21-01-2019, 03:48 PM
I can’t tolerate him here. I have to talk to Ramesh, she thought once Pappu disappeared out of her sight. As he walked toward her holding the glass of water she wondered why he was thinking about her and why was there bulge in his pant when he thought. Was he interested in her in sexual way? Thought seemed uncomfortable and disgusting. Shaking her head slightly she grabbed the glass from him and drinking it gave it back to him. Feeling of restlessness was rising within her. She wanted to clarify the issue with him but decided against it, thinking that it was unnecessary for he wouldn’t be staying here long. She would convince Ramesh to fire him.
****
Next day in the evening Dipti lay on the bed in her bedroom, wondering why Ramesh didn’t tell her that he was going to Chandrapur. He came in the afternoon, packed his bag and left, saying he would be back after two days. It was weird. Yesterday evening he had come very late from office and had gone to sleep straight away. She couldn’t talk to him about Pappu. In fact she couldn’t talk to him about anything. Was he angry with her?
She closed her eyes, trying to stable her restless mind. Soon she felt drifting into a sleep. She had already taken the dinner and she wasn’t in the mood to watch TV so sleeping seemed good idea. There was only one thing which bothered her. She wasn’t sure whether she had bolted her bedroom door or not. Gripped in the drowsiness of sleep she didn’t felt like going to the door to check for the bolt, though her inner voice was prompting her to go check for it again and again. Soon all the worries and thoughts vanished and she drifted into a deep sleep.
****
Ramesh stood in front of main door of his house, thinking. He knew if he stepped in there would be no turning back. He decided to think about it again.
Was it necessary to kill Dipti? Was there no other way?
Had there been another way he wouldn’t have planned to kill her, he reasoned. This was the only way. Moreover there was no need to be sentimental about Dipti. She was unfaithful and treacherous wife. She didn’t deserve to live. She must die. Her death would open the way for him to get united with his love. Yes, she had to die come what may.
Taking deep confident breath he pulled mask from his pocket and wore it on his face. He didn’t want her to see who was killing her. That way her ghost wouldn’t come after me for she wouldn’t be knowing who killed her, he thought in a lighter way.
Then he pulled the key for the inbuilt door lock from his pocket. In the morning while going to the office he had took with him the original key to get duplicate from the key maker. When he had come back in the afternoon he had returned the original key to the kitchen where it lay normally. Thankfully there wasn’t bolt on the door otherwise this approach would have been meaningless.
As he tried to put the key in the lock, door moved slightly inward. Door is open?
It was strange. Has Dipti forgotten to lock the door? Well whatever now there was one more reason to kill her. Such careless bitch shouldn’t live.
Long creepy bays of street dogs pulled Dipti out of her sleep suddenly and with a sense of fear she shifted uncomfortably on the bed. On any other night she wouldn’t have cared for these sounds but fact that she was all alone in the bedroom raised level of her adrenaline. Don’t know why but she felt as if she had heard the sound of main door open. It was protracted creaking. Suddenly she realized that bedroom door was open and with great urgency she jumped off the bed and rushed to the door to close it, cursing herself why didn’t she bolt the door before sleeping.
As she reached the door she noticed that there was no light at the threshold. It seemed weird. Light from kitchen kept whole living room in dim light. Same light also lit the space below bedroom door. Did Pappu switch off the kitchen light … stupid boy, she thought.
Out of curiosity she pulled the door open and peeked out. There was total darkness throughout the living room. Kitchen light was off.
Just then she felt the presence of someone in the living room, someone dangerous. Did someone break into the house? This feeling was so strong that she quickly pulled her neck back and fumbled for the bolt, which seemed to disappear from the door. Before she could get hold of the bolt she was pushed very hard away from the door. Impact of this was so strong that her head hit at the wall and intense wave of pain travelled through her. But there was no time to cry over this, her life was in danger. She had to keep courage. She rushed to her bed and grabbed the knife which lay on bedside table. After dinner she had used this knife to cut apple. It wasn’t big weapon but right now it was only defense available. She didn’t switch on the light for darkness looked beneficial at the moment. Holding the knife she went into the corner, her hands shaking. She wasn’t sure whether she would be able to use the knife if it came to it. She hadn’t killed even mice in her life. But since her life was in danger she wouldn’t hesitate, she decided. But this decision seemed hollow for it seemed that there was no strength in her hands.
She heard footsteps approaching and before long a shadow emerged. It was difficult to figure who it was. But one thing was certain he was the same killer who had murdered four women in this area. Perhaps he knew that she was alone in the house and grabbed the opportunity to kill her.
Just then creaking sound from main door emerged again and she saw a shadow rushing out from the main door. She was confused as to who could be on the door at this time. The way intruder has rushed out from the bedroom it was clear that he hadn’t expected this event.
