The Illicit Love

It Was a Lazy Holiday Morning. I Was Drinking News Headlines With Tea. There Was a Story On Crime Page Which Grabbed My Attention. It Was a Story From My Own Locality. I Live In a Metropolitan City and I am Well Connected, That’s Why I Get Informations about My Neighborhood from The News. A Big City Is a Place Where Everyone Is alone. There are So Many Humans Here That No Humanity Is Left . Just Crowd. Nothing Else.

Anyway I Was Really Shocked After Reading That News Story. It Was About Rehan.

Mother and Son Caught Red Handed, Father Kill Both and Shoot Himself. Wtf Is Going On. What Was That. Only Few Details Were Mentioned. Few Police Statements and Nothing Else. It Was That Masala Story Which Helps Newspapers To Survive.

I Decided To Collect Information about This Myself. I Can’t Believe That This Can Happen In My Locality. It’s Incestuous. It’s Inhumane. Humanity Is Dead and God Is Dead,Blah Blah.

I talked To My Mother and Aunties Of The Neighborhood. These Aunties Were The Main Source Of Secret Information Of Social Circle Before Facebook. Gossips and Those Things You Know.

It Was On The Crime Page of The Newspaper But It Was Indeed a Love Story.

I Knew Rehan. He Was Maybe Seventeen Or Eighteen Probably. He Was a Handsome But Naive Guy. He Always Keep a Smile On His Face. Nobody Had Ever Listened Him Speaking Loudly. He Was So Much Introverted and Naive That He Don’t ask For Food In His Own House Even When He Was Hungry.

He Used To Wear Whatever His Father Gave Him. He Have Only Two Pairs Of Pant Shirts Other then School Uniform. He Don’t Even Have a Mobile Phone. He Was Born In The Twenty First Century But He Was Million Miles away From The Morden Porn Era. He Was ‘ Allah’s Cow’.

I Oftentimes Thought That How He Will Survive In This Venomous World.

He Used To Live With His Father. His Sister Was Already Married. Both Father and Son Were alike.

Rehan’s Father Owned a Garment Shop and He Was a Five Times Namazi. He Used To Pray Five Times a Day. Nobody Had Ever Seen Him Without The Skull Cap. He Even Sit To Urinate. He Was also Very Soft Spoken. He Oftentimes Play With Small Children of The Locality although He Was Forty. He Was a Real Gentleman and His Words Have a Special Value In Our Locality.

He Was First Married When He Was Ninteen Only. His Wife Was Sixteen. She Died After One Year Giving Birth To Her Daughter i.e. Rehan’s Stepsister. Then He Remarried When He Was Twenty Three. Rehan Was Born Out of This Marriage. Rehan’s Mother also Died Few Years ago.

Rehan Was Weak In Maths So He Used To Take Tuitions For It.

Rihanna Was His Tutor. She Was Twenty Two and Was Beautiful. Not Too Much But She Had Those Gloomy Eyes and Everyone In The Locality Had an Eye On Her. She Used To Live With Her Widowed Mother.

Rehan’s Best Friend Told Me That Rehan Really Like Rihanna. He Used To Write There Names On Last pages Of His Notebooks. Rehan – Rihanna. He also Told That Even Rihanna Used To Like Him also. They Spend Hours and Hours Talking With Each Other. She Was The Only One To Which Rehan ‘Talks’ In The Real Sense Of The Word.

Rehan and Rihanna

They Both Looked Good Together. Rihanna’s Dead Abbu Was a Good Friend Of Rehan’s Father. Rehan’s Father Had Promised Him That He Would Take Care Of His Family After His Demise. Rihanna’s Abbu Was Martyred In Kargil War.

One Day Rihanna’s Mother Died Suddenly. Rihanna Was Alone. An Alone Girl In The Porn Era. The Lusty Eyes Were Hungry. Even The Maulvi Of The Mosque Were Trying To Woo Her. My Mother Used To Help Her. She Oftentimes Come To Our House asking For Sugar Or Other Household Things.

Oneday She Got Married. I Was Out Of Town That Day. She Was Married To Rehan’s Father. Every Aunty Of The Neighborhood Was Shocked But My Mother Wasn’t. She Knew That It Will Happen. Rehan Was Young and Naive and His Father Wanted To Protect Rihanna anyhow Because Of His Promise To His Martyred Friend.

