Love-Struck: Part 4

You know what is the most lethal weapon of all?  It’s human brain. And knowledge it possesses.  

Rahul felt completely foggy and out of his senses. He just laid there on recliner with no strength left to move his limbs; let alone speak. He couldn’t make out what was going on. His consciousness barely there, about to lose battle against strong urge to sleep.

Suddenly, lithe form of Priya hovered in front of his eyes who was brandishing the same knife with which they had cut cake in her gloved hands.

“Let me explain you the rules in your last ecstatic moments” She said.

Rule 1: Information and Knowledge

Get as much information as you can of your target.

Rahul was always on my radar since I joined the college. In fact, I was not meant to be here in same college but I knew I have to find him. So easy to scrap through all the bullshit Rahul spread about himself if you already knew the person well in advance. I was relying on your approach-studied so well-that once presented as beautiful, vulnerable and simple girl; he himself will dig his grave. Revenge is sweet.

With that, Priya removed the “I LOVE YOU” message card from flowers and kept it safely in her bag for later discard.

Rule 2: Deception

Never reveal your true personality. Take as much care as you can to hide the track of the past. You need to create a false aura which is visible to all.

Rahul needed easy bait, also not that much easy that he would smell the fish cooking. I had provided ample information of my background so that Rahul would catch the bait. Background which was carefully constructed to suit his need. Though never do it overtly. Its fact that my parents are there at my home town. It is also fact that I had one elder sister. But she never worked in IT. Though I could afford a car to drive daily, I had to opt vulnerability; something like middle-classed choice: Scooty. Smoke screen has to be transparent to see beyond but not that much that everything is clear. And last but not least, you have to spend time in preparation of proper cyber persona.

Priya took out other paper from her bag and crushed it under her fist. Then again let the paper unfurled on the table. Rahul blankly staring to all the deeds without having any clue with his eye-lids getting heavier by the second.

Rule 3: Preparation

You have to be careful, very careful in laying out all with utmost precision. Go through your plan as many times as time permits. There must not be any plot-hole which will compromise everything and have critical consequences. At any point if something goes wrong, make sure that nothing leads to you.

I knew what your plan was from start when you invited me for such secluded celebration. In fact, the best chance you have given me to plot my revenge. What do you think; only bad boys like you could only get hold of narcotics like Rohypnol? I have my own means. I already sedated the piece of cake which I romantically guided you to cut and eat it too. Sedative is powerful. And also untraceable. And by the way, once people see the loner losing out the romantic battle in this secluded flat with denial note crumpled besides, delivered through flowers, they would not like to investigate further on murder angle. I, poor girl, will confirm severing relationships due to personal reasons. Though I had courtesy to end it with flowers. And yes you also have your fingerprints on knife. By the way, body spray was purposefully manly as not to trace any female presence.   

Priya arranged everything as if Rahul just got depressed with denial note from Priya. She arranged his body face down on recliner with one of his hand dangling.

Rule 4: Strike

Wait for opportune moment. It will come. It must come if you have prepared well. And that is the time when you must complete what you seek for since such a long time.

Let me ease agony of dying person’s confusion. You knew Seema? A simple girl fall for you in the first year of college and you played your love-card on her, the way you done with me. She was soft and weak. It was not break-up which proved unbearable for her but shattering of her ideal sense of true love. You didn’t even thought of sympathizing with her and choose to flag her as cheater, saving your gentleman image. You do remember that she left study in between after such incident and returned home; just to hang herself and die in the close vicinity of her family. And there was her younger sister shocked and traumatized for whole of her life. I am not Seema. This is nothing but little payback from my elder sister.

With such last words Priya slashed the dangling wrist of the Rahul, carefully put the knife around his second hand, dumped cake into garbage bag to dispose far away and arranged champagne glasses to reduce suspicion of second drinker.

With tearful eyes she threw last glance at unconscious Rahul bleeding away to death and slammed the door shut behind her.

The End.

Previously…..

