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The Triumph of Love: A tense but Happy Tale

An Air Warrior and devotee of Lord Krishna has published over 120 short stories and 15 books on fiction and 4 on military history.


The wait

A girl, not yet 20 awaits on a desolate bridge with rain falling all around. It’s a wooden one built 75 years ago by the Maharajah. It still survives. Each raindrop falling from the sky into the troubled water, echoing in darkness the sound of the Jhelum makes her think. This is the river that flows close to the city. She waits in the cold. She knows, he is on his way. She is sure that he will be safe, but she can’t help feeling anxious.

The terrorists can come at any time. She waits, counting the minutes in her head. She is Nasreen, a girl in love with an army officer. She awaits him even as the rain lashes all around. Will he come? Do you leave everything your village, family, and clan to be with a man you love and maybe go away with him? The die is cast and there is no going back.

The longer she waits, the rain becomes more aggressive and the icy wind bites her cheeks, her hands, and through her clothes. Her teeth chatter and her whole body trembles, as coldness envelopes her. But she is going to stay and wait as she has wagered her entire life for this moment. She waits anxiously and closes her eyes allowing the rainwater to fall on her face.

She is now alert as she hears the footsteps of someone crossing the wooden bridge. He is wearing boots and so she can hear him. Yes, someone is crossing it. Soon she hears footsteps next to her, whoever it is, now getting closer to her and she still keeps her eyes shut. She’s apprehensive, with faint traces of terror. She’s hoping that once she opens her eyes she will see her lover. If not it would be the end for her and also of her love. She fears the terrorists who had warned her never to leave our house for fear of death. She remembers the two men who had come and told her mother that they would kill her if she went out of the house but they were the bad man because they had molested her elder sister and she hated them. She had confessed to her mother who had told her to go and even given a piece of bread to eat on the way.

The tryst

She hears a voice,” I have come.”

She opens her eyes and tries to focus on the sound of his voice. She can recognize him from his voice, his words. “Look at me.” The voice says. It’s a muffled sound with the rain beating all around. Her heart is all aflutter and she wants to respond but remains silent. The rain starts to slow down, she looks at the sky and knows it will rain more.

“I love you.” The words reach her, she wants to answer but her eyes are filled with tears. The man says, “I have come to take you away.” She hears the words and finally brings her head around to meet his eyes. What she sees is nothing but sincerity in them. He is tall, handsome, and a member of the security forces. A Major and carries an automatic rifle.

“I am waiting,” she says, “ I am scared.” His jaw tenses. He knows she is right. The distance closes between them and as both take a step forward she is enveloped in arms and his coat. As his arms encircle her, she feels a degree of warmth and the chattering of her teeth stop. His arms engulf her and they stay locked until the man says, “ We must go, we are running out of time.”

She nods her head in response, but spontaneously she gives a soft kiss on his lips. They were both wet from the rain but the temperature between the two rises.

“What time is it?” he asks.

“Sunset, it’s getting dark”

She kisses him once again and this time it is longer. Joined almost like a famished girl, hungry for more. In between, she whispers, “I will go with you.”

They continue to kiss, the rainwater falling partly into their mouths. “Your people will accept me?” she asks. After asking, she breaks from the kiss and looks him in the eye.

He nods his head. But he remembers the military order which has been issued which clearly forbid any man in uniform from fraternizing with a local girl. It goes on to warn of disciplinary action. He realizes he was going to face it and hoped his CO would be reasonable

They both walk away. ‘We will be safe,’ she tries to convince herself. I know he will do the right thing. Terrorism, she hates the word. All she wants is to love this man and bear his children. What a romantic way they had met when she was milking the cow and he had come with a jug as he needed milk in the Camp.


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The rain has stopped by the time they reach a farmhouse just a furlong away. There is a jeep parked there. The rain has again begun and he whispers softly, “just wait, I will open the door and light the hearth; we will need it.” As he goes in she stays outside. Why didn’t she go in with him? It had become dark now and the rain has stopped and the moon has appeared. She notices the moon’s reflected light illuminating a single rose. It is strange that there is only a single rose but she moves closer to pick it.

She picks up the flower. Yes, it is magical, a single rose and she feels it personifies her love for him. It will be a token of her love and the road to freedom and liberty.

She carries the rose with her and enters inside. She is all wet now. The constant cold and fear have frozen her heart and she wonders if she should have never left.

Inside she rushes to her man and he envelopes her in his arms and says," you are wet, absolutely wet, take off your clothes."

She’s never done this before another man but you’re in the room totally wet, shivering and a fire burning in the hearth, and big stakes are involved.

“We will have a rest here and then we will go at 10.” He says. Yes, she is hesitant to undress there is only the firelight otherwise total darkness and his hands do the rest.

He divests her of her clothes and brings her closer to the burning fire. What follows is hedonistic love something that looks pristine like a hot sophomoric delight. Her gasp is muted as it thunders outside and lightning striking a tree a distance away. It is over and he whispers, “There is no time to lose we have to go right now.” He’s thoughtful and he has kept a spare set of clothes in this farmhouse; what planning she thought as she dresses, no longer shy before him.

Snow and ice cover the roads and the trees. She can hear the wind as they move forward. He whispers, “I promised you, I would take you away.”

She no longer feels cold. She closes her eyes, the rose still in her hand.

They drive away in the darkness and the headlights of the jeep are dimmed but he makes good progress in the four-wheel-drive and then whispers,” we are close to the camp.”

