Chapter 25
Process Of Decomposition
I'm poison you see, I'll infect, destroy, I am repartee
I'll say what you want, so smoothly like silk
You'll believe what I say because my looks don't lie,
My words are my weapon and they will make you cry.
I'm poison you see, I'll ruin and scheme, I am but me
I'll knock you down when you love me the most
Your heart will shatter but it 'll never let go
And when your defeated you'll finally know.
I'm poison you see, I'll love, and I'll care, I am everywhere
You'll let down your guard and walk in to my trap
Believing the false sense of security I created
You will curse my name with your life I desecrated.
I'm poison you see, easy on the eyes, but deceptive
I'll make you question your very sanity
Nothing will stop me, and you'll learn too late
When you feel that love, you've taken my bait
What actually happens when you die ~ is that your brain stops working and your body rots ~
"Forgiveness comes with the faith, and when the faith is gone forever, lost in the timeless space, then you are not able to forgive anyone, not even yourself".
"Sir I don't understand, how faith relates to forgiveness?", a young boy, raised his hand...
"Okay first let me ask you a question son, if someone bad mouths you, or hurts you somehow, then what do you expect from him afterwards", Professor Prabakhar said...
When the boy still gave him a confused expression, Prabakhar smiled gently. "A sorry right".
"Yes sir", the boy said hesitantly, he was still confused. "Then that's your faith, son , that even after someone hurts you, you believe that he'll set his mistake right. You have faith that he'll turn towards the right path", Prabakhar smiled.
"Sir so what happens when a person has no faith?", the boy askes innocently.
"When a person has a strong belief that no one is going to come forward to set their mistake right, then that person will not be able to forgive the mistaken person who had hurt him in the past, even if the mistaken person asks for his forgiveness, that person will be too gone into his bitterness to ever forgive", Prabakhar explained gently...
"And how a person loses faith, Sir?", a stout boy raised his hand.
"That happens Shyam, when he wants someone to help him and the help doesn't arrive in time, then he loses everything, his faith too?".
"So what to do sir? ", Shyam asked...
"The best thing would be to try to help people who are hurt, by giving them support your support when they come to you asking for your help, then they won't lose faith", Prabakhar smiled kindly.
"Okay children I think that is enough for today, your tuition time is over, tomorrow I'll tell you more about humanity, and now I have to teach my naughty pupil too, it's his tuition time now", Prabakhar threw a fond glance on Shlok who was sitting not far from children, listening to his teacher attentively, his elbows placed on his knees and his face cupped in his hands...
"Take away that piece of shit at my place and lock him in the dungeon, and do take care that he doesn't try to run from there", Shlok growled the orders at his men. He had knocked out Avdhoot, by giving him a blow at the back of his head. And now he was lying unconscious on the floor, his arms and legs sticking out at a weird angle...
"Yes boss", Ramlal and Shyam nodded their head obediently at his orders. Shyam heaved Avdhoot on his shoulder in a fireman lift and both he and Ramlal hurried outside...
Shlok too turned on his heels, his powerful strides taking him outside. Prabakhar who was like a frozen statue till now, came into life at seeing him going away. His son was also seeing the stranger with suspicious eyes, as if trying to fathom if he was truly Niranjan's son...
"Shlok, you are Shlok right, I was right then, you look just like your father", Prabakhar said. His voice was trembling with excitement at realizing that he was right after all about Shlok, he had atlast found out that he was Shlok Agnihotri, his favourite student...
Shlok's body stilled, at the threshold, his one foot was inside and the other was in mid-air. "Shlok my son tell me it's you! Am I right? ", Prabakhar spread his hands towards him beseechingly...
Shlok's hand tightened at the door...
"Forgive me son, I couldn't help you and your family, I couldn't save you, when you came to me asking for help", he whispered tearfully...
Shlok dug his fingers hard in the wood, the pressure cutting his blood supply and the splinters, pricked his skin, digging deeply, hurting. But the physical pain was nothing compared to what he was feeling in his heart right now...
