Summertime Sadness- Part 2

Love had new definition in his life. His friend Danny had referred him to her (the girl of his dream) uncle's food station. He had no idea that she worked as the accountant cum waitress. The first day of his work was great surprise to him. Both were surprised to see each other. As the days passed, they became great buddies at work. He made sure that he was in her good books. He would fulfill all her desires like as if she was his little princess.

He did all her chores when she was in no mood to work. He mopped the floors for her as she hated doing that task.He found ways to be close to her. This was only way he could be close to her. Her smile was enough to make him forget everything.

Her spontaneous and crazy nature clicked him instantly. As soon as they step out of the station, they would indulge in crazy activities. They played around like children of crazy world. Then one fine night , out of blue moon, he slow danced with her. 

His love for her was growing day by day. Unfortunately he never let her know how she felt. He was still unsure about his love for her. Love was filled with complexity. Her random holding of his arm or playfully brushing her cheeks would always raise hopes within him.

He enjoyed spending time with her. She completed the blanks in his life. Whatever he missed in previous relationships, she fulfilled them.

Whenever she spoke to any guy , it made him feel insecure. She was his ' Mona' but did her heart belong to him was unsolved mystery. 

(To be continued)

Summertime Sadness- Part 1

The clock had struck the same time he had first seen her. It was the same season.. the bloody hot summer with temperature soaring to peak high. The sky was cloudless. The sun was gleaming proudly at him, reminding him of the time he wished didn't arrive.

He sat, staring at the ceiling of the old church. It reminded of that unfortunate day. He was waiting for her the same way he was waiting now. Her silence had neither silenced his heart beats nor reduced the hopes. He loved her too much to forget her. She had become a part of his life though he knew nothing about her.

His friends called him love struck. They mocked at him for wasting his time on this one sided love. But he didn't care. He didn't listen to them. He always hoped that one day she will let him into her life. Alas! That day never arrived. The wait continued while she moved on with her life.

She had brightest brown eyes and  sparkling smile that made half people in world go mad. Oh! He could never forget the day when he first saw her walk down aisle as maid of honor to the bride. The plain pink satin dress made her look more beautiful that day. Even the bride was sidelined by her beauty. Her dark black hair was braided perfectly, making her face clearly visible to eyes of her admirers. Her dusky skin tempted him to at least touch her once. 

He had lost his heart at first sight. Every time he walked up to her to talk to her, he developed cold feet. She was always surrounded by people. She was popular unlike him. He was just a nobody in her world. But that didn't stop him from pursuing her.

That day finally came when he approached her with confidence to only to be her friend. Anyway, at least it was beginning to new relationship. Sometimes he wondered whether he was too lucky to hail from the same state as she was. Maybe god had some plans for them. Maybe she was the one. After many failed relationships, he was ready for the girl who had stolen his heart at first sight.

(To be continued)

The Perfect Getaway- Part 12

He was shocked. His life was there and now he would be sent back to death bed which was only known to mortals of this dreadful earth. He shouldn't have sneaked out. He should have waited for the right time. The right time hadn't arrived yet.

He no longer liked surprises. He had started to detest them to the core. He had too many surprises for the day and he had enough of them. He was happy with the plain life. He cursed the time he had his eyes on her. He scolded himself for not controlling his lust for blood.

Life was the only thing he desired now. Oh! How he wished he could have his happy days back? This tension filled situation was not right for him. Risk taking ablity was not his cup of tea. He was used to old technique of seduction and killing the prey. He wished he hadn't listened to Nicole. Ah! So many unfulfilled fantansies. 

 His expressions were almost dead. It was like as if he knew his fate. " Your bite was terrible and so was ur stare.", she said. " What?", he asked , feeling mixture of shock and embarassment. " Yes, An old man can bite better than you even with his fake teeth. Your techniques are out dated. Haven't you seen the movies? Even the humans are better than you.", she mocked. His face turned red with embarassment. 

