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She was an innocently smiling Barbie impersonated in a tenderly bubbling beauty. She was involved in a crime of robbing all the bypasser’s heart whenever she crossed them with her lightening gorgeousness that flashed into their eyes and blinded them mercilessly. This veritably pretty breathing doll was mesmerized by a charming someone who took away her breath each time he clung his hand into her’s and gently pressed it to feel the soft and supple tone that carried him away to another world of undeniable pleasure.

She celebrated every moment with him and prayed earnestly for the moment to be frozen to make it sustain as long as possible, since she knew that that would not last very long. She looked into his eyes with a genuine longing and utmost sincerity which questioned him “When are you going to be mine? “. Her lips stayed still, her cheeks stood immobilized, no bit of expression that revealed out of her face but the eyes spoke it all. Inundated with pleasure and a sense of pride, words uttered from his mouth stating “I am already yours.”

Pleased by his words that carried her to a dream world, she fell asleep and decided to rest her eyes and mind. All of a sudden she was hauled by a gang of men in pyjamas to the middle of the road. She lied shocked and trembled; in her process to discover what was happening to her, she framed all the incidents in the recent pact to correlate and that leaked her a piece of clue as to why she was surrounded by the bunch of demons. If she was right, she knew that it was going to be the last day of her life.

Spread by words, there thronged a huge crowd, uninvited with a made up mind to witness and not to intrude. They made an announcement before it all commenced. Tears rolled down her cheeks and she earnestly begged for life holding every man’s leg with sheer determination and little hope to get things back on track, perhaps when she realized her efforts were in vain she decided to yield to the strangers to incur a death with a comparatively lesser pain. With a prepared mind to bear the pain, she prostrated on the ground knowing that she was going to die of unbearable pain and punctured body.

Stones from various directions started falling on her body and blood started oozing out from every bruise. Before she reacted to one stone hit, another hit her, overshadowing the pain of the previous one. Every stone taught her pain of varied fathom, few leaving marks and bruises and a few cutting deep and damaging the hidden blood vessels. To add to her unimaginable pain, the dormant beast that lied inactive in every man in the crowd was provoked and they joined the strangers too. As time elapsed, her body grew so numb to the stoning.

She wept in agony and her body started to jolt since abundant blood that belonged to her was no her’s. Her beauty was replaced by the red coloured liquid and deep cuts in all parts of her body. She knew it was time to bid adieu to the world and her body stopped the jolting. She floated in her own blood and a part of it ran slowly to her eyes, reached it and blurred her vision. She did not take any effort to clear it, as she couldn’t. It was her last breath; she made a deep sigh accompanied by an eye-shut where she saw her love of the life. With the last bit of energy which was all she was left with, she prayed for his well being. When she opened her eyes, she never closed it again.

When the strangers vanished, the crowd cleared. When the crowd cleared, her love appeared. He held her hand as he knew that that was all she aspired for, for the rest of her life. He saw her eyes opened, which gave him a hint that she was awaiting to see him and capture his image in her vision to have him to be the last one in her life to be seen. With no place for the bottled emotions to burst, with no one to wipe his tears, he shut her eyes acknowledging her desire to see him.  He left the place with a burdened heart and every cell filled with guilt as he knew he was the only cause of her death.

Note: Dedicated to the innocent souls that die of stoning, especially the poor girls there. In a way this is also juvenile execution, as girls under 18 are also taken for a task.

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