"I've lost faith", his voice was a death knell to the man standing behind him, whose hands fell to his sides. "Sir", he added curtly and without turning back, he crossed the threshold and vanished into the mist, the door was left swaying behind him on it's hinges...
Prabakhar felt his spoken words, like wooden splinters, digging into his heart. His knees buckled and he fell to the floor, bawling out loud like a baby. His son and daughter-in-law rushed towards him, but they were unable to console him...
The light of dawn was spreading across the horizon now and all the neighbour's had started coming inside from the still open door. They had heard the sound of gunshot but were too scared to come out. But now as they had seen that all the jeeps were gone, they have felt the need that they should offer their support to him.
We are cowards, when people need our support, we back down and when they don't need it anymore, we try to show our fake concern to them. Just like he did with Shlok, he thought squeezing his eyes shut with pain...
It was afternoon and there was still no sign of that Mafioso coming back. Astha had pulled back the curtains from the windows and now light was streaming inside the dark and gloomy bedroom. She had tried to open the windows too but they were jammed shut. Even if she somehow managed to open them, there were still iron bars fixed outside them and a two storey drop to the driveway. "Truly a cage", she had muttered angrily under her breath and had turned away, disappointed to her core.
With nothing to do, she was bored out of her wits so she had overturned the mattress and now the space beneath it was revealing a whole stack of pictures lying in disarray. She had pondered over whether to put the picture back under the mattress, but her curiosity had been raised. So she had overturned the mattress, with the thought in her mind that maybe she could find any clue that would help her in escaping from here...
She was now looking at the Mafioso's life laid bare before her in the pictures. The child in the pictures seemed his son, or some nephew maybe as his features resembled that of the Mafioso. But she found to her utter disbelief that no picture was whole. In all pictures the woman wasn't there. Only her arm or a hank of hair showed in some.
"Who was the mystery woman? and who was the child? and the Mafioso, well he looked happy and somewhat content in the pictures, not like now, cold and unapproachable, she thought chewing her lips. She again glanced at the picture in her hand. Then something caught her eyes. The woman was wearing a wedding ring in her hand, a platinum one and there was something engraved on it too. Astha looked closely at it, but couldn't read the words.
Frustrated, she put all the pictures back where she had found them and then arranged the mattress neatly on them. But in her hurry one picture had fallen behind, she was about to pick it when someone turned the key in the lock...
Astha dived on the floor, snatched the photo off it and without taking a pause hid it by placing her hands behind her. At that instant the door opened to reveal the Mafioso with the girl, Seeta behind him, her arms fully loaded with shopping bags and boxes...
"What the heck?", an angry Shlok charged at her, how come she was in his bedroom?
Astha gave a frightened shriek and scampered backward at seeing him charging towards her like an enraged bull. But without giving her a respite he hauled her body towards her. "How did you open that door?", he snarled, shaking her body. "I...I..did...didn't", she stammered. The picture fell away from her hand...
"Then how did it open? By magic princess", he taunted angrily. "You didn't close it?", she swallowed. "Impossible, I couldn't have forgotten, I locked it myself at night", Shlok muttered under his breath. "Stop it, you are hurting me", she said through clenched teeth. "I'll stop when you tell me how did you open the door?", he shook her body again. "I don't know okay", she shouted, losing her temper.
Seeta was looking at them, with her mouth hanging open. Her shocked gaze following Shlok, then Astha, then again Shlok...
"Seeta you can go now", Shlok ordered, without turning towards her. "Yes boss", she whispered obediently and then putting the shopping on the bed, she went outside, closing the door behind her.
"Now tell me how did you open the door", he said menacingly. "Who are you to ask such a question from me? I am not your slave, and thus not obliged to answer to your every query", she said angrily.
"Yes you are, my slave", he declared threateningly, looming over her. "Excuse me we are living in 21st century now, who are you to call me a slave", she said in a mocking voice. "For me there is no century princess, I believe in nothing", he taunted right back. "Then who do you believe in, yourself", she mocked again, trying to raise his steam...