 " Your method of hynotizing the victim is too familiar. It's funny that you kept on trying even after so many failed attempts. Didn't you get any idea that I was not normal.", she said. He didn't have answer. He did notice that she was strange unlike his other victims. But never in his wildest dreams did he think that she was a monster. "I am a witch", she said, at last spelling out the truth to him. His jaws were open at the word witch.  How did he not come across that? He knew that the tribes of witches coming for them. But he never knew that she was the one.

He said no softly. His voice was too soft for her to hear.  "Serve me.", she said. " What!", he said in astonishment. "Serve you! Never! I am my own boss.", he continued. " I didn't request you. I am ordering you.", she said politely. " I don't take orders.", he said. " Now you will! Your life is in my hand. I can take your life whenever I want.", she said with folded hands. He huffed out like defiant child agreeing to the terms of his mother. The sun was out and new day was begun. So was his relationship with Hannah as her loyal servant had begun.


******   The End ******

The Perfect Getaway- Part 11

He wanted to run. But escaping from her was impossible. He was shocked, sacred and frustrated. There was no way out. His friend was dead meat. The girl was not easy. Gosh! He still couldn't believe that Hannah.. a sweet next door girl was terror in the house. 

" Awww, Frankie! Look at you, poor thing. I know how you are feeling.",she said, squeezing his cheeks gently. He smiled nervously. He looked everywhere helplessly. Indeed he was stuck in his own trap. " Don't think about that.", she said. " What?", he asked weakly." Escaping! I know it clearly that you want to escape. Do you know what? You are tiny ant and I could have stamped you quickly on the day when we first met. But I didn't.", she said.

"Don't kill me.", he begged. " Oh frankie baby! Everyone loves their life than anything else in world. What is love when you don't have life to enjoy it. So did I. I loved him so much without any expectations. You know what he did.. He left me at aisle for your evil friend.", she said with lot of hatred. 
 
Tiny drops appeared on Francois's eyes due to fear of life. He had to pay heavy for his foolish desire as well as Nicole's devil plans. If and only if Nicole could control her risk taking ability, he wouldn't facing this day in life. "Yes, your friend Nicole took away the life of my precious love . She also took away the only source of my life. I digged out your clan and the weakest link was sitting on the beach in the south of France. You were key to Nicole's death and killing you will be my mistake. You have helped me in some way.", she said while promising him that she will spare his life
 
He gasped out for some air. He still couldn't believe that his life was spared. He was in state.of disbelief. This was like a nightmare to him. He wanted to be at safe place away from her. He searched for perfect opportunity to runaway. He slightly got up and tried to sneak out. Unfortunately she turned to his side at that point.
 
" Wait! Where are you going? I am not done.", she said. He was done with her. He was relieved that his life was with him. Now he just wanted to leave and wondered what else she wanted to tell him. Or did she change her mind? The colour of his face changed with the very thought of losing his life again.

( To be continued)

The Perfect Getaway- Part 11

Nicole walked inside her room.  She thought about the girl. There must be something mysterious screaming out from Hannah's face. Who was she? What did Francois bring- A prey or hunter? Whatever she is, she was going out of this place, dead or alive. 

She walked outside to lounge area where Francois and Hannah sat, laughing and chatting to each other. " Who are you?", Nicole asked anxiously. " Nicole! What's wrong with you? Are you trying to act schizophrenic?", Francois joked. Nicole stared annoyingly at him. 

She got herself composed and ready to fight. " Really, who are you, Hannah? Are you a ghost hunter? If you are one, then you are hunting down the wrong people.", she said. Hannah looked startled and said in feeble voice, "What are you saying? Ghost hunter! I am an innocent tourist trying to have fun at strange place. Why would I want to kill? And you.. you are these good people who have treated me well." This made Nicole furious.

" Don't lie. I know who you are. A freaking ghost hunter. But you have no idea whom you are messing with. You don't know that what kind of monsters we are. We are too dangerous for even the most powerful of us.", Nicole said while colour of her pupils changed from grey to evil silver.

The smile vanished from Hannah's lips. Her expression were neither of scared ghost hunter nor weak human. The features of her face hardened and her eyes emitted cold sparkle. She got up with vengeance like as if the time arrived to disclose her truth.

