Cursed Life*

     *Cursed Life*( part 1 or part 2)

Discription - *A dead girlfriend calls every night at 2 AM. A burnt photo, a dark secret in Guwahati, and a killer with a knife. 10 years later, the truth wants revenge. Read Cursed Life - A horror love story from Assam.*

*Part 1: Under the Crimson Sky*

The evening in Duliajan was yellow and heavy. The smell of crude oil from Digboi had made the entire sky feel thick and suffocating. Under this heavy sky, on the veranda of Oil India Quarter No. D-17, sat Arindam. 

He was 32, but the dark circles under his eyes and the wrinkles on his forehead made him look 50. In his hand was an old diary. The first page read: _"Is my life cursed, or am I the curse myself?"_

10 years ago. Arindam was a brilliant Physics student at Dibrugarh University. His dream was to reach NASA. His love was Nayanika - a girl from the Music Department with a voice like morning mist. The Bakul tree on campus was the witness to their love.

That day was 14th February. Valentine's Day. Arindam had decided to propose to Nayanika. He had a ring in his hand, bought with three months of his tuition earnings.

But fate brought the first curse into his life that very day.

Nayanika called, "Arin, I can't come today. Papa suddenly had chest pain. We're rushing to Dibrugarh Medical."

Arindam ran to the hospital. He hugged Nayanika, who was standing numbly in front of the ICU. The doctor came out. "Sorry, we couldn't save him. Massive cardiac arrest."

Nayanika's father was gone. A retired Oil India officer. Nayanika was his only daughter. Her mother had passed away when she was a child.

On the day of the shraddha, Nayanika's uncle called Arindam aside. "Son, you're a good boy. But Nayanika's responsibility is ours now. We've fixed her marriage with a big businessman from Guwahati. Her future will be secure. You should step away from her life."

Arindam wanted to say something. But he stopped when he looked into Nayanika's eyes. There was only emptiness in them. As if she was already a living corpse. She said nothing. She didn't protest. She just walked away from Arindam, forever.

From that day, the color drained from Arindam's life. NASA, physics, everything felt like a lie. He returned home without completing his http://M.Sc.

Home meant this quarter in Duliajan. His father was a retired Oil India employee. Arindam gave small tuitions and sat on the veranda every night, staring at the sky.

People said, "Arindam has gone mad. Such a brilliant boy."

But no one knew, at 2 AM every night, his phone would ring. Unknown Number. If he answered, he would hear only the sound of breathing. And then, a familiar voice would whisper, "Arin... save me..."

It was Nayanika's voice.

At first, he thought it was a hallucination. But for the last 3 years, the same call came every day at 2 AM. He tried to trace the number. He told his friend in the police. The reply came, "This number doesn't exist. It's a Dead Number."

How can a dead number call with the voice of a living person?

Today, after 10 years, Arindam decided he would go to Guwahati. He would find Nayanika. He needed to know if she was alive or dead. He needed to know if this was a curse or his own madness.

He closed the diary. The wall clock struck 12. Two more hours. Then that cursed call would come.

But today, he would answer and ask, "Nayanika, where are you?"

Outside, thunder roared. As if the sky itself was crying, listening to the story of his cursed life. Suddenly, there was a power cut. All of Duliajan drowned in darkness.

And in that darkness, Arindam clearly heard - someone was knocking on his main door. At 12 AM.

Who could it be? Nayanika? Or another face of the curse?

With trembling hands, Arindam lit a candle. He walked towards the door. His heart felt like it would burst out of his chest...

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*Part 2: At Death's Doorstep*

The candlelight flickered. It was trembling less than Arindam's hands or his heart. Who could knock in the darkness of a power cut at 12 AM?

He slowly opened the door.

No one was outside. Only pouring rain and the distant light of Oil India's flare stack. But on the ground lay an old, yellowed envelope.

On the envelope, written as if in his own handwriting, was one word - *"To Arindam"*.

With shaking hands, he opened it. Inside was a photo and a scrap of paper.

The photo was 10 years old. The Bakul tree at Dibrugarh University. Arindam and Nayanika. Nayanika's smile could light up the sun even then. But half the photo was burnt. Where Nayanika's face should be, there was only a charred stain.

On the scrap of paper, written in what looked like red blood, were the words:  

*"Don't look for me. If you come, you will die too. - N"*

N for Nayanika. She was alive! But who delivered this letter? Her?

The clock struck 1. One more hour until that cursed call. Arindam decided, he would leave for Guwahati tonight itself. Whatever happens, happens.

At 5 AM, he reached Duliajan Station. He boarded the Intercity Express. An 8-hour journey. The whole way, he just stared at the photo. The half-burnt face seemed to be smiling at him.

Guwahati. Paltan Bazar. The city had changed in 10 years, but the curse in Arindam's heart hadn't. 

Nayanika's uncle's house was in Chandmari. He remembered the address. But when he got there, he saw the house was broken, reduced to rubble. People said, "There was a terrible fire 5 years ago. The whole family was finished."

The whole family? Did that include Nayanika?

Arindam felt dizzy. Then who had been calling him for the last 3 years at 2 AM? Who sent the letter?

He went to Chandmari Police Station. He opened the file for the 5-year-old fire case. The report read: "Cylinder explosion. 4 deaths. 1. Raman Boruah, 2. Manjula Boruah, 3. Rajiv Boruah, 4. Unidentified female, aged approx. 25."

Unidentified female. 25 years old. 5 years ago, Nayanika would have been 25.

Did that mean Nayanika died 5 years ago? Then who was calling him in her voice for the last 3 years?

