“You just have a few moments left,” said the doctor. Her tone was firm yet sad. She felt sorry for the patient lying infront of her. The patient was in her early twenties. The girl looked pale yet beautiful even in the hospital bed. The death bed. Noor was lying in the bed wearing amber coloured medical dress given to the patients. Everbody stood before her eyes. Her parents. Her siblings. And her relatives. She could see everyone going through a different set of emotions. She didn’t want anyone to cry. She knew that she had a few moments left.

“Do you have any last wish ?” asked Noor’s mother. It was perhaps the most difficult question she would have ever asked anyone in her entire life. She wanted to cry and was in agony. She would have used these moments howling and complaining. Instead, she chose it to spend the last few moments confidently with her daughter. Noor was in deep pain. She could see and experience death from very close. She wanted to say something but was unable to. With alot of courage, she managed to utter a single word, “Maa ! S, S.”

“Come on! Speak up”, said Noor’s mom. “Sargun! I want her here.” No sooner did she say that than the graph on the ventilator started to go slow. Soon, her heart was about to stop. She couldn’t breathe and the doctors put an oxygen mask on her face. The amount of pain that she was going through was could be seen on her face clearly. It was unbearable. People and images infront of her began to fade. She could see her life going away from her. Her vision become blur.

She just wanted to see Sargun for the last time. Deep inside, she was praying for her to reach soon. Very soon for Noor had very less time left. But, she thought that she would have to leave before saying the last goodbye to her friend. Suddenly, everyone was shocked to see a smile on Noor’s face. Perhaps, the last smile. Her face lit up with a pretty smile when she saw Sargun came running towards her. No sooner did Sargun hold Noor’s hand than Noor’s vision became black. “Hey Noor! I’m here,” said Sargun. The graph on the ventilator drew straight. Noor’s eyes were closed now. Her one hand rested peacefully in her mum’s hand and the other one in Sargun’s palm.

“Noor!” shouted Sargun. She was shouting her name loudly, constantly. “Noor! BLOODY YOU NEED TO GET UP, you wanted to talk to me, right? GET UP!,” said Sargun fiercly. Sargun was almost crying now. She had tears of repentance that she made it late to the hospital. Sargun was howling and screaming when suddenly she glanced on a green packet lying beside Noor’s bed which had Sargun’s name on it. The packet was completely sealed with multiple scotch tapes on it. The packet read, ‘FOR SARGUN, FROM NOOR.’

By looking at Noor’s handwriting, tears rolled down from Sargun’s eyes. Her heart was broken. She weeped. But, she was curious and very eager to break the seal of the green envelope. Hardly had she opened the packet when she was completely shocked. Her fingers became numb and her face grew pale. Inside the packet, lied a picture of a man and some bloodstained letters. She unfolded the first letter and it read

” DEAR SARGUN ! I WILL BE GONE WHEN YOU READ THIS. FIRSTLY, I WANT TO SAY THANK YOU FOR BEING A PART OF MY LIFE. THERE ARE THREE LETTERS, THIS IS THE FIRST ONE. YOU HAVE TO OPEN THE OTHER TWO LETTERS CONSECUTIVELY AFTER A WEEK FROM NOW. ENCLOSED IN THIS PACKET IS A PICTURE. A VERY IMPORTANT PICTURE. TONIGHT AFTER CREMATION, YOU HAVE A PLACE TO GO. THE ADDRESS IS #3, MARKSMAN VILLAGE, MARON ROAD, PUNJAB. ONCE YOU GO THERE, YOU’LL KNOW WHAT TO DO NEXT. AND REMEMBER TO GO ALONE. THANK YOU.”

Sargun was Noor’s best friend since childhood. Their friendship was different. They didn’t click much pictures or gossiped alot unlike other teenagers. But, there was something different about the two that people often envied. Immense faith and trust on each other had made their friendship grow popular among peers.

Noor’s body was given to her parents and the cremation was done. Everyone was crying for Noor was just twenty four. Too young to die. Her mother had to be hospitalized in order to bear with the trauma of her young daughter’s death. Everyone else was equally affected.

“Hey, which was is house no. 3 on this road?” asked Sargun to a passerby. “Go straight and take the second left and it will be on your right side.” Soon, Sargun reached the place and parked her jeep. The house was in a dilapidated condition. The darkness of the night made it look even scarier. She entered and it seemed like no one had lived in there for years. There was dust all around. After walking a few steps, she tripped over something and fell down. There was a huge stone and on it was carved an ‘S’. She moved the stone aside and began to dig. She was taken aback when she saw that there lied a loaded gun and a bottle of alcohol. As soon as she saw a slip on them with Noor’s name, she took it and kept it in her bag. She started the car, pushed the accelerator and drove off.