Hannah walked close towards Nicole. What she did later shocked Francois. She grabbed Nicole by her neck and twisted her until she tore her ( Nicole) head apart from the bod. She threw her head like a football. Nicole's body burnt itself. Hannah chanted spells softly while licking her fingers in order to clean them from the blood of Nicole. Francois was speechless. He had lost a friend. He was staring at a girl whose blood he had desired while she murdered his friend in cold blood.

(To be continued)

The Perfect Getaway- Part 10

She came with him without asking any question for the first time. She didn't utter a word or make a noise. It was strange. He tried to break the silence but her responses was only a nod. ' Maybe she takes time to let people in. She did the same with him.", he wondered.

When she met Nicole, she was stunned. She felt as if she was meeting someone so familiar.. someone she knew for many years... someone whom she wanted to meet for a long time.

She disliked her instantly. Nicole didn't have to introduce herself. Her smoky grey eyes, dark black hair and a smile that held secrets of her real desires was enough to make Hanna hate her for no reason. " Hi Hanna. I have heard a lot about you. Frankie.. Francois speaks lot about you.", Nicole said in thick English accent unlike her friend. Hannah smirked at her and gave her the most artificial hug.

Nicole was good hostess indeed. She made sure Hannah was served with care. Obviously Hannah was the lamb amongst the lions present and she was supposed to be well fed. A well fed and happy prey was good to taste. This was a rule that Nicole and her clan followed.

Hannah wanted to go home. Though Nicole was good at treating her well, she felt there was something wrong. Maybe she was too shy to let people in. Nicole was overly friendly towards her. She felt threatened by this nature of Nicole. " Maybe I have been surrounded by people like me. She is different.", she wondered.

Nicole felt strange about this mystery girl.Something wasn't right. Hannah's reserved nature held so many hidden mysteries screaming out of her. Who was this strange girl? Hannah's nervous smile, petal shaped eyes filled with suspicious thoughts and quiet demure aroused some unanswered questions in Nicole's mind. Is she ghost hunter? 

(To be continued)

The Perfect Getaway- Part 9

She was difficult to impress. She would outsmart him every way. She was bestowed with beauty as well as brain. He had charmed every girl with his lies about world around him. They never questioned him like her. Every sentence he uttered led her to ask questions to him. Her non stop questioning made him nervous and he would stop talking.

Her past was something she rarely discussed .  Every time he changed the subject to her life, she would avoid by either getting furious or with any other topic which was never related to her. She was complicated.. unsolved mystery that had awaken his inquisitive mind. He wanted to know this mysterious girl. Who was she? 

Human needs are complicated and interlinked. Both of them had different needs . One was trying to free her heart from the pain while the other was in love with blood of the human. Hannah forgot the pain with him while Francois was very determined to get her blood. 

He waited for perfect opportunity to bite her. It never came. As he sat, pondering on how to extract blood from her on clear blue sky afternoon at Nicole ( Cheteau)'s summer house.  " You are thinking too much. If I were you, I would just pounce on my prey than seduce it. She is human, Francois. La Morde!", Nicole said.

He kept quiet. Nicole was right but he enjoyed to hunt his prey in slow way rather pouncing on them. Nicole was quick and aggressive. However she didn't realize that her quick aggressive acts had raised doubts in the world parallel to their world. She was getting overconfident after killing the small time sorcerer. It was getting dangerous and there were rumours that the some witches had started killing their clan one by one. 

" Why don't you bring her here? ", she asked, distracting him from his thoughts. "No way! She is mine. I won't share.", he said. "Ok! I won't touch her. But if you don't , then she will someone else. You are my dear friend and out of skills. Let me help you. I will only have drop of her or if you want , I will only show you how to do it quick.", she said. He couldn't say no to her. She was genuine friend who always helped him when he was in confusion like this one. He decided to take her to Nicole.

