MY SECRET GOES TO MY GRAVE WITH ME

( P.S * This IS A PURELY FICTIONAL STORY with no resemblance with reality whatsoever. )

ARUP is lying dead his body covered with white bed sheet cloth type something. His parents are lying on the ground crying madly over their one and only son's dead body. I am unhappy with my best buddy; a brother might not have ended this way. I am very sad. The world is a place everyone is an actor and maybe today I have to exactly follow that thing. I have some dark secrets embedded in my heart which will be buried after my body calms down with my death in the future someday.

ARUP, s cause of death is hit on the head with a heavy metallic rod. There are in total 4-5 blows continuously one after another. Excessive blood loss and even after that stabbing in the stomach. I am feeling very depressed. In the meantime, I got a call from home," Sweta is again having a panic attack. Please come home fast. "I have to rush home. The series of incidents came as flashbacks in my mind. SWETA is my sister. 2 years back some college senior boys tried molesting her, rag her and she went into mental trauma after that incident. Since then, she is undergoing psychiatric treatment. She gets into a panic attack and becomes restless, violent shouting, crying. Every time I go to calm her down and console her with one word, "One day you will be relieved, I promise"

I cannot forget that night ever in my life. I and ARUP are drinking in the backyard BAR. It was around 10 and we are walking back towards our home. It was a Friday night. ARUP and I were dead drunk. The waiter came and told us, "Sir we are closing." ARUP gave me his wallet and told me, " Brother here take my card please pay the bill, it's on me today. I searched his wallet and got the bill paid. Both of us are walking back. Arup was not in his senses at all. He is managing to walk somehow. It was a dark, narrow street with flickering streetlights. The wind is blowing across the place, an indication of a massive upcoming storm that was on the way. The best part of an upcoming storm is that it comes undetected, without any warning. All of a sudden Arup fell to the ground. I saw a shadow from behind with a rod in her hand hitting ARUP on his head, shouting, "You filthy swine, pervert, ass hole you raped me that day with 2 of your friends. I am going to kill you. "That girl had an iron rod in her hand Which she used to attack ARUP. She landed 5 blows aiming at the head of ARUP. He is all blood-spattered. I was standing right there; bloodstains came on my shirt too. I could not stop whatever was happening in front of me. Maybe I was not even trying to stop that or maybe I did not want to intervene in what was happening. I let my so-called best friend die such an ungraceful death. The girl threw the rod away and came closer to ARUP who was lying injured, shivering, and trembling in pain, anguish. She took out a sharp knife and stabbed ARUP in his belly. The bloodshed was done in 3-4 minutes of continuous strike and it's all over. The bloody body of my friend was lying cold on the street with no witness except me. I left the place as soon as possible.

I gave testimony that on that Friday after drinking I left for my house and ARUP was alone. I gave false evidence, misleading statement to the police that when the incident happened, I was not there. Place closed the case as a case of attempted robbery. ARUP, s money bag was missing. I consoled ARUP; s parents told them ARUP was a great son, a nice buddy a good human being. The reality of their dead son can never be exposed to their parents at any cost. It stays safe with me. That night the reality of ARUP got exposed to me in a sudden situation. 3 guys molested my sister. 2 of those guys I knew who they are. But there was a 3rd guy who was the culprit. When Arup gave me his wallet to pay the bill I was searching for the card, and I saw a photo. That was a group pic of 3 guys, 2 of those guys are those I know who molested my sister and the 3rd guy is ARUP. ARUP does not know SWETA is my sister. I knew that moment the guy am drinking with happens to be the harasser of my sister who is not yet punished. That girl who attacked ARUP is a victim of his ragging a few months back. When she was attacking ARUP, I knew justice was served. I could have stopped it, but I let it happen. The girl who actually murdered ARUP looked at me; she had gratefulness in her eyes. In reality, I was grateful. I could have never done this even if I would have wanted to. I am a witness of a murder, a crime in the eyes of law but for a brother, justice is served. SECRETS are DARK, they are horrific. I can never let ARUP; s parents know the reality of their son. ARUP's parents must not suffer. Reality seems hard, tough stranger than fiction. When a SECRET is DARK it should remain as it is always hidden.