her way to Jaipur, where she sought refuge with an NGO. At present, she was residing with her
roommate, who attested to her deep depression over the past few weeks. The reasons behind her
despair remained elusive, as she had few acquaintances in the city.
I froze in shock as I stared at that solitary green earring. How was this possible? Kavisha's birthday was
tomorrow. What was happening to her, and what was happening to me?