(To be continued)

The Perfect Getaway - Part 8

She was sitting in the cafe and reading a book. It was blue sunny day.. perfect for swim.. perfect for a stroll... perfect for love.. perfect for many other nice things. But she was not at all interested in for swim or stroll or love. A book was only ideal option she had to spend her time. Unfortunately her mind was fixed in previous incidents.

She hadn't got over the last afternoon events when she saw him standing in front of her. Not again! Some people don't change. He smiled at her , hoping to change her mood. She smirked at him. He didn't care and took a seat.

She didn't get up and she was tired of running away. She sat at the same place. As she quietly spent her time, he started searching way to speak to her. He saw a waiter coming towards their table with the cup of hot coffee. An idea struck him. He tripped the waiter as soon as he was close to their table. The hot coffee fell on her soft hands and large drop fell on the book,staining the pages. 

She was furious and turned towards the waiter. She stared at him with burning eyes. The waiter quickly got up and ran for his life. The time wasn't exactly right. But he didn't want to take any chances. He wanted her. 
 " Sorry!", he asked for forgiveness and knew he wouldn't get . 

" For what?", she asked. " ( He laughs) You forgot!", he said in thick french accent. " What!! I haven't forgiven you for anything.", she said. " Why?  I am sorry for flirting with you. You are so pretty and no guy would ever not glance at you with love.", he said. What he said did seem right. She was not going to lose anything by forgiving someone. He hadn't committed any heinous crime. It was harmless flirting. She forgave him at last and made it clear they were just friends.

Everything was normal. He had to take things slowly. He was okay to being friends with her. But there was something in her that raised so many doubts in him. Why did she shy away whenever he spoke about love? Why was she not getting charmed by any of his tricks? She was different from all the other preys he had hunted.

(To be continued)

The perfect Getaway- Part 7

She didn't forgive him and left him alone in wilderness of Chateau wine yard. He looked at her like a lost lion gazing at it's tempting prey. A pure blood was gone. His desire to drain her to his heart's fill remained unfulfilled for the day.He wished he could replay the events and changed what had happened.

He didn't give up. He would drop in wherever she went. Her scent was enough for him to locate her. But she was smart unlike her kind. She would vanish whenever she spotted her. Chasing her was an impossible task. He was in state where he wanted to leave this chase but his ego continued to fight to get 

He found ways to be with her. He tried to rekindle his friendship with her but she was too adamant.  It didn't work out for him. He was fed up but his need didn't let him sit in peace. He pursued her with even more determination. He needed her. 

Love is sweet yet sour. She had begun to live life and forget past. But this absurd stranger was making it difficult to erase the past.. erase love out of her life. She wasn't attracted to him. But she had that feeling that he was flirting with her for some unknown reason. She was aware that all guys were same. No one was going to be shining armour man.

He followed her everywhere like lost dog. She pushed him aside. One fine day, it had become too much for her to handle him. He had followed her as usual and she was strolling normally. When she noticed this, she increased pace and screamed loudly for help. People gathered and some concerned men asked her what had happened. She narrated them whole story.

Then they hit him badly with stones and pebbles. He was wounded badly by brutal hits. He could have thrashed them in one hand. But he didn't want to disclose his identity in public. It was against the code of cold blooded creatures. In the hotel room, images of him being wounded brutally circled her mind. Was she hard to him? But he was a stranger and this was a strange land. She had learnt as a child that never to believe strangers.

(To be continued)

The Perfect Getaway - Part 6

He stopped her by grabbing her arm. She turned around in quick spin and was really close to him. His firm grip was too painful for her to bear. Anger turned her snow white skin into tomato red.  Suddenly her soft skin turned hot and he  quickly released her. 

He stared at her right at her eyes. This was one of his method of turning his prey docile. He stared hard at her with only purpose to get his desire into her mind. The colour of his pupil had changed. It was more like teleportation. He had done this to most of his hunts and it had worked. He was counting on this.

"What are you doing?",she asked. It broke his focus. He came back to the same place where he had started. " Nothing!", he replied. " No, you were staring at me.", she said. " I wasn't.", he said. " Ok fine! Whatever", she snapped.

