Deception

The depth of her eyes engraved a meaning in her sense of existence. It meant more than life to him, for she meant his cause of existence. It all started three autumns past, it was the most exciting day, a day which he would have remembered to his last breath. The first day in college, a fresh breath blew over, it brought about a new feel, and she was life.

He saw her, she was alluring, and more were her eyes which bore the strength to make him delve into their unfathomable depths. They spoke a lot, more than could any human senses decipher. He duly felt for her, for her eyes only. Speech was a mere communicating tool, but eyes expressed it all. Days passed by, college fresher turned seniors and the bond strengthened. A truth blossomed in other hearts and lips parted to vocalize their eternity of existence in the commonplace.

Nadir, the only supporting son from a family of three was in love with Shree, a pampered daughter and a billionaire heiress. Though they belonged to different background, yet for them, as well as their families it was religious humanism at supreme. They formed the perfect couple, envy to peers, for the unmatched beauty of Shree and the brains of Nadir. They were the perfect couple in the eyes of the commonplace, going places together and rising on the stairs of success with their efforts in life.

Nadir and Shree started up their venture in as micro-entrepreneurs. They grew and were soon among the highly recognized in society. Their life, in the public as well in the private ventures wasn’t quite a different one and he too knew that they were a perfect couple. He was a caring husband, he liked going places and Shree loved his habits. They had balls under their feet, they traveled at the tint of a feeling to decipher and explore the truths of nature and humankind.

It was one such day when they ventured out on a route less traveled in their daily course. They set out for the Old man’s Fort, an easy venture and a day’s visit. They had to be thoughtful on not spending much time out and had to return by that night for their big day ahead. Enjoyment was at its full scale high note, but they were conscious and careful. They took the last train back home. It was almost 10 and the compartment was empty parting the two, in the ravenous darkness of the night.

Nadir stood up and pulled up Shree too. It wasn’t a shock for Shree anymore, given to the fact that Nadir was impulsive in adventurous spirits. Both of them approached the exit. While Nadir quietly leaned out of the open door, he held Shree’s hands. He looked into her eyes and altered his vision to the approaching light, seeming to be that of a train approaching on the opposite track. His senses felt for those expressive pair of eyes again, they seemed to be caught in a different dimension of expressive turmoil. He delved more into them as his pulses rushed, he couldn’t realize the currents in the unfathomable depths of the sea of her expressive, glowing pair of crystal marbles. His senses started growing numb, he could only see through those expressive pairs while he could feel loosing her grip over his hands in the blinding glow of the approaching light. Photons as if pierced through his body at the last moment of his perfect senses.

Shree remained still, she could still feel the palpitation of his hands, but her senses weren’t numb. She reconciled to her senses to ensure the commitment of the act. In an approach to make everything normal, she pulled the emergency chain. The speeding serpent screeched to a halt and within moments rushed in guards. She disclosed the accident to them.

Days and months passed by after this incident. She was widowed by an accident in the commonplace which human senses pitied on. She received Nadir’s claim of Life Insurance worth a hefty sum, as well as a mighty amount for dissolving their joint venture. She spent her days in isolation at her mansion as the billionaire heiress. She sat on the couch with her morning cup, holding the newspaper and busily grossing though the headlines. The small black box gyrated to a devotional tune and made its existence for connectivity felt. It read ‘Rick calling…’ She picked up the call, the voice on the other side said ‘Thank you for paying your debts’. She ended the call and felt a sigh of relief for having cleared the huge load of a financial debt.

They were a perfect couple in the senses of the commonplace and privately. Nadir was intelligent, but he misinterpreted the depths of those expressive pairs. She had a dark side, but Nadir was the Sun, visioning only the side brightened by him. She was sinking into the watery graves of financial debts due to her habit of narcotics, unknown in the commonplace. She desperately needed a way out, when she saw the sunbeam through her sun. The death of this star wasn’t a black hole in her life siphoning everything out of it, but was the source of the Midas fortune. She found a way to release out of the debts loosing out the emotionally sensitive fool and resumed her stay as the billionaire heiress and fantasy of many gleaming eyes. Deception wasn’t anymore the trick she used over her card game, it was what she played on life and lived to glory.