Ramesh pushed the door slowly but still bloody rusty hinges cried, disturbing the stillness of night. For a moment he stood confused at the threshold, not sure what to do, but he cursed himself for being careless. He should have been careful about the door. Then his attention went to the total darkness in the living room and he shot a confusing glance toward the kitchen. Kitchen’s light was off. But why?
Just then he heard footsteps. Sound had come from the bedroom. Suspecting that he had woken up Dipti, Ramesh rushed toward the sofa to take cover. Somehow it seemed good to him that Dipti was coming out from the bedroom. His work was half done that way. In any case he was going to knock at the door to wake her up and stab her once she opened the door. Now she was coming to him to get killed. He grinned silently.
His grinning turned into confusion when he saw a shadow rushing out from the main door. From the appearance it was clear that it was shadow of a man. He couldn’t figure who he might be. Has Dipti called someone to enjoy behind his back? Bitch.
Then he thought about the killings of women in this area. Was he killer who had come to kill Dipti and after finishing his job rushed out. It was possible.
Ramesh drew deep breath and hoped that he hadn’t disturbed the killer in the middle of his killing sport. Shaking the thought away he rose and holding the knife in his hand walked silently to the bedroom, hoping to find dead body of Dipti stained in the blood.
Reaching the bedroom he found the door open. As he stepped in the bedroom he tightened the grip on the knife. If she was still alive he would finish the job on behalf of the killer.
He found her standing in the corner, alive. Damn … so he scared the killer away. But nothing to worry the killer would get the full credit for her murder.
Without uttering a word he moved toward her, holding knife above his shoulder. He could sense that she was shivering hysterically. He felt sorry for her but there was no way out in front of him. She must die.
As he reached in striking distance with a speed of light Dipti moved and … and … oh god she stabbed him in the chest. It was so unexpected that he stood there gripped in great shock. He felt Unbearable pain and gave a desperate moan. With shaking hand he aimed at her but missed her. And then she made a terrible blow between his legs injuring his testicles. He wanted to shout “bitch” but controlled his emotions, for she would immediately recognize him.
Now he was angry, Very … very angry rather. He raised his left leg and kicked her into the stomach. Bending over she cried in pain. He kicked her again, not caring the least that she was his wife. Then he waited, trying to control his heavy breath. As she straightened slowly he raised his hand to stab the knife right into her chest. But he couldn’t strike her. Someone was holding his arm.
“Ma’am, are you okay?” A voice spoke.
This was Pappu. God! Why had he employed him? Pulling his hand as hard as he could he kicked his elbow into Pappu’s belly. He heard him fall backward but unfortunately knife from his hand fell on the floor. He wanted to recover the knife and strike at Dipti but pain in his chest grew unbearable. Moreover he was in the danger of being caught. It was better to get the hell out from here before it became too late. Gripped in the sense of frustration he stumbled out. Pappu tried to grab his leg but he kicked his hand away.
****
Next day in the evening Dipti lay on the bed in her bedroom, wondering why Ramesh didn’t tell her that he was going to Chandrapur. He came in the afternoon, packed his bag and left, saying he would be back after two days. It was weird. Yesterday evening he had come very late from office and had gone to sleep straight away. She couldn’t talk to him about Pappu. In fact she couldn’t talk to him about anything. Was he angry with her?
She closed her eyes, trying to stable her restless mind. Soon she felt drifting into a sleep. She had already taken the dinner and she wasn’t in the mood to watch TV so sleeping seemed good idea. There was only one thing which bothered her. She wasn’t sure whether she had bolted her bedroom door or not. Gripped in the drowsiness of sleep she didn’t felt like going to the door to check for the bolt, though her inner voice was prompting her to go check for it again and again. Soon all the worries and thoughts vanished and she drifted into a deep sleep.
****
Ramesh stood in front of main door of his house, thinking. He knew if he stepped in there would be no turning back. He decided to think about it again.
Was it necessary to kill Dipti? Was there no other way?
Had there been another way he wouldn’t have planned to kill her, he reasoned. This was the only way. Moreover there was no need to be sentimental about Dipti. She was unfaithful and treacherous wife. She didn’t deserve to live. She must die. Her death would open the way for him to get united with his love. Yes, she had to die come what may.
Taking deep confident breath he pulled mask from his pocket and wore it on his face. He didn’t want her to see who was killing her. That way her ghost wouldn’t come after me for she wouldn’t be knowing who killed her, he thought in a lighter way.
Then he pulled the key for the inbuilt door lock from his pocket. In the morning while going to the office he had took with him the original key to get duplicate from the key maker. When he had come back in the afternoon he had returned the original key to the kitchen where it lay normally. Thankfully there wasn’t bolt on the door otherwise this approach would have been meaningless.
As he tried to put the key in the lock, door moved slightly inward. Door is open?
It was strange. Has Dipti forgotten to lock the door? Well whatever now there was one more reason to kill her. Such careless bitch shouldn’t live.