He was surprised that he couldn't change her mind through staring at her. How was this impossible? Every human could be hypnotized by his stare. He gulped at the thought that she was aware what he was doing. Maybe she was wearing her contacts. Maybe that's why it didn't work.

He felt like a failure. He should have checked this before. Now he had to come up with another lie to cover his act. He thought about various excuses and felt vulnerable for the first time to come up without any lie. It had become difficult to impress her.

He quickly knelt down and asked her for forgiveness and second chance. She felt embarrassed. Why was he doing this? He seemed weird to her. First he tried to kiss her neck and then hold hands. Now he tried to threaten  her with those looks after she stopped him from kissing her.

(To be continued)

The perfect getaway- Part 5

The next day he prayed that she forgot the last day incident. He waited for her in an hour earlier than the usual time they were supposed to meet. He couldn't wait for to see her reaction. She wasn't too smart or innocent to overlook his actions. He had to know what's going on in her mind-A gift which he cherished throughout his hundred years of immortal life. 

She was fine. She looked normal. Humans are so unaware about their surroundings. They miss tiny details that happen around them. He released tiny deep breath. He was back to his business of showing around. He had to make sure he didn't make any mistakes this time.

He had to find the right place to charm her into his trap of love. So he searched for the perfect place after dropping her back. He had zeroed to one place- Chetaeu's vineyard. Nicole Chetaeu , his dear owned that farm. It was open to all his nasty business. He tried to use the other method of seducing her and thus took her to vineyard.

When he bought her to the vine yard, she was captivated with the vast farm. The grape vines bore the blend of grenache, cinsault and mourvèdregrenache.  He explained her about the history of the farm as well as the process used to prepare the wine.But he hid few secrets like it would turn into playground of the cold blooded monster where human blood was savored as if it was red wine. 

He was forcing his fingers into her delicate fingers. She would release when he held her hands. He tried to get closer to her while she would stay away. It was her third glass and she wasn't high. He had almost kissed her. She felt funny. What was he doing ? She quickly got up and was ready to leave  He failed again. What was he going to do?

He was going to lose the precious blood of pure human like her. He couldn't lose this opportunity like this one. It would be shame to hundred and odd year old  vampire to lose his art of hunting down his prey. He was known as the master in seduction and slow hunting. He would be laughing stock if Nicole found out that he couldn't seduce this pure angel. 

(To be continued)

The Perfect Getaway- Part 4

Who was he to stop her?, she thought deeply. She was never held at such intense gaze since her dreadful love. The memories of those painful days when love was sweet and forever replayed in her mind. Now when she try to evade those thoughts, this very annoying stranger reminded her.  But she wished it was someone else who stopped her from leaving.. from running away from her life. Unfortunately he was not going to come back.

" Where are you going? The museum is this way. Come, follow me.", he said , grabbing her hand and pulling towards the road she didn't want to go especially with him. She tried to get away but his clutch was too firm. " Hey, what you are doing? Don't touch me.", she said firmly. " Desole. I didn't mean to.", he quickly apologized with embarrassed look on his face. She walked past him to find herself standing in front of the museum. He had  taken her to the museum she wanted to go. 

She apologized to him. He smiled. His smile would have melted any girl in her place. But she didn't melt. As she was inside the museum, she was amazed by the displays of sculptures, paintings and engravings bequeathed by Matisse. She was very engrossed in it while he followed her like Mary's little lamb. He only gazed at the expressions of wonderment she made when she saw something nice.

When she had completed the tour of the museum, she saw that he was still with her. " You still here. Strange! Don't you have friends or lover waiting for you ?  Do you simply grope young solitary women?", she asked like a curious child but she was actually mocking him. He laughed and replied, " No, I am only trying to be good citizen by helping a tourist. Is it harmful from the place you come from?" She smiled though it wasn't deep down from her heart. " Are you hungry?", he asked. She was certainly famished and simply nodded. Finally they broke the ice. 

