Anaida’s father trusted Raghav, his best employee and his would be son-in-law beyond boundaries. Poor old fashioned gentleman, little did he know politeness is deception in pretty packaging. The best part was even Anaida fell for his knight in shining armour feats. Raghav winced !he had tried to convince her to come to the hill top for a romantic date for without this his plan would be ruined. She had either sensed something or was very lucky. This time he had hired professionals,for every fairy tale needed a good old fashioned villian. She arrived unaware of what was waiting. They were there hand in hand at the edge on the peak looking down 2000 ft and suddenly the two well built men surfaced and followed his orders. Her screams were unanswered, She pleaded he laughed and finally one push and she fell shrinking to a dot. He chuckled “silly girl afraid of bungee jumping. See now she will get addicted to the sport”. The professional trainers nodded in accent.
Ritvik was in the majority. Son of a middle class banker but extremely quick witted. Seema the foolish rich lass was an easy target to entangle in his venomous trap called love. Finishing her wasn’t either difficult thanks to her bipolar disorder. Overdosing her and later cutting her 3 nerves under Palm was a convenient suicide.Bequethed with a grieving rich widower badge turning into an eligible bachelor was easy.
As planned Sera joined as his secretary marrying him after a careful year. All went well till Rita was born. Doctors were surprised that she had the same cut marks.If this was to be coincidence, Ritvik started complaining her eyes following him constantly and hearing her sinister laugh all time.
He was diagnosed with depression soon.
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I lacked the tact my mother was bequeathed with. Looks were an asset in this business but tact decided if you got the cream. She could make a band of men follow her just by looking at them coyly and pouting her lips seductively. She oozed sensuality. I trained myself to imitate her; for this was our livelihood . But nervousness crept in as this was my first time .The tall, muscular guy in the bar looks tempting though. “Can you get me a drink” I sing, in the usual sultry seductive tone. He looks up and smiles. Clean shave, branded clothes, expensive boots and tight jugular veins. It would be a treat to savor till the last drop of his blood. Then before sunlight I can happily get into the hidden coffin and sleep all tomorrow.
Before she knew it, she was crouched on the dusty attic, waiting for the stairs to creak. She knew they came in a group and were armed generously. The worst of the lot was the multi needled drill, a punch and you will feel like burning in hell. A few of her friends were attacked last week and still had not recovered the strike. Doorbell rang and beads of sweat broke in her forehead. She controlled the impulse to cry or scream, the end was near. She heard muffled noises downstairs and prayers were her only recourse. “Sheela the community vaccination nurse is here, come down quick” her mother yelled.
Sam rarely met any woman both ravishing and intelligent. Assisting women draw out their car from a tangled parking helps striking a decent conversation. A few weeks of tasteful phone conversations later he was mildly surprised seeing her message inviting for dinner. Twenty five years of marriage never reflected on the mirror thanks to his workout routine. Long work weekend was an excuse good enough to keep his wife at bay, for it justified the Jet set lifestyle he provided her.After dinner the intoxicated pair ended up walking entwined. She was irresistibly attractive, an altered state of mind started playing games. The hug was tight as she tilted her head seductively to accept the kiss. The last thing he ever saw was her Jet black eyes, no pupils at all; then he went limp.
At sunrise, patrol police discovered a lifeless body devoid of any blood in the woods.