Forgetfulness took most of her when she called him up. Aastha had forgotten who he was. He never wanted her presence in his life. But she yearned for those moments that they shared. She had her number stored in her phone. Calling him was little necessary. She indulged in immersive thinking, before she gave a call to him.
"Should I call Him now? Should I call Parth? she pondered
Her happiness knew no bounds when she called him up. She heard a voice from the other side.
"Hello, who is this?" Parth inquired.
"Hi. I am Aastha. Remember we had met each other in Learner Coaching Institute".
"I remember," he said. And how are you doing?"
Aastha remained silent. She continued after a while and tendered an apology. "I apologize to you for whatever wrong I have done to you".
"Apology? Why are you apologizing and for what?'
"Apologies for the words spoken to you and for leaving the project halfway".
"You are not my gait, sister. I am not like you, not a human of course. He spoke through his inner place.
"No apologies required, Aastha. And did you get married? You were supposed to get married", he asked
Aastha was surprised by his question.
"Whom are you speaking to Aastha?" came a voice from behind
I was just speaking to my friend.
"Keep down the receiver immediately," said Bela
"But...I..."
"You are raising my phone bill. You are not allowed to call anyone.
She ended the conversation abruptly and went back to her corner place."
"She does not have any shame". Catherine began speaking shit about Aastha. "After hearing so much from her mother, she should have cried by now", Catherine continued.
"She cannot cry, Girl. Nobody should make her cry. Consider that as one of his rules," said Bela.
"We will never get our food," Catherine laughed.
"He is coming to do something about it. It has been over a year now and no progress in our food making has been made. There have been complaints to him in this regard".
"Who is coming?"
Our masters are coming and they will work through our bodies. They will play another of their games with the child and prepare everyone's food. While we will be near them observing everything, the girls' gang will rejoice in her bad. All will be benefitted in the dimension.
They said they will come unannounced. When they come we will leave these bodies for some time and enjoy outside.
Harry was enjoying a cup of green tea when he roared -
"I am the biggest bastard of the universe.
Yes, you are but don't forget me and don't get angry with that doll. She is a piece of shit. She just said that you are the biggest bastard and called me a mad man while she was crying in frustration," replied Sebastian.
"No, she said a lot of things. I have never liked anyone saying anything against me. She is never in my good books."
"Neither mine," remarked Sebastian.
"She needs to be punished".
"I agree. Both stressed the word 'Punished'
"Don't repeat after me, Sebastian. I just breed on others' slavery and their suffering from my punishments. But I cannot punish the girl beyond a certain limit. If I do, I will be punished by my seniormost as per the rules of the clan."
"Punished? And you? You must be joking," added Sebastian.
"Yes. She is a special case for me. I will be made to stand in the sunlight if I punish her unnecessarily."
But we are manipulators and we can manipulate the rules regarding her. Our ego is bigger than our size. And she has bruised my ego time and again by speaking shit against me and my gaits. First, she spoke rubbish against Parth when she was frustrated due to his negative response to her love. Secondly, she remained firm on abusing me due to us playing the game with her. She blames me for all the mess we have created in her life.
"Life? Do you think she is living? She is just breathing. We are living her life instead of her and on her bad," said Sebastian.
"This time I will harm her in all possible ways so that our food is made. "This way we will play the game in keeping with the rules," continued Harry.
"That is what I wanted to say, Sir.
"Don't Sir me. You don't need to mollify me. I know how much you want to eat her up, Sebastian.
"What do you want to do? Time is ripe for us to play our game with the doll."
"We always play for a reason. What is the reason for this gameplay?
"It is time to unburden her magical suit. During the game, Aastha was made to wear a magical suit which was exploited by one and all. We need to unburden her from all the unnecessary baggage of magic.
It is you who played with her for quite a long time. She used to feel heavy and burdened with excessive magic because of which she used to get exhausted faster than anything and would sleep more often.
Your kids and other magical gaits would also use her body for various purposes like taking rest through her and getting pleasurable moments through her dreams.
"This time she has outlived everything. She has angered me by causing a lot of nuisance for us. She has repeatedly shouted and cried in frustration so much so that everyone got disturbed by her actions," interrupted Sebastian. "We repent the day we got connected to her but this is how we will be made."
I will make sure she cries and I am checking the rules of the game with your eyelids on me.
"She cried three times during the previous game. Don't make her cry this time," replied Harry.
Just make your food. Little bit we will chew her out of our khunnas (seething anger) that was prepared by us during the game through various deceptive practices. We will make more of Khunnas as that is our food.
We are deception personified, added Sebastian
"Yes. I know what you are feeling but I will not allow any more of those petty lovely games to you. You cannot go near her till I say," laughed Harry.
You had made this land an incantation hub by speaking out loud, various incantations on the street around the building thereby causing fear in her mind. Aastha got scared with one particular incantation - "we are the biggest bastards of this Celtic division and we will kill you". You worried her into a threatened attack while it was hummed into an incantation.
