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Suvreen was so engrossed in playing the guitar that she didn’t even notice the fighting. She was jolted out of her melodic trance. Tarun was on Bala, punching him hard. Bala was bleeding.
“Have you all gone mad? What’s happening? What are you two up to? We are here to sort out a problem. Not to create one!”
Tarun was still bashing Bala mercilessly.
“Bas kar yaar, maar hi dalega kya? (Stop it. Will you kill him?) What on earth would Ronja think?”
“Chup! Just shut up! I can’t write. Now, see what I can do.”
“Stop it Tarun! What are you talking about?” Suvreen tried to pacify them. But Tarun pushed Suvreen so hard that she lost her balance. Her forehead hit a rock. She was bleeding.
“Tarun stop…,” Suvreen said feebly.
“Tarun!” Ronja yelled. She rushed towards Suvreen.
Tarun stopped. Ronja sat with Suvreen on her lap. She was nursing her wound. Ronja was seething with rage. She burst like a gas canister.
“Ronja! Please help Bala!” Suvreen said.
“Bala are you alright? Get up!”
Ronja somehow freed blood-drenched Bala from Tarun’s clutches. He was senseless.
“Ronja, listen…” Tarun said.
“Ki shonabi tui? What are you going to say? How many more are you going to hurt? Who now, Suvreen or me? What happened? Speak!” Ronja was furious.
“Don’t utter my name! I knew it was you. I have tolerated all these for years. No more. You’ll never stop. You are that beast that ends up eating its own tail. What do you think of yourself? You are cunning, smart, badass. You can do anything! Kill a man and bury him slyly! You think you are that smart!”
“What are you saying?” Suvreen said, as she got up to help Bala.
“You know one shade of Tarun. Today, I will tell you about his sinister side, the monster in him. You all saw a glimpse of it…,” seethed Ronja.
“No, you won’t! Ronja, I am sorry. I lost it. I am sorry. Please!” Tarun was on Ronja’s feet, pleading for mercy.
“Move away! Don’t touch me! Yes, I will! And don’t you dare to stop me. You guys wanted to know about Saahir’s whereabouts, Right? Let me clear the clouds. Tarun, the gentleman, is mean, full of vices, anger and jealousy. He was always jealous of Saahir. I had warned Saahir but he was a man who trusted all. His trust cost him dearly.” Ronja’s voice was choking.
“Are you serious?”
“Yes, I am!”
Tarun was growling in anger by this time.
“You thought you could win the game by getting rid of him and take his place in my life! You never could.”
Tarun was about to leave angrily when Ronja held his hands and said, “Where are you fleeing? Scared to lose your image? You should be scared. You thought I didn’t know. No Sir, I did. I knew it was you who was poisoning Baba’s (daddy’s) ears about Saahir. Or else, how could you isolate him? My father had accepted our relationship, why would he oppose it, suddenly? You know what? You don’t deserve anybody. You are rotten….Ah! Leave me, it is hurting…”
Tarun yelled, “I have been listening for a long time. I was just being silent. I did not want to hurt you. I pleaded too. But no, you need to be stopped permanently.”
“Ah! Leave my hair!”
“Leave her, I said, leave." yelled Suvreen. "See, let her go. What are you doing? No! Tarun, don’t!”
A silver pocket knife stabbed Ronja’s stomach. She slumped in her pool of blood. The place was overwhelmed with silence and groaning cries of Ronja.
“Sorry guys! It’s now your turn. What can I do? You left me no choice. You know the truth, and are witnesses of Ronja’s tragic end. I love you all, seriously! But I can’t leave you with this image of mine. I am sorry again. Please forgive me!”
“No, no, please, please leave us. For heaven’s sake, please spare us! We won’t utter a word about what has happened here, Please! Bala! No, no, don’t do this. Tarun, you will never be forgiven by Him. No, Tarun…”
Ronja couldn’t hide the truth. Neither could she let her husband know about her falling in love with him for the last five years. Suvreen and Bala couldn’t escape his wrath at the Rose Villa, where the 'Pentagonals' rehearsed every evening and where 10 years ago, Saahir was buried alive. Ronja had been hiding her pain for few years to escape Tarun’s threat and torture. She had lost the ‘spring of her life’ in the dismal winters when she got the note that Shahid had left. She never thought that his departure would be so horrific or that she’d find out the truth till she witnessed the sinister side of Tarun. Six years after their marriage she fell in love with Tarun, again. They were in Mysore. Her quest for truth brought her from Mysore to Darjeeling, the house where Tarun was born. This was the place where he hid his dark deeds, his shameful secrets to rot. Tarun was not oblivious that all decay is followed by obnoxious odor. In Tarun’s case, the skeleton in the cupboards were his hidden diaries. How long the truth could be hidden? It spilled out one day.
Tarun. He was already sunk in the depths of shame and repentance. His anger was his death knell. His hands never stopped of smelling blood. How could he live this life? Could he really flee once again and start a new life? It was not a matter of one dead body to get rid of this time.
For him, the best option was death. He met his nemesis. In that lonely hill and house, no one visited till they heard a lady screaming.
Perhaps no one would visit until the foul smell was strong. In Darjeeling winter it would take a long time. It was a better option than to face death sentence and shame in the courts. This was most suited for Tarun.
The Pentagonal had reunited that night to commemorate their 10 years. However, None of them were left to celebrate their 11th.
There would be no reunions ever after.