The Wedding Night

By Sanjay K. Goswami

The news headlines stated, " Company to face threat because of a ghost. Will the court room accept the statement of a ghost. Will a ghost get Justice?". Everything was going good, until that day. I knew that i was about to die and had an option to step back. But I accepted the Death because I was going to be killed by my Crush. I went to my Crushes wedding and I was killed there. But Will i ever get Justice for my friend's death who died in front of me.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Pencil
• Release date: Mar 12, 2021
• ISBN: 9789354380105

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culture.

Prolouge

Sorry, Mr. Raj Malhotra, but we would be unable to publish your book, Mr. Raghav said.

But why? I asked.

It doesn’t meet our criteria, Mr. Raghav replied from the other side of the phone and disconnected the phone.

This was my twelfth rejection of my first book and now I couldn’t see any way out of the problem I was in. I felt that my previous life was good and it was less suffering than this one.

Approximately one year back, we had a website. I mean me and my friend, Rudra. He managed all the coding stuff of the website and I used to write creative blogs for the site. We had a high number of audiences and they were keen to read our weekly blog. Everything was going well until Rudra asked for the share. We were doing it on a 50-50 basis for the last two years, but now he asked me to increase it for him.

He said that a website was nothing without a coder and he can easily find a writer better than me for his website. So I left my writing job and started working on my first book.

It was hard to write a book with an empty pocket, so to save money I had to shift to a house of lower rent. It was just one room to live in and that too with the awful condition of the washroom and the roof was like just about to fall, for which I had to pay Rs 1000 per month. But I had to adjust to it until my first book gave me some money. In my toughest time, I even had to sell my laptop to get some money for food. Then I got a job in a local newspaper, but I wasn’t that happy with my job as it asked me to copy write NEWS articles on the website, and I loved to create my own. But I had to do it to support my financial condition.

Finally, somehow I completed my first book. I searched publishers who could publish my book, who asked me to pay the hefty amount to publish a book. But I was in search that could do it for me on a sharing basis. My friend, in the company, Vidya suggested a list of publishers of my requirements. And this one was the twelfth rejection.

Did he agree? Vidya asked me as I entered the office.

I shook my head and moved ahead, without making eye contact.

Don’t worry. I found another one. Try this one. She said smiling.

I can’t try anymore. I am tired of all these rejections, I replied.

It’s okay. I believe in you. You will get success one day, just don’t lose hope, she said holding my hand.

But when will that day come, I asked in a broken voice.

Raj, you need a break. Let’s go out somewhere, she said.

Sorry, tight budget.

Don’t worry. You will just give me a treat of ‘GOLGAPPAS’.

Did I say so? I looked at her.

Yes

When

She looked in my eyes and said, In my dreams.

I smiled.

You are crazy Vidya, I said.

We took a half-day from the office and went out.

*         *         *         *         *         

 We both went to the ‘GOLGAPPA’ stall and ordered a one-one plate. As we were eating the ‘GOLGAPPA’, I saw a man in a black dress, with a black hoody, was hiding behind a tree and was looking in the same direction as we were in.

Vidya, do you see that person hiding behind that tree, I raised concern.

But Vidya was busy with her GOLGAPPAs, Shut up Raj, I don’t want anyone disturbing me when I am eating, especially these GOLGAPPAs, the GOLGAPPA fan replied.

And don’t worry, there is no-one there, she added.

Okay, I replied and continued with my golgappas.

We paid the money and started a walk till her house...

Vidya held my hand and neither of us spoke a single word. It was just like a perfect romantic scene of one of the super hit romantic movie, in which we both were in the lead role. To every romantic scene, there is an interrupter and there was one. I frequently turned back, as I felt someone was following us, but every time there was no one. But this time when I turned, there was the same man in the black hoody standing behind us.

What happened? Vidya asked seeing me turn frequently.

 You see that person in black. He is following us for a long time, I replied.

What are you saying? There is no one there, she replied.

Vidya that person is following us for a long time. Can’t u see? I said.

 Raj, relax. It’s all your imagination. You need a break. Relax, let’s go now, she said and pulled my hand and we moved ahead. But my mind didn’t. it frequently popped this question, why was Vidya not able to see her? 

*         *         *         *         *         *

A few weeks later, my book had its thirteenth rejection, and this time, it broke me from inside.

I was walking in the streets that night and I saw a bonfire lit up by a man in the black hoody, who was standing next to it and feeling the warmth of the fire. I was fired up with the rejection, and seeing the bonfire, only one thought came in my mind. My heart disagreed with it but I had to do it. I threw the book into the fire and ran at my highest speed.

Running away from your failure, The man shouted.

I stopped.

Running away from your dreams, he added.

I turned and said, Rejected 13 times, I don’t have the courage anymore. I sold my laptop; I left my job for this. But what did this Gave me, Failure.

 That’s the problem, you wrote it for earning money, not for yourself satisfaction. Writing is an art, not a way to earn money, the man said.

I realized my mistake.

You wrote the book for earning money, that’s why it didn’t even, touched the heart of the publisher, he added.

But I don’t have any story in my mind, I said

Do you remember the famous case of 5 murders, in which it is said that the soul of one of the victims came into the courtroom to demand justice?

Yes but its all fake. The NEWS channels created that case for their T.R.P.

It’s real.

How do you know?

The man pointed an extra seat near the bonfire and said, If you have time.

I sat with him.

I know all this as I was the part of this case, he said, Law needs proof, and that day the proof was given by a soul of one of the victims.

Kindly explain, I said as I gained interest in the story.

It’s not easy to prove a founder of a topmost company to be a killer. The same happened that day. Everything was planned. Rahul Kumar killed 5 people on his wedding night and that was not easy to prove. Even the lawyer was killed during that case. The finally the spirit of one of the victims came to demand justice. And everything happened in front of my eyes.

Can you please tell from starting? I got interested in the case

Chapter 1

I was in my school time when this story started. I had a very selective friend circle. Oh! Sorry, it could only be said a friend squarely. My friend square had Vaishak, Rahul, and Dharam. Vaishak and Rahul had a dream of doing a big start-up, while Dharam wanted to be a NEWS reporter.

 One day we were talking when I asked Dharam.

Dharam, how come you do all the homework and assignments on time?

Brother, you don’t know but in my previous school, my mother was my class teacher for one year and subject teacher for two years, he replied.

What? we all said together.

Yes.

So you had your PTM daily, I said.

Sort of, he replied.

I can’t even imagine having the PTM daily, Vaishak said.

Yes, we can’t handle once in four months. Rahul prompted.

If we don’t do our homework or assignment we get another chance but, you… I said.

Can’t even think of.

I have my sympathy with your brother.

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It was the admission season in our school. Every person entering was like a man of God for us who gave us 5 minutes break from studies, and I keenly waited for the door to be knocked, I wasn’t a bright student that’s why. Our school had its normal morning assembly only on Mondays