But She Didn't Come

By Deepak Gupta

Rashi, an intelligent and sensible girl in her mid-twenties, had been living in North Goa since birth. Being a real glass sucker and chain smoker, she was always one step ahead of teen life but shattering her adult life with over maturity and protectiveness. Living near to those exotic beaches, she had no interest in gazing at the incessant sea, the kissing couples and palm trees but when she met a near-perfect dazzling girl Nikita, with a queer plan, her life got upended with the unanticipated affairs. As the tale moves ahead, unfamiliar people make appearances with new expectations, stories, and demands.

But She Didn't Come isn't the story of love but a pole apart anecdotes of four shattered people who were lost in their own dreams of love & life.

The Gist of Goa

If someone asks us where we should go to relish our life, we may suggest Goa, the land of utmost freedom, and Bangkok, the cherry of Thailand, but man, Goa has some high-spirited feel to get rolled into the vibes of the sea and absorb it as an eternal party destination. We know people recognize Goa for pubs, bikini girls, and the perpetual exultation of beaches. You can reach Goa and you will never come back with a tedious mind. When people choose to sleep at their home, the honest-to-goodness parties start in the pubs and bars of Goa. You may see people dancing, holding beer cans, looking divergent and crossing every limit to find the amusement of life. Humans are bizarre, they can dance everywhere, open or closed sky, and nothing matters to them until they get what they want. Shack parties on empty beaches, bars flooded with couples, and some strangely lured people looking for life, exploring the sea at every best place and the shore of the sea. Goa is an exceptional & glamorous tourist place to explore love, life, beaches and monotonous shots of vodka, wine, cocktails, or maybe juices for some authoritarian people.

BONUS

Love happens in a moment, and it develops severely every moment. Moment after moment, we want to escape, fight over it, but never run away. With passing time, it becomes strong to possess our soul and never fade away in our hearts. How hard we try, we can't escape, and whatever we tell people, the memories always come in front of our eyes. Love is the strongest memory of true hearts, and that's why it is rare but irresistible too.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Inspirational Publishing
• Release date: Jul 2, 2021
• ISBN: 9798201856922

Deepak Gupta

Dr. Deepak Gupta is an Assistant Professor in the Department of Computer Science and Engineering at Maharaja Agrasen Institute of Technology, Guru Gobind Singh Indraprastha University, India. He obtained his PhD from Dr. APJ Abdul Kalam Technical University. He is a post doc research fellow in the Internet of Things research lab at Inatel, Brazil. He has been guest editor for 10 special journal issues, including ASoC (Elsevier), NCAA (Springer), Sensors (MPDI) and CAEE (Elsevier). He is Editor-in-Chief of OA Journal - Computers and Associate Editor of Journal of Computational and Theoretical Nanoscience.

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BUT SHE

DIDN’T COME

DEEPAK GUPTA

Copyright © Deepak Gupta 2021

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This book is entirely a work of fiction. The names, characters, and incidents portrayed in it are the product of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to an actual person, living or dead, or events or localities is entirely coincidental. Also, this book doesn’t encourage any kind of smoking, alcoholic or intoxicating substances.

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Contents

1.  Title Page

2.   Copyright © Deepak Gupta 2021

3.   Contents

4.  Prologue

5.   Chapter 1

6.   Chapter 2

7.   Chapter 3

8.   Chapter 4

9.   Chapter 5

10. Chapter 6

11. Chapter 7

12. Chapter 8

13. About the Author

Prologue

‘H ey Mr. Stay away from me,’ yelled Rashi at a stranger. ‘I'm an independent girl, and I know what men think all the time, what’s in their minds, so can you just stay away with your sorry face?’ She cursed, pushed the stranger with the entire force. 