After lunch at small cafe, he showed her the other places in Nice. He took her to flower market where she bought some seeds of marigold. Then they walked for sometime on soft wet sand near the shore of the beach. They spoke about life and hobbies like the way strangers disclose about themselves to each other for the first time. He flirted at her for quite some time but she didn't get affected or show interest to his advances.

He dropped her at her hotel. As she wished him good night, he grabbed her. He pulled her by her hair where he put his mouth closer to her neck to bite her. His fangs had become visible. She was shocked by sudden actions taking place. She pushed him aside with great effort. "What are you doing?", she screamed. He quickly stopped from what he was doing. He looked at her shocked face. " Nothing! There was a bug. I...", he stammered and quickly took out the small insect crawling on her neck. He thanked the insect for being there for him.


( To be continued)

The Perfect Getaway- Part 3

It had been hours since she walked out. She passed tiny shops, restaurants and hotels. She didn't have any idea which way she was walking. It was supposed to be a harmless walk around the strange new city after not
so good conversation with the hot not so trustworthy person. She had come across dainty museum in the tour guide booklet. It had been hours since she had been walking and there was no sign of museum.

Her legs ached. She didn't stop though she was lost. She continued towards the wrong road, misguided by her sweet conscious and helpful localities. Finally her legs couldn't tolerate the physical pain any longer. 

She sat down on the pavement due to physical and mental exhaust. She had decided to head back to hotel when hot not so trustworthy man appeared from nowhere. His presence startled her. 

Not again! He was prime reason for running away and getting lost. Now she didn't realize where she was. Unfortunately she wasn't in state to believe anyone. When heart breaks, trusting someone is impossible. Her love was her true best friend and she had lost him. With loss of friendship, her trust on any human be it mortal or immortal was a serious question.

"You are lost. I can help you.", he said. She didn't answer. She looked down. He sat next to her on the pavement. " Are you heading to the hotel?",he continued.  She pretended as if she didn't listen to him and stared at the guide booklet. She was on the right track. Where did she miss? " Oh so you want to visit the Matisse Musuem?", he asked, trying to break the cold ice.

She got up and walked away. This time she increases her pace though her leg begs to stop.  But he stopped her. How did he do that? Her heart beat stopped beating. Her pulse rate increased.Will he do some harm to her? What was he going to do? She didn't want to know. She simply remained calm when deep inside her she wanted to scream.

(To  be continued)

The Perfect Getaway- Part 2

Aha! How about a perfect getaway.. A break from all these problems. A break to rejuvenate the soul and mind. A break that may lead her to new love which will be truly hers. Wait! Love! This getaway was to get her away from love. She will stay away from this miserable love or anything that deals with love. She started  thinking about places she wanted to go. Voila ! She found it. South of France was a perfect getaway.

It had always been her secret desire during her teenage years to visit South of France. However she never got opportunity to fulfill this dream. But it was perfect opportunity now. So the next day she got the tickets booked to Nice (city located in South of France.  She reached Nice after approximately six hours of travel on a normal Saturday.

The drive from the airport to the hotel was mesmerizing one. She didn't change and left her backpack in the room. The excitement to check out the new place had made her not sit down for even one second.She had walked around the place with small piece of map.

She finally rested herself at small cafe located at the beach. A man sitting across her was staring at her for quite some time. He looked too good to be bad boy. Maybe his good boy looks had charmed many ladies into his trap. His short crop brown hair and smoking hot grey eyes were enough to make any woman fall for him at one glance. His broad chest ,chiseled arms and six pack abs made him desirable man amongst the men in this popular city. He observed his next target with great interest.

He walked towards her with his usual method of flirting with her. He was sure that she would never say no to him. " Salut , je suis francois Augustin Bellamy", he said. She looked at him with startled expression. He quickly translated her, " I am sorry. You look French to me. I am Francois Augustin Bellamy."  " Hi, I am Hannah", she said. " You travel alone? ", he asked in his french accent, trying hard to speak in English.
She went in deep thought. Should I believe this stranger? What if he was a kidnapper? She quickly got up from her seat and walked away. He simply stood staring at her. He had never been rebuffed by a lady. But she was some strange woman he had met. This didn't stop him to pursue her harder.