Maybe he said it a little too early. Two men emerge from the bushes. One of them shouts, "major we know you have come and Nasreen is with you, we can’t see her in the darkness but hand her over to us and we will let you go.”

She wonders what he’s going to do. He does not reply but fires a burst, catching the two men by surprise. There is no sound and she can see both of them fall in the snow.

The Major drives further and whispers,” there is a signboard of the camp. We have reached; now we go straight to the CO.”

“What would he do?”

“Oh, nothing but he’s going to do one thing.”

“ What is that?”

“He’s going to send me on a transfer away from here, to a base, a thousand miles away. You see my love, he knows I am coming with you.

She catches his hands, feeling secure and safe that things have worked out well.


MG Singh emge (author) from Singapore on August 16, 2021:

Umesh, welcome comment.

MG Singh emge (author) from Singapore on August 16, 2021:

Thank you, Chitra, nice you commented.

Chitrangada Sharan from New Delhi, India on August 16, 2021:

Nice and gripping story, and I love happy endings!

Thank you for sharing!

Umesh Chandra Bhatt from Kharghar, Navi Mumbai, India on August 16, 2021:

Very fresh and enthralling one. Nice.

MG Singh emge (author) from Singapore on August 16, 2021:

Thank you, Swati for commenting

Swati Sharma from India on August 16, 2021:

A beautiful explanation by the author, thank you for sharing it.

MG Singh emge (author) from Singapore on August 15, 2021:

Peggy, thank you for sparing time and commenting.

Peggy Woods from Houston, Texas on August 15, 2021:

This was a tense tale and one that captivated my attention from the start. Good job!

MG Singh emge (author) from Singapore on August 15, 2021:

Dreamer Meg, sweet of you to have commented.

MG Singh emge (author) from Singapore on August 15, 2021:

Thank you, John, it's always a pleasure to read your comment.

MG Singh emge (author) from Singapore on August 15, 2021:

Thank you, Bill, it's great to read your comment.

DreamerMeg from Northern Ireland on August 15, 2021:

Great story. Really enjoyed that. Your description of of how Nasreen felt waiting and waiting kept me on tenterhooks.

John Hansen from Gondwana Land on August 15, 2021:

A captivating story MG. You had me hooked. Well done.

Bill Holland from Olympia, WA on August 15, 2021:

I always concentrate on the first few paragraphs of any story I am reading. Did the writer hook me early on? Is the mood of the story obvious from the beginning? Do I have a reason to continue? The answer was yes to all three questions with this one. Excellent job!

MG Singh emge (author) from Singapore on August 15, 2021:

Manatitaji, Your comment is so relevant and full of kind words and wisdom. You have encompassed in a paragraph the greatness of India. This shows you as a great man above an ordinary mortal. Jai sri Krishna ! janamasthami is approaching and its a time of great happiness. Yes sir , I read yoiur article and poem and I wonder if I deserve it.

MG Singh emge (author) from Singapore on August 15, 2021:

Pamela, thank you for reading and commenting. Your comment is so encouraging.

Pamela Oglesby from Sunny Florida on August 15, 2021:

I really enjoyed reading your story, MG, It is a beautiful love story with a happy ending. Well done.

Happy Indian Independence Day!

manatita44 from london on August 15, 2021:

Can't find your email address: Happy Indian Independence Day!

Namaskar, my Esteemed Bhaia ji's, Didi Ji's.

May the vastness-Heart of Bharat Mata, continue to feed and nourish your Spirits, may you ever ascend to the transcendental abode of the Absolute Supreme.

Let us celebrate the Spirit of Mother India, her Rishis, Seers, Yogi's, Satguru's, Swami's ... Avatars: Sri Ram, Sri Krisha, Sri Chaitanya, Sri Ramakrishna ...her sons and daughters of Light: Meera, Anandamayi Ma and others. Her Spirit of resilience and fortitude, her sacrifice: Netaji, Gandhi, Bhagat Singh, the God-man Sri Aurobindo and others.

Jai to your culture, so woven in the wisdom of the Ancients, your epitome of Indian sacrifice and Indian womanhood: Your Sita and Savitri; your Damayanti and Kunti. The richness and diversity of your all-embracing Light-Divine ... your joys and your sorrows. Your women and their various unique contributions; your scientists and scholars on a par with the West. Finally, your far superior Spiritual giants and your immortal poets.

May your holy rivers, your sacred cities and all those past and present advocates of the Higher Light bless you and keep you safe. May the beauty of Mahalakhsmi and Saraswati endow you with opulence, inner and outer. Finally, may Mother Kali burn the darkness of Ignorance and speed up your lustre, according to the Will of Brahman. Jai Bharat Mata ... Jai Hind.

Your spiritual Brother,


P.S You may wish to look at the Hub I dedicated to you yesterday. Om Shanti!

MG Singh emge (author) from Singapore on August 15, 2021:

Manatitaji, missed, thank you for your good wishes on Independence day.

MG Singh emge (author) from Singapore on August 15, 2021:

Srusti, thank you for commenting and good wishes on independence Day

MG Singh emge (author) from Singapore on August 15, 2021:

Manatitaji, thank you so much for sparing time and commenting.

Srushti Gamit on August 15, 2021:

So beautifully written piece, the end though!!

May god bless you

Happy Independence Day to you

manatita44 from london on August 15, 2021:

You weaved that one beautifully, like a movie scene, like Bollywood at its best... without the dancing. Lovely title and fabulous end! Happy Indian Independence Day!

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