'Mum's First Lover', Harshavardhan C [spiritual books to read txt] 📗

handed over me two covers. I opened them and found in one cover the intimation of life insurance policy of late Mr. Samarat to a tune of 500000 US dollars and the nominee was Master Rohit.

And then I saw the second cover. It was an invitation and surprisingly I came to know that one of the biggest cancer hospitals in my home town was named after my mum, late Mrs. Catherine, who died due to cancer. I read the invitation anxiciously. I was surprised to read the matter therein.

It contained my name in golden letters, earmarked to open the hospital and the date was also mentioned therein.

Then what shall be my feelings and emotions down to the earth woman, besides a typical housewife, a mother of one year and eight month’s boy, and a young widow of Dr. Samarat?

“Have I forgotten that I am your better half Samarat? Did I curse you to die? Am I a devil or nice to curse you? What a kind of heart is mine? Pardon me please Samarat” I couldn’t say a single word beyond except my heartfelt apologies to him.

I just wiped off tears in my eyes. I didn’t know how cum I experience such a great tragedy; as earlier even I feared to hear the news of the victims of the fatal road accidents, who died on the spot through media.

I feared that I couldn’t escape from my son, when he asks what about my relation with his dad? I was supposed to narrate to my son about my break up with his dad one day or the other. And later after parting with Mr. Samarat, whether I was happy or not? And what was my reaction towards the demise of his dad, whom he didn’t even know? Whether I wept or felt happy over the death of his dad?

And I feared whether he misunderstands me and treats me as a bad mum, which feeling I couldn’t even think of and then how to face it in real life. Then the future appeared to me rather gloomy. But any way the fact is fact and I was preparing myself to face whatever the pros and cons that I ought to face and it was time to decide.

And then my attention was drawn towards the diary of Mr. Samarat and I took the Diary out of curiosity. But, my dad snatched it from me.

“Please let me go through it dad” I almost begged him.

“No my child, I couldn’t see any more tears in your eyes”

“I am okay dad. I have already proved myself to be a stone hearted lady” I said as a philosopher.

“But if you read it now, you will not only hate me but also your mum too. Please don’t ask me again. But someday or the other I will certainly give it to you Rosaline”

“But when do you give me dad? And why are you hesitating to give now it dad?”

“Sure, I will definitely handover everything to you along with his dairy before I die my child” He said finally.

“Please don’t curse me dad. By saying so you paining me dad? You know that I am a quite unfortunate daughter in the world having lost my mum and my husband. If I miss you too means, it will not only be a curse on me but also there need not be any hell to be found out somewhere to punish me dad”

“Please don’t get disappointed Rosaline; and you have many duties and obligations to attend and perform”

“What remains for me dad? Why should I live? And what great is there for me to live?”

“No my child and never lose your heart. Please don’t forget that you have a son. You have to bring him up as freely as, unlike my brought up”

“Sorry dad, though you have provided me everything, but still I feel like living as an orphan” I just broke down.

“I am sorry and I just said as nobody is immortal, but not to hurt you my child. In fact you are my only hope; and I want you and my grandson should live happily forever” My dad concluded.

I then came out from my tragic flash back.

And now the diary of Mr. Samarat remained with me.

But I feared to open the diary. I was not daring enough to read it at once, as the last words of Mr. Anirudh, warned me time and again that whether Rohit was born to Mr. Johnson.

I was still thinking whether to read it or not. My heart beat increased. If I had to face any adverse therein, could I bear it? I was puzzling.

I then prayed God to turn my heart to hard rock to assimilate whatever was there in the diary.

And I prepared myself to face whatever might be the judgement and then I opened the diary of Mr. Samarat anxiously.

 

Chapter: 29

     “Who put cyanide in the bed coffee served to Miss. Jasmine?” On reaching home Mr. Anirudh questioned his daughter Miss. Honey.

She didn’t answer him.

“I repeat Honey, is it not the work of Rohit?” Honey was alarmed on hearing the name of Rohit from his dad.

“Sorry dad he is quite innocent”

“How can you certify that Rohit is not the killer?” He again questioned her seriously.

“I know him since kindergarten; and I certify that he is an innocent and a God fearing boy dad”

“Then who administered? If not Rohit, is it the servant maid?

“No, the servant maid is innocent and what is the necessity for her to kill Jasmine dad?” She replied him politely.

“Then how cum you certify? There are only three persons in our bungalow at the time of her death, i.e. the servant maid, you, and me Honey?” He stared questioning her again and again as an investigating officer.

She couldn’t answer him.