(To be continued)

The Perfect Getaway- Part 1

She stood at the altar in her white bridal dress. She looked like an angel fallen from the heaven above, waiting for love of her life. The excitement of new bride sparkled from her eyes. Her fair skin resembled the snow white beauty with natural blush enhancing her beauty. Her copper red hair was perfectly made into bun which might have taken hours due to it's unruly nature. However few strands had managed to break out of the bun.

It had been hours. There were soft whispers about her late bird 'groom'. Where was he? Why couldn't be on time at this special occasion? Her heart questioned her like innocent child out of curiosity. Did he get weak knee about this marriage stuff? No! This can't be !  Love is reckless, her conscious advised. Did she make such decision due to reckless love without even thinking of possibilities?

She didn't cry. Crying is for weak hearted souls.She was definitely not weak. She had learnt the art of being unaffected by decision she makes or people she lets inside her life. Maybe he was held up somewhere. He would surprise her within few minutes. She was ready to be surprised and wait for him. She had waited for him for many years and few minutes were nothing.

A small girl ran towards her with piece of paper. She handed the paper to the bride. The bride looked at paper. It was old and yellowish paper. She recognized the neat calligraphic handwriting. It was from him. He had asked for forgiveness and mentioned that he had found new love. He had also mentioned that he wasn't ready to commit and was deeply smitten by new love. Hence he had left her because he did not want to destroy three lives due to this marriage. She was in pain.  She was devastated. She needed something to soothe the pain. 

She threw the bridal bouquet and stomped outside the church. Her subconscious mocked at her ignorance and soft nature. She wanted to scream at highest level the sound could reach. She wanted to destroy his life. How dare he says that he didn't want to destroy three lives? He had broken her heart, tore her belief and killed her love only because he didn't want to destroy three lives. The demons inside her laughed at this terrible joke.

She spent the whole night thinking about how she could break out of this mess. What she could do to come out of this messy heartbreak? Will she send a bounty hunter to get him killed? Will she go and catch him red handed with his lady love and kill them instantly? Many ideas struck her head. But she couldn't zero on one idea. 


(To be continued)

Solitary Love - Part 21

Love seemed such an irony to him. He was living life with a lie all this time. The truth was bitter painful. It ripped his heart and soul. He wondered, " Maybe it was one of Willington's trick to break him."  How can anyone lie about one's wife death? Willington maybe the most cold person in the planet earth but he loved his wife to highest degree of madness. Willington's eyes said it all- she was no more.

Her beautiful face, green emralad eyes and long blond hair replayed in his mind time to time. Her careless smile, sweet voice, polite manners and thick British tone reminded him about the memories he shared with her. No one in this ground could measure his love for her. 

He hadn't heard the words the Jamedar had said. He had even missed out the death sentence ordered by jemadar. He was engrossed in deep thoughts about all those days when he worried about her existence. He had prayed for her well being without a slightest thought that she was already gone ... far, far away.

"Do you have any last wish?", asked jamedar. These words were the only words he had heard. Last wish ! He had no wishes or desires. The only hope, wish or desire or whatever it was had gone. It didn't take him minutes to speak his " Death!", he said in careless voice.

Everyone was shocked. They hadn't seen anyone who desired death so much. He had asked for death. Did he know what he was asking? Some pitied him for losing his mind. Some acknowledged his boldness to ask for death out rightly. Some like Willington mocked him and called him foolish. "Do you know what you are asking?", Willington asked. Srinivasan replied back through chanting the verses from his poem.

"Life is irony,
 a joke filled with misery
where I can neither cry
nor can I smile.

Death is sweet,
an end to hopelessness
an end to painless emotions
an end to a lie
I had in my heart
for so long and forever"

He smiled while they looked at him confused. What were they supposed to do? If they gave him life, it was of no use. If they gave him death, he would be happy. Before they could act, he forced the guard to pull out the trigger of the rifle at his heart. It missed and instead hit his chest. He was swinging between life and death while he smiled at the people who caused this.