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by deeps
Rated: E · Short Story · Contest Entry · #1475037
This story is for "Breakfast Club of Writers Contest"
“Life is not about destiny it’s about choice.”

This phrase was punch line of my life. I don’t exactly remember when I first heard this line, but I always blindly followed it without a second thought. I always felt that whatever happens, my life will be according to my own choice, my own decision. This attitude had helped me a lot, but today this attitude has destroyed my world.



About five years ago, I had graduated from my college, I was a sharp student and getting a job was an easy thing for me. I got two options one to go abroad i.e. London and work with Global Tech. company. Other option was to stay and work with a local company. The choice was easy, and I had no doubt I have to go abroad.



The first time when I told my mom about the two offers, she had some different plans for me. She expected me to settle down in our hometown itself, get married and take care of her. I was totally distressed by all the emotional drama that took place each and everyday in my house.



My mom one day came near me, softly touched my hand and said "Son I am now old and I need you. After your father died I struggled hard to bring you up, to support your education and now I want to relax, now I want you to take charge of household responsibility get married and settle down here with me. After all, this is your responsibility. And I think this is part of our destiny."



As soon as my mother used the word "Destiny", the phrase "Life is not about destiny it’s about choice." danced in my mind and now I knew more firmly that I don't have to fail in front of destiny. It was a war between my destiny and my choices and my choice has to win.



Some how I manage to convince my mom. And I left for London, for my new job of my own choice.



My new job was great; Global Tech was dealing with banking domain. Life in London was great, everything seem perfect. I missed my mom, tried to convince her to come and stay with me, but she denied. She said “I am happy where I am and it’s my destiny and my luck to die where I was born”.



Soon I got married to Reena, and in a year we had a sweet baby girl. I was one of the happiest person in the world. Life was great.



Then my one wrong choice changed our life. Our firm was dealing with a very confidential project of United Bank. And I was the project manager. Things were going on smoothly when one day, a rival bank executive approached me and offered me good sum of money to leak some confidential information.



I discussed this with Reena; her instant reaction was “NO! We are not going to do this. We are happy in our life. And we don’t need to take such risk”.



But for me it was a large amount of money, and it was not that dangerous. I just have to tell them some information, which I thought was not end of the world. And I can be happy all my life. I was already floating in dreams of a never ending luxurious life.



I had made my choice. I wanted to change my life; I was not ready to rely on unknown destiny to take over my dreams. So I leaked the information.



For a week, things were fine. But then my world went upside down. Police investigation started, and I was loosing control over everything. I knew some or other day I will be caught. I decided to flee away from the country and return back to my home town, I knew I will be safe there, I just wanted to be get back home, I just wanted to be with my mom.



But the day we left from home to the airport, we were chased by police. Things were totally out of my hands, I was scare, and all I wanted was to just run away from the situation as soon as possible. In the whole chaos, we had an accident, my little baby and Reena died in the accident. But I was still alive.



Then started a never ending phase of Judgment, trials, sessions — guilty, not guilty. Finally I was proved guilty and court sentence me jail for seven years. When the news reached my mom, my mom had a heart attack, and she died.



Today I am in Central Jail, totally shattered. But still every day the phrase crosses my mind “Life is not about destiny it’s about choice” and I laugh at myself. Because now I don’t have any choice left, I don’t have a family, I don’t have a life to leave, my soul has died and I don’t have a destiny, this is End of My Destiny.

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