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Love-struck: Part 3

Rahul had just finished arranging champagne bottle in steel tumbler, filled with ice cubes along with slender champagne glasses for the occasion when doorbell rang with a loud and continuous clang; showing the anticipation of the person other side to enter the house. It was Priya dressed simple but with lots of elegance. Rahul was just stood there with his mouth open, completely blown apart to see the transformation of Priya from simple college girl to modelling fashionista.

“Are you not going to invite me to house?” Priya gently put forward in soft tone.

“What!!! Oh…. Yaaa, sorry….You look so gorgeous that for a while I felt absolutely numb.” Rahul getting back to his own replied with charm, “Please, come in”.

Priya settled down on recliner admiring the surroundings. Drawing hall was sparsely filled with expensive furniture. A large recliner was covering most of the space along with glass top tripod. Priya noticed antique mantelpiece made of sandalwood adorning one of the wall with tall tower clock. Kind of shown in horror movies all the time. But here it was looking beautiful and, for sure, expensive.

“Have a look around and I will prepare something to drink and then we can talk and decide about dinner.” Rahul knew that he had to make Priya comfortable before making any advance. With that he popped open champagne and poured out two glasses.

“Rahul, I don’t drink.” Priya protested on seeing what Rahul meant for drinking.

“Oh… Come on. This is just champagne. One glass; for me. For our……Love??!!!”

“No please. I have to drive home.”

“I will call you cab or arrange something. Don’t spoil the ambience. Ok. Take one sip and if you really don’t like than I will not force you.” As Rahul was saying it in mild “lover’s tone”, Priya was not aware that he was putting a pill of Rohypnol, infamously known as Date Rape drug with his back towards Priya. Rahul knew that even though girls resist, they always had enjoyed his “company”. He had just provided means or in other words “courage” to initiate “the relationship”. Like other girls in the past, Priya will also feel foggy next day but he would blame it on first time drinking. Priya will never go against Rahul as she wittingly had chosen to accept his invitation in name of Love. In most cases girls themselves moved away after “the incident” leaving Rahul as “heart-broken victim”. Otherwise Rahul always had some other means to severe the ties. He was not meant to be with single girl.

Priya saw Rahul approaching with two champagne filled glasses. He offered one to Priya like offering a cold-drink bottle in very casual manner. Priya hesitated. She was not sure if this could be the correct step.

“C’mmon. What are you waiting for? OK, I promise I will not lose my mind and never let you be in harm’s way also.” Rahul knew from nervous biting on the lips of Priya that she was contemplating. She was in dilemma whether to forget about whole world and not letting these moments sleep away or rather not slipping to the temptation in these fickle moments.

At last with palpitation, Priya accepted the glass,” Ok. As you wish. How could a girl resist an offer “you can’t refuse”? But let’s celebrate this first with cake I specially order for us.” With that, Priya took out the cake she brought all along with her from decorative wrapper box. She fumbled in her purse for something.

“What are you searching? Candles?” Rahul couldn’t wait to get it done with and carry on with his purpose.

“No silly, I think I forgot the cutting knife.”

“Ok. Wait I will bring the chopping knife from kitchen.”  Rahul hurriedly went to kitchen while uttering those words.

He quickly picked up one knife from brand new set, still unused, wondering why on the earth they had furnished kitchen if no one was going to be there for using it for long while.

“Here it is.”

“Cut the cake with your own hand” exclaimed Priya.

“Let’s do it together”. Rahul was ever ready to impress.

While Priya softly holding Rahul’s hand, guiding the cutting of the cake, Rahul leaned bit closer to Priya and strong scent of her perfume showered the nostrils of Rahul. “uuhgggg…. What kind of perfume is this?”

“You didn’t like this!!!! Oh…. I thought these expensive ones must be good. It’s new body spray I tried.”

“It’s bit manly. Don’t you think so? Anyway, Forget it. Let’s proceed with cake cutting”

Priya cut a large piece and offered it to Rahul with most loving smile she could conjure up after that “body-spray” fiasco, “This is for you.”

As soon as Rahul opened his mouth she stuffed it up with whole piece lovingly, giggling all the time.

She cut one more piece for herself which Rahul made sure that Priya ate with his hands, reducing the physicality as much as possible.

