Never Meant to be
By Yarro Rai
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An off-beat mysterious narration, Where two diaries by two lovers (Johnny & Esther) are being read simultaneously by a journalist (Stella) and her assistant. Unraveling the story that how a beautiful CEO (Esther) and a Street orphan hustler (Johnny) are childhood friends and later a hot couple.
With each page turned and closer to the mystery. Stella starts getting huge money offers either to destroy the diary or to sell it to an unknown person. The offer doesn't stops as well as the life losing threats. If she doesn't sell the diaries.
Stella is all confused because at the surface it seems just another love story. Leaving the big question and mystery, is it just another love story or there is something hidden like a cipher. What is it, that she is missing?
Yarro Rai
Born in India, bred in a village with mixed race and color. He has first-hand experience of raw India and the struggle of a lower-middle-class. His struggle didn't end there growing up with a spark of imagination was hard. where society still favors the traditional job seeking process and being an artist is a taboo. The outpour of his rage through his dark poetries lead to the Dark poetry series Starting in 2013 with lyrical quotes of my life. This book is no longer available because it was too dark and suicidal. However, the second book DARK ROMEO followed by the recent one PHILOPHBIA (The hip version) has kept the series alive. His fictional journey started when he published his own version of Romeo and Juliet "NEVER MEANT TO BE" and garnered top reviews on all platform. It was not until late 2015 when he really found his voice and knew what exactly inspired him. The "RARE GIRL SERIES" is the reflection of that voice. Every book in the series will be about a Girl/women with rare quality. No unnecessary sexualized female character, no carrying on the image of main-stream media but real ground reality story of women in all the corners of the world with a pinch of imagination on it. The first book of the series "SARAH" was published on oct 2017 with the second one due in 2018. He also the creator of http://allforauthors.com/ a website for struggling authors. The website contains writing contracts, Free critique and financial aids for upcoming authors. There is only one weird thing about him is that he likes to act out his character to record the reaction from his friend and strangers. so if someday you meet him for a book signing and he is acting weird just know that he is expecting a weird reaction from you. He is not insane.
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Never Meant to be - Yarro Rai
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Never meant to be
By Yarro Rai
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Copyright 2015 Yarro Rai
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Table of contents
Chapter one: The genesis
Chapter two: Two diaries
Chapter three: Sparks again
Chapter four: Deeper
Chapter five: The fiancée
Chapter six: The labyrinth
Chapter seven: Passion and poison
Chapter eight: The Revelation
About the Author
Connection portal
Out of suffering have emerged the strongest souls; the most massive characters are seared with scars
(Joshua 1:9)
For me there exists no fiction all my characters are my dead friends and the stories I write are their memories. There is no fantasy. – Yarro Rai
Chapter One
The Genesis
Esther’s Diary
If people were books, then Johnny would be a mystery novel. So how was it that I met my first mystery novel?
Our first physical contact was when he punched me in the gut and I puked my lungs out. Literally. But why it happened is another story.
During the summer of my fourth-grade year, I got into the routine of wandering around with my parents looking at building sites. My parents were new business tycoons. They were taking the market by storm, and my dad insisted on taking me with him. He believed in firsthand experience, because one day I was going to be their successor. I hovered around them with security walking around us. My parents continuously discussed the buildings. I think they were looking for a place to build their new office. But it was so boring for me. So, to distract my mind from that corporate world, I turned my attention to various things around us, like how a group of kids was running and playing in the street, the way they laughed and giggled and jumped on a garbage pile like a bean bag. It looked a little gross, but fun. The urban mess of horns, metal and the constant murmur of people tickled my ears. A cobbler’s hand moved so swiftly as I watched, and he held the brush like a sword while he sliced grime onto a shoe.
Then I saw a street musician resting his head against his violin and moving it as he played the high notes. Somehow, it got my attention. He was playing mysteriously, and mysteries always attracted me.
I stopped and stood near him with a few other admirers nodding their heads to the rhythm. He took such joy in playing that he didn’t even open his eyes. I gazed at the wrinkles on his neck as he moved his body rhythmically.
After a few seconds, a sudden rush hit me. I realized that I had spent more than just a few minutes standing there like a fool. I looked around, and my parents and the security guards were nowhere to be seen. They all were gone.
All I could ask myself was, Where am I?
The children were playing and running in the street, the same helpless cobbler continued his work, and the fantastic musician suddenly looked menacing. It’s strange how your perception of the world changes with your circumstances. A strong current ran from my toes to my forehead and awakened every cell in my body. For the very first time, I was on my own, an eight-year-old girl lost in the crowd. I had nothing except a bag on my shoulder and a chocolate bar in my hand.
I looked around and realized how fast the people were moving. Their force started to drift me with them like a thin leaf. Usually, there were personal guards around me to maintain some space. But that day I was on my own, with no sign of anyone looking for me.
They don't' know that I'm lost yet. Now what will happen to me?!
Lub-dub, Lub-dub. I never heard my heart banging against my chest so fast, even when I won the school marathon.
I remembered my mom watching the news filled with stories about the bad people living on the streets. Shrinking with every passing second, I suddenly felt somebody tugging my hand. First, my feeling of despair turned to relief. I assumed it was my parents, but I was wrong.
That was the first time I encountered him, Johnny. His rough hands on mine. He had scars on his little face, a flat hat partially covering his eyes and wore a red checkered shirt with ripped jeans. His physical appearance was nothing less than a hero living in poverty, which intrigued me right away, but I soon realized that he wasn’t holding my hand. He was trying to snatch my chocolate.