You threw up stories and through them asked the magical gaits to prepare their food. I must say you are also a genius, Sebastian.
The best harassment was through your magic show. You entertained the audience of the land by showing more magic through Aastha's magical suit.
"No, I prefer the muffoon game more than anything else". Harry looked more intrigued than before. "What fun did you make of her when she ordered a muffoon noodles and you created fear whereby it contained muffoon which was a magical gait. She doesn't know anything and you took advantage of that. The muffoon game is the biggest source of laughter for us. All her food was chewed by us magically and at times, otherwise when she shared it with the family members of the magical gaits".
"You were a great help, Sebastian. But the food making had to be done by me. My gaits were asking me to go for some transformations in Aastha's magical suit so that food reaches everyone.
The red meat containers inside her suit are causing reactions to her. They are making her aggressive because of which she gets angry. She shouts for her rights, which is a little funny.
"You consider it as funny, Sebastian. That doll is the only one in the universe bearing our burden for us."
"She deserves a slap," said Sebastian.
"A slap for what?"
"A slap for shouting on top of her voice. Also, when Menal and Garima joined the group, Aastha reacted negatively.
"What have they got to do with her?"
"They couldn't make food because of her talking shit now and then. The Red meat containers embedded in her magical suit caused her more aggression and unsteadiness than ever. She used to get tired more often.
Even Menal tried making her food through some witch practice she had adopted from Creta. Nevertheless, she was far from any success.
"Don't be unreasonable," said Harry.
There are certain rules and restrictions to our practices. She is a human doll, not a non-living thing.
We cannot be harsh to her. Nevertheless, I was too harsh because of her bad behavior. Now we will have to stick to our karmas and restrain ourselves.
"Karma is a bigger bitch, or she", exclaimed Sebastian. We don't believe in karmas. We are magical gaits.
If you are a magical gait, which you are, then she is magic for us. Hence, mind your manners, Sebastian. She is not what you think she is. Nobody can be her.
There is no room for further discussion on this topic. I am closing the conversation here.
Both Harry and Sebastian settled for the next day.
He came and he saw her first. Harry came through the medium of Xavier to play another of his games along with other gaits through Rita, Henry and Catherine's instrument. All of her erstwhile parents and siblings met her one by one.
"I have seen death and Sebastian sir's magic together. The game showed it all!" cried Aastha. "Nothing else is left to be seen. And I am challenged every time I think that.
Every time new surprise torture awaits me. There is no outlet whereby I can erase my doubts about my life.
One by one the gaits came to do their work. Dick prepared a pizza platter replete with enchantments on her name and gave some to her to eat. Through that their food was made.
The magical gaits threw their heaviest aura on her so that she is temporarily consumed by delirium and made her do whatever they want.
Once Rita came to speak to Aastha through her trans medium - "Why did you shout on us? Why did you abuse my husband? We are not your gait."
She showed her aura of her being superior to Aastha and left the place after giving her warning.
Sometime later, Harry speaks to Rita - We are not allowed to come here We shouldn't have come here. We are feeling restless before her. She is a symbol of purity, a pure soul. She even washes her feet every night.
Hide your insecurities, Harry. The doll needs to be dominated more than ever. However, you are right. We don't have time for all this. We have come for a purpose and that must be accomplished at the earliest, said Rita.
Dick sat beside Aastha in the drawing-room and suddenly opened the incantation cell on the floor. She could feel something moving on the floor. All the figurines that were made on the floor during 'the Game' seem to rejoice. They looked happy.
Harry initially began with the levels of the previous game whereby the black magicians' round was commenced. In the meanwhile, her family members played the game of fear with Aastha. This time they instilled fear in her mind that she will be thrown out of Flat 5C with bare minimum necessities and it is Harry who will decide her fate through the game.
"What a game?" enjoyed Dick while Harlyn, Rita and Harry joined him. She will be left with nothing except procrastination for whatever she did in the past. She abused the magical gaits more than fifty times till now.
"It serves as a good punishment to her. Keep playing with her," Harry, added Sebastian.
All expressed their joy through their trans medium. The land, in particular, the girls' gang was much less than relieved.
" Aastha will be the torchbearer of human rights but in the reverse world."
"Hehe...Reverse?"
"Yes. Reverse world. The world opposite of the Brahmalok. We are all reverse of that God, Brahma. We are all-powerful."
"Tell that pesky human to rest a little, for tomorrow will be the worst day for her. She will be made to work by the sweat of her brow."
"What work will she do? queried Rita
'Our work. What else?" Harry gave a sly smile to Rita.
"She couldn't sit even for a while. Her restlessness was his gift. She took certain steps and walked across the floor twenty times before she felt exhausted. His aura made her a walky but no talky doll.
"Only for some time," thought Harry. After that, it is my fear that will bring her down.
"She does not repent for what she said."
She does not even remember anything, Rita. It was not her aura. It was Sebastian who played with her throwing his aura at her. His is perilious.
"That can be understood," Rita laughed.