“Let’s celebrate now.”

Previously……….

Part 1

Part 2

Love-struck : Part 1

“Priya, I fall for you when I first saw you. I was waiting for Valentine’s Day since our first meeting. Would you like to come and celebrate with me?”

Priya was never so much happy before. It was that exceptionally odd feeling never experienced before. Why shouldn’t she? After all, her desires were coming true. She couldn’t believe her luck. How easy all things falling into pieces. She never intended to follow the path of love and all that movie propagated feel-good factors; especially after “that” horrible incident which left her and whole of her family in grief-stricken state for so many days. She still knew that all is not well with her family. They will never going to accept her after this. She herself started to hate the word “Love”. But she knew deep within her heart that love itself could be the only path which will provide soothing effect to their grief. Love is the way. And she was the key. To relieve out of “that” trauma.

And how could you not fall in love with Rahul. Yes, Rahul whose inviting words were continuously ringing in her ears. Heart-throbbing and sensational. Charming and handsome. He was always favorite of the girls. Priya never knew that whatever shown in the movie could really be happened in real life. But Rahul was such persona who can turn your dreams into reality. He was in the final year of Arts, while Priya just started her college career in Science stream in the same college.

Currently heading towards Rahul’s new flat residing on outskirts of city, Priya was feeling anticipation mixed with excitement. She was dressed in elegant turquoise Salwar which was perfectly doing its job of alleviating her curves and at the same time not giving too much away. With thick of black hair, curls at the end falling to shoulders, big brown eyes accompanying long slender nose and full lips forming the natural pout, she could definitely compete in beauty contests. But she felt nervous today. Valentine’s Day was not helping her out to ease the feeling. Strawberry-pineapple fruit cake lying beside her for upcoming “special” celebration. Nowadays, it is easy to fix date on this special day but ridiculously hard to secure flowers and cake. Also she was not prepared when suddenly Rahul asked her to meet her at his new flat on this special day. Both aware that what was going to come was inevitable.

They say Love needs time but that was the only factor which was left out in Rahul and Priya’s love relationship. It was fast and quick matching the pace and necessity of fast digital life. It has been only 6 months when first they met on college campus. Priya had recently joined the college and was getting popularity in terms of her looks and brevity as “new batch arrivals”. Everyone knew that seniors had their keen surveillance over new girls. Boys from entire last year class of art were aware of Rahul’s influence. So they had already settled down to wait for his approaches and then picked out other girls to escape from heart-break afterwards. Everyone knew that Rahul’s charm was irresistible. He is handsome and rich. Soft-spoken and down-to-earth though. He chose not to mingle in any kind of so-called “amoral” practices. He could be the very embodiment of prince who is the sole objective of dreams of every girl. But Rahul had never taken advantage of the situation or so people say. Even though envy had its way of spreading rumors.

Anyhow Priya was never affected by rumors from the very first day when they met. It was the day after late evening lab that Priya was struggling to start her Scooty. Rahul was about to leave when he saw Priya in parking. He approached and offered help. After bit of spark-plug cleaning and mechanical knowledge showdown, he accompanied her to main road. They met a couple of times after that in parking area while leaving the college and exchanged numbers and IDs; voluntarily agreeing that it’s better to accidentally meet in cyber-space rather than bland parking area all the time.

“What do you want, madam?”

Priya suddenly realized that vendor was awaiting her answer. She got off at the florist at the corner. She bought few more roses. She was feeling a fluttering buterflies in the stomach. Her heart was beating like drum. She had to send the message to Rahul and she was going to do it in old-fashioned way. She was planning to send letter to Rahul with whole of her heart poured out with flowers, but she resisted herself to put that in flower bouquet. What if delivery boy lose it in haste?  What if delivery got delayed?  No!!! She could not afford to take risk. So she just slipped “Love you” card and asked the florist to deliver the flower bouquet on time on Rahul’s new flat address. She knew even though there will be no one living there as flat was not completely furnished, Rahul will be there on time waiting for her. For that special moment for which he invited Priya alone to such remote location. And Priya also couldn’t wait to see her emotions come to fruition.