The Brutal Need

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The agonizing rage burnt throughout his body as blood dripped onto the floor.

It was unbearable.

“I am so sorry.”

He repeated it in a louder voice mixed with infuriating tears.

The excruciating pain, the ache was eating away his soul.

He dug the knife deeper in his hands as if trying to use the physical pain as a distraction.

“I apologize for what I just did”, he said bowing his head onto the ground.

The man in front of him stood befuddled to what he was witnessing. Mr. Kapoor couldn’t believe his eyes. A moment ago, the same knife had been pointed at him, and he obliged taking out his purse and anything valuable he had on him.

How long had it been since he had met a man of such caliber. He could feel his pain of helplessness that had forced him do what his self respect and honor couldn’t bear.

He was tempted, curious, to know the reason that could bring such a strong man to his knees.

He wanted to help but he had to choose his words carefully for the man was already shattered, drenched in shame and blood.

“I could lend you the money, if you..”, he barely got to complete his sentence.

“That would be so kind of you, Sir. I am not worthy of such kindness, but I will repay every penny back.”

A little louder now, “You are the best, Sir. A great man.”

Mr. Kapoor forwarded his card and gave him the exact amount he requested and took his leave.

The incident had come to him later at times bringing in a smile. With days that came by, he had forgotten about it until one day a 14 year old boy with another young one stood at his gate.

“How may I help you?”

“I am so sorry, Sir. It has been 268 days and I apologize for not showing up earlier”

How could one forget that loud tone equivalent to a soldier reporting.

“Here’s you money, Sir.”

It wouldn’t have made much difference but he chose to take the money for he had seen what the young lad, way ahead of his age, was built of.

“He is my younger brother, Sir. I wanted him to meet you and thank you for helping us out.”

“My brother says you are a very kind and great man. I thank you with all my heart.”

Mr. Kapoor couldn’t help but smile to this young kid. “That’s not necessary. I am glad I could.”

“We will now leave, Sir. Thank you very much.”

Mr. Kapoor hesitated for a second and then went ahead. “Could you wait for a second? If you don’t mind, I would want to know why did you need the money so bad.”

He pulled Mr. Kapoor aside and whispered, “It was for his school fees, Sir. But nothing to worry now. I will do everything it takes to see he gets right education and chance to pursue dreams that I can’t.”

Mr. Kapoor stood there watching the innocent smile and eyes that glittered with determination and selfless ambition.

Tears brimmed in his eyes as he cleared his throat and called out, “You didn’t tell me your name. I will need it for the work I have for you.”


Word Count: 550

Participating in Fiction writing challenge 281 at Yeah Write weekly challenge.

8 thoughts on “The Brutal Need

  1. What an interesting tale. I was a bit confused at the start about what was happening and had to reread it a couple of times. He was a kind man, for sure! Not many would do what he did. โ˜บ

    1. Thanks a lot. This was my try at taking the story ahead without having to refer and still have it pretty clear. Will write it better. Thanks for the wonderful feedback and for reading. Cheers!

  2. I like how this story busts out of the gate with conflict and drama. I could have used a little more direction as to the scene at the beginning. “Mr. Kapoor” is mentioned paragraph 8; before that I’m not sure who is angry and holding the knife.

    1. Thanks ๐Ÿ™‚ Yes the idea was to play the scene right away and develop it. Thanks for the feedback ๐Ÿ™‚ I was trying to initiate it without having to refer by names ๐Ÿ™‚ Just a vague picture. will try to do better job on that. Thanks a ton. Glad to have you here.

  3. I like the suspense built and I was somewhere expecting to turn right but it caught me when the twist turned left…that is the craft of your fiction Shashank….you like to surprise me with being unpredictable and make me smile in the end!

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