Could he do that?
I looked at him with a mixture of surprise and disgust, which made my grip tighten. All of my fears and desperation oozed through my eight-year-old nerves. I wasn’t going to give up that easy. I was taking karate lessons, after all. As I looked into his deep eyes he swung me around as if we were playing a game.
I suddenly felt a strong punch land on my stomach. It shook every one of my internal organs, and I nearly felt my guts crumble until I fell to the ground, forcing me lose my grip on the chocolate. I fell, vomited, and he took the candy bar.
Bad boy!
I shouted at him, hoping I could make him feel bad. He just walked away. I burst into tears.
Why do I have to be so lost?
I thought helplessly. My warm tears blurred my vision and ran down my cheeks. For a moment, I thought I should chase him, but I shrunk back with the fear of everything unknown on those streets. I wiped my tears and scanned through the sea of people.
It’s over, I said to myself.
But it wasn't.
All of a sudden, someone tugged at my hair. I turned around and saw a group of small boys surrounding me. Was this their practical class on how to become a gangster? I knew I was their lab rat. Then someone tried to grab my bag. I quickly turned. There were four of them. Drawing from my three weeks of karate knowledge, I took up a karate starting position, hoping I would scare them away. It didn't work. Instead, it gave them the idea that it was good opportunity for them to try and test their kicks on me.
Then, like a hero from a movie, Johnny came back. He threw pebbles at them. He had a pocketful of them. One of the boys took a hit near his eye, and then they started to cross fire. I just sat there, covering my head with my hands. Johnny was outnumbered and they were starting to close in.
Please don’t leave me and run away. Please don’t leave me and run away. I prayed to myself as they shot stones at each other. My nerves fired off with every hit and sound I heard. Just as they seemed about to win the fight, Johnny brought out his wild card: a knife.
That was the first time I saw a knife in the hands of a nine-year-old boy. Even he didn't seem to know what to do with it. But luckily, it was enough to scare the other boys away. They scattered and ran down the nearby alleys.
I noticed his deep eyes staring at me, the very same eyes that had spotted my chocolate bar. They seemed to reflect the look in my own: a little guilty, and a little vulnerable. He brought out the candy bar from his pocket while biting his bottom lip. He looked at me and at my handkerchief wet with tears. I was sobbing uncontrollably.
Don't talk to him. Remember, he's a stranger. He's from the streets where boys like him grow up to become criminals.
He didn't say anything. He just held out the candy bar silently, offering it back to me.
Don’t take the chocolate back, he could've drugged it. And don’t look at his hand ... no, not his face, either ... not even his jacket ... Look away ... look to the right. Hide beneath your handkerchief ...Oh, he's bowing his head. He's saying something. What’s he saying?
I was still sobbing.
You want to see some magic?
His eyes gleamed. He must of expected me to say yes... And I did.
He brought out a coin from his pocket. He showed it to me quickly, and everything looked normal. It was just an ordinary, dirty coin. He then held it with his left hand, just between his first three fingers. He transferred the coin to his right hand and asked me to blow on his right hand. I tentatively and gently did as instructed. He opened his right hand, and it was empty.
Huh? Where's the coin?
He smiled proudly at my amazement.
Show me your other hand?
I opened his left hand but found it empty. His hand was rough like a weather-worn stone. Not even the old maid at our house had such rough hands. We looked at each other, and before we could say anything, my mom’s voice came from behind.
Honey, where the hell have you been? We were so worried! Didn’t I tell you to stay close? I mean, we can’t babysit you constantly!
I quickly tried to wipe away my tears before she could see.You have to be strong and clever from now on. Otherwise, how will you be able to handle the company your father and I are building some day? Do you know how much time we wasted trying to find you?
My mother ran over and pulled me back to safely. I was back in a cage. My dad hugged me, and I hugged him back. There was a collective sigh of relief.
As we walked towards the car, I remembered Johnny. I looked back, but he wasn’t there. I frantically scanned the crowd until I saw him. He was hiding behind a group of passersby.
I smiled and waved to him before hopping into the car. The whole day I wondered about Johnny, why he came back to help me and why me. That was the first glimpse of his pure heart. Pure heart and a complex man.
***
After reading Esther’s first diary entry, Latif looked around the room. There were papers lying strewn everywhere, newspaper clippings stuck haphazardly to the walls, and a large board with a to-do list scribbled on it. Then he glanced at Stella. He wanted to hold his thought longer before speaking, but he couldn't resist the temptation.
We should've taken the celebrity news column. It’s much easier to get news. And if not, then it’s easy to create it. Now here we are, stuck with the diary of some mysterious young CEO. How do you know what we're reading is authentic?
Latif raised his eyebrows.
Well, I'm not sure. But isn’t it a great lead that Johnny and Esther were childhood friends? This'll blow up the media.
Stella positively remarked, hidden behind her laptop. You're not sure about these diaries, either, are you?
I am, but what will you think if the evidence you stole based on some source turns out to be a fluke?
"You stole it. Where did you get it from again?" Latif craned his neck in order to better see Stella.
Oh, you wouldn’t believe it...from a tree house,
she lit a cigarette.
A tree house.
Latif repeated, hoping she might tell him a little more about the two diaries.
Yeah, I overheard Edi telling the cops about the tree house.
Stella let out a puff of smoke into the small room.
You mean Edi, the other suspect in the case? Johnny's friend?
Latif coughed and fanned his hand in front of his nose to clear some of the smoke. He knew he couldn't protest. He was just an assistant, and Stella had a knack of getting into trouble and then churning