Long creepy bays of street dogs pulled Dipti out of her sleep suddenly and with a sense of fear she shifted uncomfortably on the bed. On any other night she wouldn’t have cared for these sounds but fact that she was all alone in the bedroom raised level of her adrenaline. Don’t know why but she felt as if she had heard the sound of main door open. It was protracted creaking. Suddenly she realized that bedroom door was open and with great urgency she jumped off the bed and rushed to the door to close it, cursing herself why didn’t she bolt the door before sleeping.
As she reached the door she noticed that there was no light at the threshold. It seemed weird. Light from kitchen kept whole living room in dim light. Same light also lit the space below bedroom door. Did Pappu switch off the kitchen light … stupid boy, she thought.
Out of curiosity she pulled the door open and peeked out. There was total darkness throughout the living room. Kitchen light was off.
Just then she felt the presence of someone in the living room, someone dangerous. Did someone break into the house? This feeling was so strong that she quickly pulled her neck back and fumbled for the bolt, which seemed to disappear from the door. Before she could get hold of the bolt she was pushed very hard away from the door. Impact of this was so strong that her head hit at the wall and intense wave of pain travelled through her. But there was no time to cry over this, her life was in danger. She had to keep courage. She rushed to her bed and grabbed the knife which lay on bedside table. After dinner she had used this knife to cut apple. It wasn’t big weapon but right now it was only defense available. She didn’t switch on the light for darkness looked beneficial at the moment. Holding the knife she went into the corner, her hands shaking. She wasn’t sure whether she would be able to use the knife if it came to it. She hadn’t killed even mice in her life. But since her life was in danger she wouldn’t hesitate, she decided. But this decision seemed hollow for it seemed that there was no strength in her hands.
She heard footsteps approaching and before long a shadow emerged. It was difficult to figure who it was. But one thing was certain he was the same killer who had murdered four women in this area. Perhaps he knew that she was alone in the house and grabbed the opportunity to kill her.
Just then creaking sound from main door emerged again and she saw a shadow rushing out from the main door. She was confused as to who could be on the door at this time. The way intruder has rushed out from the bedroom it was clear that he hadn’t expected this event.
Ramesh pushed the door slowly but still bloody rusty hinges cried, disturbing the stillness of night. For a moment he stood confused at the threshold, not sure what to do, but he cursed himself for being careless. He should have been careful about the door. Then his attention went to the total darkness in the living room and he shot a confusing glance toward the kitchen. Kitchen’s light was off. But why?
Just then he heard footsteps. Sound had come from the bedroom. Suspecting that he had woken up Dipti, Ramesh rushed toward the sofa to take cover. Somehow it seemed good to him that Dipti was coming out from the bedroom. His work was half done that way. In any case he was going to knock at the door to wake her up and stab her once she opened the door. Now she was coming to him to get killed. He grinned silently.
His grinning turned into confusion when he saw a shadow rushing out from the main door. From the appearance it was clear that it was shadow of a man. He couldn’t figure who he might be. Has Dipti called someone to enjoy behind his back? Bitch.
Then he thought about the killings of women in this area. Was he killer who had come to kill Dipti and after finishing his job rushed out. It was possible.
Ramesh drew deep breath and hoped that he hadn’t disturbed the killer in the middle of his killing sport. Shaking the thought away he rose and holding the knife in his hand walked silently to the bedroom, hoping to find dead body of Dipti stained in the blood.
Reaching the bedroom he found the door open. As he stepped in the bedroom he tightened the grip on the knife. If she was still alive he would finish the job on behalf of the killer.
He found her standing in the corner, alive. Damn … so he scared the killer away. But nothing to worry the killer would get the full credit for her murder.
Without uttering a word he moved toward her, holding knife above his shoulder. He could sense that she was shivering hysterically. He felt sorry for her but there was no way out in front of him. She must die.
As he reached in striking distance with a speed of light Dipti moved and … and … oh god she stabbed him in the chest. It was so unexpected that he stood there gripped in great shock. He felt Unbearable pain and gave a desperate moan. With shaking hand he aimed at her but missed her. And then she made a terrible blow between his legs injuring his testicles. He wanted to shout “bitch” but controlled his emotions, for she would immediately recognize him.
Now he was angry, Very … very angry rather. He raised his left leg and kicked her into the stomach. Bending over she cried in pain. He kicked her again, not caring the least that she was his wife. Then he waited, trying to control his heavy breath. As she straightened slowly he raised his hand to stab the knife right into her chest. But he couldn’t strike her. Someone was holding his arm.
“Ma’am, are you okay?” A voice spoke.
This was Pappu. God! Why had he employed him? Pulling his hand as hard as he could he kicked his elbow into Pappu’s belly. He heard him fall backward but unfortunately knife from his hand fell on the floor. He wanted to recover the knife and strike at Dipti but pain in his chest grew unbearable. Moreover he was in the danger of being caught. It was better to get the hell out from here before it became too late. Gripped in the sense of frustration he stumbled out. Pappu tried to grab his leg but he kicked his hand away.
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