"Come to me, my love" romanced Harry
"Not now. Remember we are at work," Harry darling.
You are my counterpart and will help me in taking care of our life - this doll of ours. I cannot take care of her alone.
"I bloviate about my jewelry while you bloviate about yours."
"What are you talking? I don't wear any jewelry."
"You bloviate about your doll who you attorn like a jewel in your crown."
"Oh! she. Are you jealous?"
"A Little bit."
"Come to me, my darling."
"I said we have work. No time to romance."
"Okay. Where is the doll?"
"I am present in front of you."
"Not you, my doll. I was asking about our doll."
"She is sleeping outside."
"I wish we could have the same fate. We could sleep like her."
"Don't Harry. No procrastination or aggression over this. She is different and we must accept the difference.
"Yeah. To make problems worse for her, she cannot see anything beyond the parameters of her vision. At times, I pity her."
"Don't ever pity her. She is our vision. Celtic vision. We chew vision from her eyes in the form of magic from her magical suit to suit our purpose.
We have insulted and abused her umpteen number of times. Opprobrious, scurrilous, truculent, we have been all and have used all weapons in our armor. But she is, still in awe of all of us. She doesn't mind anything. A weirdo she is one."
"She is not a weirdo but a saint in making. She is the biggest patient I have seen in our hospital, this magical world."
"At times, the magical gaits were also reviled by her, especially whenever we cause her turmoil."
"Tomorrow will be another of such days, when you will throw your aura, Harry.
"No. Now she will be sangfroid as it is not his mischief."
"You mean to say that she gets disturbed only when Sebastian stirs her up, she laughed.
"Yes, replied Harry while laughing out loud.
"The doll is more at peace with you, it seems. While you are a player, she is your favorite game."
"It is morning now. Can you make our special tea for me?" requested Harry
"Sure."
"The Kitchen is our den". Saying so, Rita entered the Kitchen and startled Aastha "What are you doing in the kitchen, Aastha?"
"I am making tea. Do you want some tea to drink? Aastha looked worried.
"No. I will make some tea for myself and your Dad. You can go and sit.
She was disturbed by the fact that she had few days to count at the house. Her thoughts could be read by the magical gaits as she was linked to them. They rejoiced in her worries.
"So, you are worried, spoke Rita to Aastha through her trans medium, while outwardly she asked Aastha -
"Do you want more sugar in the tea?"
"No. Mam. Can you tell me what things can I take with me when I leave the house?" Aastha thought of communicating this but she refrained from opening her mouth.
Instead, she said - "The tea is just fine. Thank You!"
Rita read her thoughts and rejoiced over her victory. Her worries gave them food.
Aastha was engulfed by a nervous breakdown.
It was after Rita left the drawing-room that Harry entered the place with a witty smile on his face.
Till the time, Harry was in the drawing-room, Aastha kept on pacing to and fro, taking certain steps in a certain direction. He threw his aura on her so that by her walking he could reach out to all the magical gaits far and wide, all through her.
By the time, Harry came to the Kolkata dimension, Sebastian had done most of his work. His barbarism and archaic methods of food making of magic were appreciated by one and all in the community.
After the removal of the red meat containers from her magical suit, the magical gaits were relieved of their tension of food making. Now the containers were under the supervision of Alan.
"It is time for our promotion," thought Menal. Harry Sir will take us with him. However, Garima wanted to stay back in the dimension for she found peace in the doll.
"I am attached to the doll's vagina," she said and laughed.
"Good, now that I will get rid of the doll. I will screw her life before I leave."
"Don't be revengeful," Menal. You have taken care of her through her mother, Rita's instrument.
"I just want all of us to be liberated from our condition and get what we want from her."
"Why from her only?"
"Because she is the only one given to Harry and then, to us."
"May all be able to make food through these four bodies and Aastha so that we may rise to our true haven," said Menal.
"Each one teach one," he roared, should be the law of the land. "Each one will teach the doll to behave," he laughed and everybody joined. Before he left, Harry signaled Sebastian to take care of the doll as per the rules.
Just play with the left side of her body. It has her heart, our heart. Her backbone can be affected in the least. You cannot do anything to her ear or other parts of the body except her breasts which are a source of life energies," commanded Harry to Sebastian.
"It was midnight. While everybody was in their rooms, Aastha couldn't curb her negative thoughts.
"I am done. Suicide is the only life I have.'
"I cannot bear more torture or pain. They have caused me immense trouble. If I end my life, I will be in peace."
"Even if I don't die, which in the circumstances is more obvious, I will still be able to punish them effectively."
"Then she moved to the kitchen. She peered her eyes across the kitchen only to find a knife which she could bravely hold in her hand and yearn for some act of courage when she felt thirsty.
"It is better I should quench my thirst before I die", she told to herself. Then she took the knife and repeated hysterically - I cannot suffer anymore. I am sorry God. I love you and want to come to you earnestly. She looks at the knife and her palm while she hears somebody coming through..
In the deathly silence, a sudden voice roared from behind -
"What are you doing here with the knife?"