“I am asking you again Honey, who administered cyanide in the coffee served to Jasmine? Or otherwise shall I confirm and conclude my investigation that it might be the act of Rohit; and as the day one Rohit moving with you I have been observing him; and also in our confidential enquiry it is revealed that Rohit is a troubled boy and he is also suspected in the death of your classmate Peter” He put to her seriously.

“Is Peter’s death also murder dad?

“Yes of course, but still we are searching for some clues”

“What was the reason for Rohit to kill Peter dad?”

“May be because of jealously, as Peter wants to make friendship with you, Rohit felt badly and since then he nourished grouse against him. And he also warned him. But when Peter didn’t care him, Rohit might have planned intelligently and finished him by administering heavy dose of drug to him finally and unobtrusively”

“What! I can’t believe it dad” She was shocked to hear for the first time against a serious accusation against Rohit.

“But there is evidence of Rohit’s presence at Peter, when the latter was alive; and Rohit was the last man to leave him after confirmation of his death” Anirudh disclosed the findings of police investigation.

And then she couldn’t say anything either in support of Rohit or condemning him.

“So your silence makes me confirm Honey that Mr. Rohit is the real accused in the mysterious death of Jasmine also” Anirudh said firmly.

“Sorry dad, without proper evidence and proofs, please don’t brand him as an accused. I certify from the bottom of my heart that he is an innocent boy, but not a killer dad”

“Don’t show him extra loyalties, as if he is your fiancé. He is a bloody killer and you better keep yourself away from him” He warned her.

“Sorry dad” She said seriously as she was hurt.

“He is a seasoned criminal; and he is going to be arrested in a day or two; and why do you bother about him Honey?”

“I can’t relish any more accusations against my class mate and a good friend mine dad”

“If you are mad after friendship, better make friendship with the girls but not with the boys”

“Let me continue my friendship with Rohit dad”

“Shut up, why do you want boy friend at this age?”

“I don’t understand, why should I not make friendship with boys’ dad?”

“You have gone mad. I think it is better to swift you to girls high school at once”

“No dad, I will continue in this school only”

“Then, you better discontinue your studies and stay back at home”

“Sorry dad I want to pursue my studies”

“Then you shouldn’t meet him or talk to him. So also you shouldn’t interfere in the investigation of murder cases. And anyway Investigation is going in those cases and you better forget about the useless criminal and concentrate on your studies and prepare for the ensuing public exams”

“Sorry dad, please don’t come to wrong conclusions. He is not a criminal”

“How can you say that? You are not the investigating officer. Miss. Jasmine made out his involvement in the murder of Peter during the course her investigation.

And now he can’t escape from the murder of Miss. Jasmine also; and we have understood his criminal mind. We have strong suspicision on him as his vengeance knew no bounds in the previous incidents also. An evidently it is known that as Miss. Jasmine stood as barrier between you and that rascal, he has intelligently and most cunningly killed her”

“Sorry dad, he didn’t kill her”

“Then who put cyanide in the bed coffee?” He questioned her repeatedly.

“I don’t know dad” She said as usual.

It was about the same time Mr. Anirudh received a phone call from his senior officer. Immediately he called the servant made and asked her to stay with Honey in her room, till the cops came there; and he rang up to jurisdiction Police station and instructed the Inspector of police to interrogate Honey at home and write down her statement.

“I have no time Honey, I am going now as there is a serious law and order problem, and in the meantime if the police interrogate you please do cooperate, and speak out truth; and you need not fear them; nor they threat you as a criminal as you are a minor, and they just examine you as witness” Anirudh cajoled her and left his bungalow.

Honey in one way felt humiliated, but she felt so much relief as she could protect Rohit. Immediately she rang up to Rohit and informed him about her house arrest.

 

Chapter: 30

    I was reading the first page in the diary of my husband late Mr. Samarat. It contained three words, which were never and never spell out by any love or lover in this world, which were ‘hate me dear’, but they were quite meaningful words for me as a bad lover.

When once I understood their meaning, I couldn’t spell them again as freely as any alphabets in English.

If I had really a true lover in my life, the three beautiful words “I Love you” would have sounded me quite cheerful, but “Love me dear” remained for me as an abstract forever and paining me all through my life, as I never shared my true love with anybody nor did anybody truly loved me.

The one and the only philosophy of love I found out after my marriage with Mr. Samarat was that whosoever betrayed love had to pay back heavily in their life time only. And I was no exception to that.

In this universe women were cursed to be born as beautiful, and men were only blessed to enjoy them. As such women by and large succumb to bridegrooms, but in my case unfortunately the reverse had happened as the bridegrooms, Mr. Johnson and Mr. Samarat succumbed to me successively, perhaps it stood as one and the only example if not in the world certainly in