Trapped....(Part:4)

(...continued from Part:3)

 "The number you are trying to call is busy. Please call again later."

I threw away the phone in disgust. That was one problem with Aryan. He used to reply to my texts in no time, but whenever I had tried calling him up, I used to hear the same busy tone. 

I was in total mess, and I knew I had to call him up. My mom hardly speaks to me for the last few days. I either find her sobbing, or sitting all alone by herself in the balcony. I might be wrong, but I feel a sense of deep seated fear in her eyes, though I don't know why. Dad mostly tries to stay outside home in the pretext of work, so that he doesn't need to face me. And me???....trapped in my own loneliness, asusual.

They say, that nobody understands a child more than the parents. I wish they had met mine.

It so happened, that I had decided to break the news about me and Aryan being together at my home, even though I knew they would never accept us. But, atleast I had expected some sort of understanding from them, which was wrong of me in the very first place, considering, how they had never understood me from my very childhood.

My mom thinks I have gone mad 'yet again' and though I was cured of this 'sickness' for a few years after the 'last time', it had 'returned again'.....though I have no idea of what she actually means by that.

"What are you talking about ma???..what maddness??...what sickness??...what last time??..I don't know...I just said that I love Aryan..."

"Just like Pranav, isn't it?? How many times will I have to tell you that...."

"Who Pranav, ma??...I don't remember any Pranav..", I interrupted.

Ma could only sob. She had no answer, and I had no idea of what she was talking about. Aryan is my first love.....my soulmate. I never knew anyone called Pranav. 

"Look...", ma began. "I know a Baba Ji who cures diseases like these. For God's sake...listen to me. Get married..."

"I don't have any disease, ma, and I won't marry anyone but him, come what may...why don't you understand???", I shouted.

"Enough now!!", dad growled from behind.

There was an eerie silence, except from the occasional sobs that came from ma.

"When will you learn to stop??? I have been trying to explain this to you since your school days, that you are treading on the wrong path. You are building up wrong ideas about yourself. You are a grown up now, when will you change??..Do you even realise what people speak of you, all thanks to these nonsense things you say and do??...do you realise what we go through because of you???"

"Did you ever realise, dad, what I had to go through all these years?? You didn't, and you never will......", my voice quivered.

I knew that there was no point in speaking to them. Nor did they have anything to say. I slowly left for my room, my own world.

Since then I've been trying to call Aryan. My parents don't let me go outside much since that day....not even to college, and this was the only way I could contact him. I felt suffocated. And more than that...I felt betrayed.......... by my family......my love.............and there was only one way to get out of all these.....to end the very source of all discontentment......the very body that had trapped my soul......the very body from which my soul seeked liberation......the very body that I hated.

I left him a text...

"I will finally put an end to everything. I will finally put an end to myself. I have been trapped, but I'll finally escape. Tomorrow. 3:30pm. Bridge."

"I will come.", came the reply........

(To be continued...)