Days Were Converting Into Weeks and Weeks Into Months. Twelve Months Finally Converted Into a Year. Nobody Knew That When Rihanna and Rehan Came Close To Each other. They Love To Talk With Each other and now They Had Whole Day For That and They Both Were Young.

Eventually They Both Fell In Deep Love. It Was Visible . Rihanna Used To Sleep With Rehan’s Father While She Had already Given Her Heart To Rehan. She Was Physically Wife Of Rehan’s Father and Spiritually She Was Rehan’s Wife. They Became Two Bodies and One Soul. They Were Indeed Soulmate. However In The Eyes Of The World It Was Prohibited Because Technically Rihanna Was Mother Of Rehan.

Nobody Knew When That Weak Moment Came and They Came Closer Even Physically. It’s The Ultimate Stage Of Love Which Do Not See any Boundaries. When Souls Become One For How Long Bodies Could Remain Separated. It Wasn’t Lust, It Was Love. Pure, Spiritual Love. I am Sure Of That.

Very Soon It Became Normal. Rihanna Was Chirping Like a Bird In The Courtyard Of That House. Rehan Was Free. He Was Transforming Into a Different Person altogether. He Wasn’t That Shy Guy anymore. Infact He Had Borrowed Some Money From Me To Buy a Mobile Phone.

One Afternoon Maybe They Were Indulging In The Beautiful Act Of Love Making. Completely Innocent Naked Love. No Veils, Nothing. Suddenly Out Of Nowhere, Rehan’s Father Came Home. He Saw This. Nobody Uttered a Single Word.

Rehan’s Father Silently Went To The Kitchen. Open a Secret Almirah. Take Out His Gun and Shoot Rihanna First and Then Rehan. A Few Tears Were Making Way From His Eyes To His Chin Via His Cheeks. Blood Was Making Way From The Heart Of Rehan To The Floor. It Was Mixing With Blood Of Rihanna’s Heart.

One More Bullet Fired and Blood Was Making it’s Way From The Head Of Rehan’s Father To The Floor. It Was Mixing With The Blood Of Rehan and Rihanna’s Hearts. Finally There Were Niether Souls and Mind Nor The Hearts.

I Got The FIR Copy. It Was Mentioned as an Honour Crime. Rehan and Rihanna Were Charged For Adultery and Incest While Rehan’s Father Was Charged For Murder.

As Both The Accused and Victims Were Dead,The Case Was Closed. But There Were Few Things Which are Missing Both From The News Story and The FIR.

The Love Of Rehan and Rihanna Was Missing. The Feeling Of Rehan’s Father When He Got To Knew That He Was Cheated By His Own Son Was Missing.

I am Still Confused. Who Is The Real Accused. The Naive Religious Gentleman Father,Who Can’t Withstand the Fact That His Son Was Sleeping With The Same Woman With Whom He Have Physical Relationship. In His Eyes It Was Sin. He Felt Cheated.

However Today’s Porn Generation Who Grew Up Watching Pornhub Dot Com It Could Be Normal. The Stepmom and Son Porn Is Common for Them But For a Man Of Honour, It’s Painful. It’s Like Death. He Loved His Son and He Cried after Killing Him. He Loved His Values That’s Why He Killed Himself.

Is Rehan and Rihanna’s Love Was The Culprit. Pure Love Can’t Be Culprit. They Don’t Have any Control Over Their Lives. They Loved Each Other and It Was Pure Because They Both Have Pure Minds. The Sexual Act Was Just an Expression Of That.

I Think It Was A Mistake Of Destiny. Life Is a Web Of Relationships and Sometimes It Becomes Really Complex. Nobody Can’t Say That Who Is Morally Right Or Wrong. Because Morality Is an abstract Idea Created By Human Beings But Love Is Natural and Created By God.

The Idea Of Romance Is Quite New and Basically a Propoganda. But Love Is as Old as Human Consciousness. It’s a State Of Being. Not Every Love Story Starts On Facebook and Become Young In The Car On Valentine’s Night. Not Every Love Story Begin In The Bar,Reaches It’s Peak In Hotel Rooms and ended In Courts. Some Love Stories Have Blood In Them. Not all Love Stories are Romantic and Bright, Some are Dark ,Very Dark,Very Much Dark.

Some Love Stories Have Blood In Them