While driving her jeep, Sargun was in a terrible conditon. She had loved her friend unconditionally and there she was- trying to make sense of whatever was happening. She was constantly thinking about Noor, Noor’s death and Noor’s mysterious letters. The rush of emotions and hormones inside Sargun’s body was getting uncontrollable. She couldn’t stop crying and exceeded the speed limit. While driving, she raised the volume of the music and screamed on top of her voice out of frustration. She was waiting eagerly for the following week to open the next letter.

With a cup of coffee in her hand, in her study room, Sargun opened the second letter. It read, “I HOPE YOU’VE GOT THE GUN AND WHISKEY. NOW, FOLLOW MY INSTRUCTIONS CAREFULLY SARGUN. ON THE 5th OF FEBRUARY, GO TO SIMON VILLAGE AND YOU WILL FIND A MAN THERE. HIS PICTURE IS ENCLOSED IN THIS PACKET. AS SOON AS YOU SPOT HIM, JUST SHOOT HIM IN THE HEAD. REMEMBER, ON HIS HEAD. HAVING DONE THAT, DRAG HIS BODY INTO YOUR JEEP AND DRIVE TO A PLACE ‘KHAMZAYA VILLAGE’ , 25 KM AWAY FROM SIMON VILLAGE. ONCE YOU REACH THERE, DIG A PIT AND DRAG HIS BODY INTO IT. HAVING DONE THAT, WASH THE GUN WITH ALCOHOL AND THROW IT INTO THE SAME PIT AND COVER THE THING. WITH THE REMAINING WHISKEY, WASH YOUR JEEP FROM INSIDE AND QUICKLY DRIVE TO THE AIRPORT. ON THE MORNING OF 6th AT SHARP 6.00 AM, I HAVE BOOKED YOUR FLIGHT TO CANADA. GOOD LUCK! “

“Can I have you passport please.” “Sure,” said Sargun. It was sixth of Feb and Sargun had beads of perspiration on her head while she checked in. After murdering a person successfully, she seated herself in the airplane. Her confidence was commendable. She executed the plan and boarded the plane without any uneasiness. “YES ! A glass of red wine please.” said Sargun. “Sure Ma’am,” replied air hostess with a warm smile. After having her glass, she relaxed herself. Taking into account that the woman sitting next to her was sleeping Sargun pulled out the last letter from her purse. It read

” GOOD JOB MY GIRL !!! I’M PROUD OF YOUR BRAVERY. I KNOW YOU WOULD FOLLOW MY INSTRUCTIONS. YOU MUST BE THINKING THAT WHY I MADE YOU A KILLER. WELL, THE ANSWER IS SIMPLE. THIS MAN KNEW OUR SECRET. THE SECRET THAT WE HAVE PRESERVED FOR YEARS. BUT NOW, AFTER MY DEATH, THIS MAN WOULD NOT REMAIN SILENT. IF THIS MAN HAD BEEN ALIVE, HE WOULD HAVE DESTROYED YOUR CAREER AND FUTURE BY BREAKING HIS SILENCE. BUT, SINCE YOU HAVE KILLED HIM, THERE IS NOTHING TO WORRY ABOUT. THE ONLY MAN WHO KNEW THE ‘GREATEST SECRET’ IS NOW DEAD. CHEERS TO YOUR NEW LIFE !! AND GOODBYE MY FRIEND, THIS IS THE LAST GOODBYE. “

6 thoughts on “The Secret

  1. Very well narrated, if with a writing you are visualizing and at the same time that piece of writing kept you captivating through the journey that’s a nice piece of work and that’s what this short story is.
    Thanks.

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  2. Wowww!! The story is sooo good. I love the way the friend did just exactly she was directed without even bieng suspicious of what it would lead to!!! Good job. 🥰🥰

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  3. Very well written!!really liked the whole story, however I have some question that I would like you to answer.
    1. What made you to start writing stories?
    2.Why did you have used your own name as the main character of the story?
    3. What’s the greatest secret in the story?
    4. Why sargun would do something which is ethically not right and didn’t she had the curiosity to open all the packets at once cause by the end of the day, we all are humans and humans do make mistakes sometimes.

    You are a great writer cause i really enjoyed reading your story!!God bless you dear.

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  4. Didi….it is penned so beautifully….. The story touched my heart seriously…. Now I came to know about ur friendship with sargun didi😊
    It grew my curiosity after reading each line….Very emotional and interesting story….
    May god never break ur friendship 🙏
    Keep up the good work 👍
    All the best😊

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  5. Very interesting! I started reading this story in rush to have an idea but it caught my attention so deep, that I sat on my couch to read it till end. Quite Impressive! Congrats Noor!

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