Utopia : Midnight : Part 1

Disclaimer : I choose to name the stage around my story 'Utopia' to simply not exhibit my weakness in Geography - For Utopia is like infinity - to each ones own definition. Thankfully.

Surrounded by Lush green mountains that brought the smell of fresh tea leaves with every breeze that blew, a waterfall that never dried and constantly hummed a happy tune, birds fluttering around posing a million hues was Utopia. The people of Utopia were silent and spoke only when needed - in perfect harmony with the ecology around. A village modestly populated and thrived on its tea cultivation. It was 6a.m. and the sun was up and blazing already. The birds had already left their nests in search of food for the day.
The morning breeze began to blow accompanied by a soft tune. A tune people wished would never cease to be heard. A tune so amorous that kept calling her divine love to come to her faster. Begane baaro.
Vanshika closed her eyes so she could picture him clearly and her breath spontaneously played the tune running in her mind. How well her flute always understood her. Her shift would begin in three minutes. Although her friends started late and took extended breaks, she never would. Because it was in her nature to be true and so had she been all this while. She finished the song, tucked her flute into her gunny bag, put on her gloves and picked her sickle. She was getting to work.
"Why does it have to stop" wondered Vyaas. He was new to Utopia and immediately found a job at the estate. He fell in love with the place the moment he had set foot. Who wouldnt he thought. He came to town all alone. His parents had perished in the flood and the government was kind enough to bring him here. He wanted a job and he relentlessly searched until he found one. He was used to being at work and enjoyed it. He normally left early for work and found the time to get a few stretches. And that was the time he heard it like clockwork. He closed his eyes to let the tune sink in and felt the warmth flow with his blood. He had been hearing the music for a week now and he somehow knew it would be a woman. For he knew, for he felt, that it always called out to him.