and let me warn you before hand, you might find it boring as there are no dialogues in this😳
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There was a chaffing brutality in his eyes which made me shudder in fear and cower like a prey caught in clutches of the hunter. It was hard, very hard to know that the hunter loved his prey more than his life, yet he wanted its end. The same eyes which had affection brimming through them, just few nights ago had nothing but loathe in them at the moment and no one else but I was to blame..
An hour ago..
Worms, tiny prickly worms were crawling through my skin and blood, or so it seemed. The wrecker of my life or should I say our life, took absolute glee in touching me, running his hand on my face and upper arm. Any other day and there were people who would have knocked out all his 32 from his jaw for attempting that, but today, none were coming. Moreover I could not let my repulsion show; I was expected to express joy when I was feeling abhorrence inside.
I disconnected my thinking organ and counted to ten, swallowed my tears forcibly and began my act. I was here on a death mission and there was no scope for failure, come death or destruction..
It did not matter at all what would happen to me if I was caught..I would free my beloved from this demon even if it killed me and this is the last thing I'd do.. To trap a game, one often set up a snare and I was the bait here..
The fiend bored his eyes onto mine and said the words that propelled some more disgust into my body. He admitted to wanting me from the very first minute he had seen me..he had 'wanted' me, not liked or loved me..
He continued to stare and I began to fear that somehow my resolve must be clearly showing in my eyes and he had spotted it. Sure enough, the tears had reached their border and it was getting very difficult to curtail them. If I didn't act soon, he was crafty enough to comprehend them correctly..
He became very rigid suddenly and remarked that I was a fraud trying to cheat him. My next words burned my own tongue as I spoke the words that were undesirable, unacceptable; for they were against the one I truly loved..
The fake words, the too convincing feelings on my face, my repeated pleas; nothing could convince him as he played the classic strategy of 'hard to get'.
After a lot of haggling, he gave in and demanded the proof of my loyalty towards him. his words must have had acid strung into every letter it looked like...without bothering about the sugar coating he demanded me..he demanded my night; where he could devour me and quench his blood thirst..
I do not remember the slap I had aimed at him..I do not remember running out of his house, while he tried to grab my arm from behind..
What I do remember is the angel of death which stood in front of me. He set his eyes on me and all my misgivings, my worries, apprehensions just melted away. If death came bearing this face, I'd take it million times.. Infinite moments, tiny, beautiful, memorable moments passed around us in haze as he placed the revolver on my forehead.. My hands stopped shaking and I felt no fear now.. Surely, why would fear present itself when I had written my life in his name ages ago..me and my life were all his, to annihilate or nurture as he pleased..
But my angel, even in the last moment, diverted the reaper towards himself and the sound of bullet rung in the room; putting a full stop and writing a 'the end' on the scroll of my life..
It was only natural that next bullet had my name inscribed on it and pierced me, sending a spurt of blood around and reducing me to a mere 'body'..it was next to nothing for me, to pick up the revolver lying on floor and finish me..
--End--
(Before any one could ask, yes i looove writing stories with a sad/tragic ending😈)
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-Vibha
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