She didn't know herself that why she was trying to provoke him into an argument with her, maybe she wanted some sort of reaction from him, other than his cold indifference. But to her complete astonishment instead of getting angrier, he seemed to be cooling down, enjoying the multitude of expressions that were crossing her face, with a sardonic smile on his face...
"I do believe in something princess", he whispered darkly and released her. Stepping back away from her, he folded his arms across his chest, and surveyed her from head to toe, with a scornful expression on his face. Astha felt her face burn with humiliation.
"Strip", he ordered arrogantly. "What the heck?", She was shocked to her core. "No I am not going to strip infront of you, and why should I?", she delivered haughtily and raised her stubborn chin to stare angrily at him...
"I said strip", he ordered again in a chilling voice. "No", she refused, nodding her head in negation. "I am going to count to three princess, if you haven't stripped by then, I am gonna come there and strip you myself", he declared dangerously. "No you can't", she swallowed, fear rising inside her.
"One", he began counting. "No I am not going to st...ttt..st. rip", she began, but stammered when he counted to two. "I am not...". "Three", he said in a final voice and began moving towards her. "Okay, okay I'm stripping, just don't come near me", she raised a hand to ward him off, backing away from him...
"Too late princess, I gave you a chance, you didn't take", he gave a soft laugh, moving towards her like a hunter circling his prey. Astha swallowed but didn't speak anything, her throat was too much parched like a sahara desert to utter a single syllable. She kept going back, without realizing that he was moving in a circle, backing her in a corner on purpose, until her back hit the wall.
"Plz don't come near me", she whispered, still gazing into his eyes, like a mesmerized prey. Smiling, Shlok put his hands on the wall at either side of her head, crowding her between his braced arms. She closed her eyes to remove his hypnotic affect on her senses, but it only managed to increase her heightened awareness of him.
"Tell me why shouldn't I come near you?", he whispered hotly in her ear. Astha squeezed her eyes, when his warm breath touched her ear, sending shivers down her body. Her breath was getting choppy and her heart was beating a tattoo against her ribs...
"You don't have the right", she whispered. "You gave me all rights two nights before princess, or don't you remember", his breath whispered across her cheek. "I didn't give, you took", she said opening her eyes to look defiantly into his dark gaze...
But it was a mistake because as his face was far too near for her heightened senses and the first thing which she noticed was that his eyes weren't as much dark as she had thought them before, infact his pupils were speckled with golden flecks and the outer rim was of a dark brown color, just like dark chocolate, rich but bitter...
"Who are you kidding princess, you were with me all the way, infact I could feel each and every tremor of your body, when I was inside you, and they weren't the sign of disgust were they", he taunted against her lips, which brought her out of her daze. Astha's whole body burned with shame and an angry color suffused her face, at his crude remark...
"Don't say things like that", she bit out through clenched teeth. "What things princess, that your nipples tasted like raspberries in my mouth, when I sucked at them, or you felt like a tight glove around me, when I was moving inside you" , he had brought down one hand to caress her breasts with it's back, his knuckles grazing her nipples, which sprang to life under his touch...
His dirty talk increased her arousal, instead of dampening it down. "See, your body can't hide it's reaction towards my touch, accept it princess", he taunted, rolling a painfully aroused nipple between his fingers...
"Never, my body may want you but my mind doesn't it hates you", she spat at him and pushed at his chest, trying to dislodge his touch. But he caught them in his hands, and slammed them against the wall. "Who gives a two hoot about your mind sweetie, your body has already accepted me as it's master and soon your mind will break down too", he smiled darkly.
"The process of decomposition had already begun two nights ago princess, when you gave your body to me and now I'll make sure that your mind breaks down before your body does", he whispered threateningly against her lips...
"Very soon, probably today", he added as a promise...
Astha's breath freeze in her throat. Why does it felt like that there was a double meaning behind his each and every word? He wasn't talking about breaking her body, he was talking about breaking her mind and that too very soon, what was he planning to do?, she shuddered to even think of what could he do to achieve his goals...
He was controlled, but wanted her mindless, was ruthless, but wanted her helpless...
He was soulless and wanted her spirit...
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