FF: Exotic pg90 (The End) - Page 31

Time is ticking for the good and the evil

Thank you. I did as you asked.😊

She was home alone, staring into the emptiness that encircled her vacuum and the nothingness shielding the inside from the outside. The silk curtain on the wall was swaying with the wind, its pleats shaped into the sculpture of a woman. A zombie bride, she thought, with freakishly small hands and a ball gown adorning her frame. She bundled up the courage to look behind the curtain. The shadows hid nothing in particular, a mere collection of her fears. Her latest worry list was topped by her father hovering over her married life.

The fireplace by the window was hungry for wood. She searched for a fresh cut of logs Rishabh had left her. She carefully counted the wooden pieces, admiring the intricate pattern like it was an antique art form. After all, it was a collaboration between two of her favourite creators, Rishabh and nature herself. She noticed an unusual marking, a subtle black colour on one of the logs. Was it what she thought it was? She carved around the mark with her fingernails and dug out a microphone. They had been bugged. This was the work of Boris. She started to sweat. Her father knew where Rishabh was headed and he was going to take her husband down. She ran out the room in her night gown.

"Bittuji, Bittuji. He knows. He going hurt my Rishabh. Give me za keys. Za car keys".

She stopped about a half mile before Rishabh's shoot location. There was a crowd leading up to the hill where Rishabh was scheduled to shoot for his upcoming movie. Her gut instinct told her to keep going but, the wave of mob made it impossible to drive a vehicle through the terrain. She had to reach him on foot without attracting attention. She ripped of the extra fabric on her gown and used as a make-shift veil. Cutting through the crowds, she made her way to RK's vanity. He wasn't there, his cellphone, lunch box and script, all placed neatly on his desk. The only piece missing from the puzzle, was Rishabh. No one in the filming crew recalled having seen RK. She looked twice, three times for a clue, a message that might lead her to Rishabh.

She found a Russian manuscript with words highlighted to form a sentence that would give her the shock of a lifetime. "I love you but, I have not hunted for a while. Come fast or else".

"Bhabhiji, someone tipped off the media that chief was coming for autographs. The people are gathered to meet him. I am so sorry, I should have been alert". Bittuji was on the verge of crying.

"I send him to die", Madhubala tried hard to weep but, the ducts had stopped making the tears. She tried to panic but, her muscles were paralyzed. She tried to listen to Bittuji but, Rishabh's voice rang in her head. She had isolated herself from the outside world. She was spiralling back into her dark place. She knew precisely what was going to take place in the next few hours.

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"Not a feather left unturned". Her vermilion parting was covered in blood, the blood of husband. There he lay, her precious lover, breathing his last breaths on a dingy floor. "All because you didn't listen to me", an old man displayed his broken teeth with scarlet shining through the gaps. He had been drinking blood, Boris had been consuming the life out oozing out of Rishabh's body. She unzipped her Javit boots and pulled out a shotgun. She fired six shots at the monster's chest, picked up his axe and chopped off his limbs like they were the wooden logs by her fireplace. Rishabh cried out for help, breathing heavily. She kissed him tightly, deeply, passionately, lending him her breaths. She wanted to take his pain onto her. She wouldn't leave him. She knew the end was near, she couldn't let him die in front of her. So, she killed herself instead. She inflicted every pinch of pain on her body that Rishabh had felt because of her. She drained out her blood, making the same cuts that were hurting Rishabh. She stabbed herself, in every organ her hands could reach, until she couldn't anymore. She went numb, on her way to burn in the hell fires.

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The picture played out in her mind a million times. She had brought her bad luck upon Rishabh. Her selfishness, her greed to find love had led Rishabh into the claws of the devil.

"Good morning". Boris smiled in an unusual manner as Madhu walked into the location of his choosing. His face looked clean, no sign of scars or suspicious features that could instigate one about his murderous history. However, his eyes seemed to give away all his secrets. His jet black sideburn, shaped like a dagger, pointed in the direction of the person he was addressing, his princess. "Angel, I caught your knight. What do you have for me to let him go?"

To be continued'''...

Dekhiyeji , humare zindagi me sab hamara himmat badate rahte hai ham kisi ki bhi nahi- ye hi hamari programming hai

Aur vaisi bhi Bittuji, Madhu ko sirf apna pati khoya hai, mujhe mera Rishuuu,Waaah !

So long drama queen. Aapka kuch nahi ho sakta. Mein jata hoon, chief ko dhoondne.

And he better be in one piece with no extra touchings to his amazingly handsome face in the next chapter-Varna...😡!