Saturday, July 24, 2021
This story will scare the shit out of you. I will post the story in two parts to create a suspense element. After reading the part-1, tell me in the comments section if you can guess the suspense element of the story. I might reward you with some crypto for guessing the correct ending:)
Part-1
It’s Friday night, Sara has just gotten off a call with a client from Amsterdam and is already into the weekend mode. Her friends are waiting for her at a Bandra cafe to get drunk and criticise their ill-mannered boyfriends, dumb bosses and the corrupt government. Sara is the only girl of her parents, or a spoiled brat we can say. You can picture the smooth oval of Sara’s face, her dark black curly hair giving a stark contrast to her fair skin, her neatly pinned chignon, wearing a shirtwaist with a small rounded collar, in a sober color - navy blue, although she looks stunning but it looks less like something she’d chosen to put on than like something she’d been locked up in. Sara has been planning about this meetup with her friends since the last week and is really excited about it.
She is 25 years old and is the Marketing head of a multi national company in Malad. There’s no doubt about the talent she possess, her marketing strategies helped the firm book a profit of around half a million in the last quarter. She drives a BMW 7 series and lives alone in a bungalow which can accommodate 3 families easily. If there’s something called excessive money, then she has it all!
It’s 9:00 pm and she has just left from her office in Malad for the Bandra cafe. Going for a party tonight was probably not the best idea, it’s overcast and looks like the clouds can burst any moment. And you know the bad reputation of Mumbai roads when it rains. However, the sound of the raindrops pattering on the window panes were fascinating Sara. But as time passed and she was moving closer towards her destination, it started raining cats and dogs. IMD was not wrong with their prediction this time. The pounding rain on the roof sounded like the roof is about to cave in, such was the intensity with which the raindrops were falling. Sara was now a bit scared. The raindrops that were fascinating her moments ago, now felt like bullets. It seems like she was driving in a war zone and instead of bullets and bombs, it was the raindrops and hails that were trying to take her life. Her concentration dropped to 50% when her iPhone started ringing. At a time when she should have full concentration on the road and not be distracted by the phone call, she chose to receive the phone, and it was Sushmita on the phone line. Sushmita is her best friend, they graduated from the same college, went to the same school and were neighbours too.
“Saaraaa, Where are you????“, shouted Sushmita on the phone.
“It’s raining like CRAZY Sush, I’ll be there in half an hour”, muttered Sara.
“OKKKKAAAYY, just try to be Narain Karthikeyan for the night and please bring a sweet!”
“Now can you hang up please, otherwise I might hurt my BMW”, shouted Sara.
It seems like BMW and iPhone are best friends, because the moment she hung up the call, he car hung up on her too. Apparently she became a victim of Hydroplaning. Hydroplaning happens when the tires of the vehicle begin to ride on top of standing water instead of the surface of the road. It’s half past 9, the vehicle is broken, there are no Ubers, no Olas available because of the heavy rain. Luckily, she was standing helpless right in front of the Borivali station.
“Alas! When nothing helps, go to the Mumbai Locals”, flashed through her mind.
“Is it safe to travel alone at this time?“
“Are the trains even running?“
“Should she leave her car here?“,
were some of the questions she was seeking answers to.
“Cut it short, let’s do it!”, and she went ahead towards the station.
She was just in time, the last local was about to depart, luckily the compartment she entered into had three passengers sitting together and one of them was a middle aged girl. She stepped into the compartment and found herself a comfortable spot opposite to the three passengers. But nothing in life is easy, life is full of complexities. Enters the compartment a man in his 40’s, dark skin, wearing black trousers and a loose reddish shirt. There was a ring in each of his finger, was wearing a gold chain, and looked like he was going home after a hard day at work! He had a strong build and heavy on the muscle side. Sara looked at him and her first instinct was, - “He could be a bouncer easily”.The scary man went straight in and sat besides Sara, making her uncomfortable.
End of Part - 1
Don’t miss out the next part which releases on next Saturday. This is my first shot at a fictional story, let me know if you have any suggestions or find something that can be improved.
See you next Saturday, until then have a great weekend :)
Cheers!
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