If someone asks us where we should go to relish our life, we may suggest Goa, the land of utmost freedom, and Bangkok, the cherry of Thailand, but man, Goa has some high-spirited feel to get rolled into the vibes of the sea and to absorb it as an eternal party destination. We know people recognize Goa for pubs, bikini girls, and the perpetual exultation of beaches. You can reach Goa and you will never come back with a tedious mind. Rashi, who enjoys every sip of any drink in her everyday life, was in one of the open bars just in a queue at Candolim beach in Goa. When people choose to sleep at their home, honest-to-goodness parties start in the pubs and bars of Goa. You may see people dancing, holding beer cans, looking divergent and crossing every limit to find the amusement of life. Humans are bizarre, they can dance everywhere, open, or close sky, and nothing matters to them until they get what they want. Shack parties on empty beaches, bars flooded with couples, and some strangely lured people looking for life, exploring the sea at every best place and the shore of the sea. Goa is an exceptional & glamorous tourist place to explore love, life, beaches, and monotonous shots of vodka, wine, cocktails, or maybe juices for some authoritarian people but Rashi had no stage play with Goa. She had no engrossment in going near men and asking for what they had to offer. Men, these men, make friends, forget, and make friends again. She had been living in North Goa since birth. Living near to those exotic beaches, she had no interest in gazing at the incessant sea, the kissing couples or palm trees. As compared to teen life, she was always one step ahead but shattering her adult life with over maturity and protectiveness or maybe she was flawlessly mature. 

Rashi was stiffly drunk like, she had consumed an end number of wine glasses, and somewhat unconscious to make her hand steady. Apart from mid-age wine, she loved vodka but that was such an expensive deal for her, and to swallow an end number of bottles like an authentic drunker. She wanted a lot of bottles, and that should be inexpensive. To be a real glass sucker, she came to open pubs every day and spent backbreaking money on her meritless addiction. We think she had crossed the border of addiction. 

‘Take the money and come with me little girl,’ ordered the stranger with a contrived flying kiss. ‘Hey girl, don't say you are wandering here at one midnight, hand-picking flowers for your punk boyfriend.’ The man ticked his tongue, as he meant it soberly. 

‘You piece of crap, she astonished sarcastically. ‘Really?’ she beamed after. ‘What do you think of yourself? My parents to order me to stay at home?’ 

‘You whore, I have money and you want it severely. Girls want it. What do you think about me, lady? A businessman? Oh, come one, tell me!’ 

‘Ha.ha.ha. do you think, you are capable to depict my character?’ She grinned. I think you need a psychologist and then a mental hospital. From the last few minutes, something just rolled in my tongue; I think your face is the deserving one to spit on; she cackled ingeniously, brush aside, and gulped one little wine shot in one go. 

Goa has bars, and pubs like we have Golgappa vendors on the street & it tempts people like a whirling, stark-naked girl. To resist it, someone needs a substantial deal of control and courage. Even anyone can effortlessly get his hands-on wine before crystal water. The sun has beaches where we can roll over, play with sand to become artists, and experience sleep with beers in our snug fists. Except for coconut water and beer, all things are high-priced to drill anyone’s pocket at once.

‘You are a slut and whore,’ howled a stranger. ‘You are a slut and whore, remember that.’ 

‘Really?’ she said, eyeballs bulged, and instantaneously kicked in his pair of balls. ‘You better find some other girl who can fit in your money box. You may be better with words, but I'm better with my brawny legs.’

She was seated in an open bar, having end numbers of wine bottles parallel to her. People stared at those bottles every day because some of them were exorbitant, and she could not afford to have a square cap of it because she was just a freelancer with less curiosity. She had the work to assist people with any kind of problems. She was ingenious and quick-witted. Like if she worked for some, she would become rich in a short stretch, but the alcoholic mind-frame made her a little dizzy with her mind. Stupid people say a lot about her character because she was an alcoholic with no curiosity to do anything great in her life. 

The street lights were dingy and flickering to depict the unusual late night. Nothing was twinkling in the sky. The loss of speech was telling her to move, but someone just messed with her soul and offered money to thought her as a prostitute or some escort. Whatever! Even if she was a prostitute, she had the right to say no anytime. That strange man was looking muscular, but his character was feeble in front of a lady to get a bed shared with him for a few hours.

‘You both go somewhere else,’ ordered the bar owner. ‘It's time to close and I’m not in the mood to invite any trouble. The Goa still has certain rules.’ ‘And hey Mr, he said,’ pointed finger at the stranger, ‘stop