Arindam saw one note on the last page of the file. Police note: "The unidentified woman's body was 90% burnt. Could not be identified. But in her clenched fist, a half-burnt ring was found."

A ring! Arindam's breath stopped. He pulled out the old ring box from his pocket. The one he had bought for Nayanika 10 years ago but could never give her.

As he was leaving the station, his phone rang. He looked at the time - it was 2 PM. But that call always came at 2 AM.

With trembling hands, he answered. From the other side, the sound of breathing. Then that familiar voice, but this time not a whisper, a scream.

"Arin! Run! He's following you! He killed me, now he'll kill you!"

The call cut off.

"He"? Who was "he"? Who killed Nayanika? The fire wasn't an accident?

Suddenly, Arindam felt someone standing right behind him. He turned around slowly.

In the crowd of Paltan Bazar, a man. Around 40. Black sunglasses. A raw scar across his face. He was looking at Arindam and smiling. There was the coldness of death in that smile.

The man was holding an old photo in his hand. The same one, from under the Bakul tree. But this one was complete. Not burnt. In this photo, standing next to Nayanika was not Arindam, but this man.

The man came closer. He whispered, "It took me 10 years to find you, Arindam Boruah. Nayanika was only mine. You were the curse in her life. Now I will be the curse in yours."

With that, the man pulled out a knife from his pocket. In the middle of a thousand people in Paltan Bazar, in broad daylight...

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*Part 3: The Bloody Truth*

The sharp tip of the knife was just an inch from Arindam's throat. Amidst the chaos of Paltan Bazar, he could only hear his own heart pounding.

"Who are you?" Arindam screamed, but his voice was lost in the crowd.

The man laughed. "Don't you recognize me? I'm Rajiv. Nayanika's husband. The day you wanted to meet her on Valentine's Day 10 years ago, I met her for the first time."

Arindam's brain felt like it was struck by lightning. Rajiv Boruah. The name was in the Fire Case Report. The police said he had died in the fire too.

"You... you didn't die?"

"Death?" Rajiv twirled the knife. "Death was a new life for me, Arindam. Nayanika never loved me. In her heart, there was only you. A beggar, an unemployed poet."

Suddenly, police whistles blew from behind. The crowd erupted. Rajiv grabbed Arindam's arm, "Do you know why Nayanika calls you? Because her soul hasn't found peace. I burnt her alive. Because even at the moment of her death, she took your name - 'Arin... save me'."

Arindam's vision went dark. So the 2 AM calls... it was Nayanika's spirit. She was trying to warn him.

"That fire wasn't an accident. I started it. I killed her father, her mother, everyone. I even jumped into the fire myself to torment her, but I didn't die. My face was burnt, I changed my name. For 5 years, I hunted for you." Madness burned in Rajiv's eyes.

He raised the knife. At that exact moment, Arindam's phone rang again. It wasn't 2 AM, it was 3 PM.

Rajiv froze. "How is this possible? She only speaks at 2 AM. I bound her soul with black magic."

With trembling hands, Arindam answered. He put it on loudspeaker.

This time, Nayanika's voice was clear, loud, and filled with rage. "Rajiv! You could kill me, but you couldn't kill my love! Arin, run! He will kill you! I will drag him to hell with me!"

The people in the crowd heard it. The police ran towards them. Rajiv's face twisted into a mix of fear and disbelief. "Impossible! I bound her with mantras! She can't come in the daylight!"

Arindam suddenly understood. Nayanika's love wasn't a curse, it was a blessing. Her soul had been protecting him for 10 years. The 2 AM calls were warnings. Today, because he came looking for her, her soul had broken all bonds and come in the daylight - just to save him.

The police tackled Rajiv. The knife fell to the ground. As they dragged him away, Rajiv screamed at Arindam, "You won! But remember, you were the reason for Nayanika's cursed life! You couldn't save her!"

The police took him away. The crowd thinned. Arindam fell to his knees on the ground. The phone was still in his hand. From the other side, only the sound of breathing.

He cried, "Nayanika, forgive me. I couldn't save you."

Suddenly, a wind blew. A cold wind in the heat of Guwahati. And in that wind, he heard one last word, this time not a cry, but a peaceful laugh.

"Arin, I was not cursed. I loved you, and that was my salvation. You live on. For me, for our unfulfilled dreams. I'm going now... this time, truly in peace..."

The call disconnected by itself. The screen read - "Call Ended". And the time: 2:00 AM.

Arindam looked at the sky. The 3 PM sun was shining. But his phone showed 2:00 AM.

He understood. Nayanika's time had been frozen at 2 AM for 10 years. At the time of her death. Today, her soul was free. Time had started moving again.

*One Year Later...*

On the veranda of Quarter D-17 in Duliajan, there are now two chairs. Arindam sits in one, the other remains empty. In front of the empty chair is a garland of Bakul flowers.

Arindam is now the author of a book called "Cursed Life". A Bestseller across Assam. The last page of the book reads:

_"This story is for those who think love is a curse. No, love is salvation. If someone truly loves you, they will come to protect you even from beyond death._

_Like my Nayanika._

_Her life was not cursed. Her death freed me from my curse._

_Now, every night at 2 AM, I stay awake. I look at the phone. It doesn't ring._

_Because I know, she is at peace now. And me? I am alive now - for her, for her dreams._

_This is the blessing I found from my cursed life."_

Outside, Bakul flowers are falling. It's 2 AM. But today, the phone doesn't ring. Today, there is only silence, and in that silence, there is peace.

Part 3

**Rajiv's knife was inches from Arindam's neck. Then the lights went out.**

**Who screamed? Who died?**

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