SS: Revenge of Mrs. Kundra. Part 2-Pg. 4

Her hands dripped with bright red color...blood. She looks around the room, eerily calm. Blood...she PAINTED the whole room, the whole house with blood...of the ones that wronged her beloved.

Thought it seems like years, it has only been a month since RK left her life forever. The producers' ban, the loan, his first movie not bringing in enough revenue to pay off the loan, her becoming a heroine...all of it took a toll on him and their relationship. Misunderstandings after misunderstandings, fights after fights, they didn't have much left to save in their relationship. Or so he thought.

He finally hit the last straw when their house was about to be auctioned. But Madhu's signing fee from her latest movie, saved the RK Mansion. She thought saving the home he lovingly built on his father's land would be utterly important to him. Her money or his money, it's irrelevant. But RK couldn't take it anymore. All the newspapers made fun of his dilemma. They jabbed at his self-respect and demeaned his manhood. Almost all the headlines were identical: Once Superstar, Now Loser RK Living Off his Biwi's Money. Unable to take the humiliation anymore, he became roaring drunk the following night and got behind the wheels. He got into a fatal accident and this time NO ONE, not even his Madhu and best friend, Bappa, could save him.

Madhu completely shattered, accused the Bhattias and Pabho of murder. Yes MURDER. They are the main contributors to the problems in RK's life and created a rift in her relationship with her husband. But these monsters didn't want to deal with the truth that they are MURDERERS. They had Madhu admitted to a psychiatric ward. They tricked the court that her mad accusations against them are acts of her grief-stricken state and that she is a menace to society. The deceitful bas***ds convinced the court that Madhu needs immediate psychiatric care. The court granted the Bhattias power of attorney over her and they had her admitted in a public mental asylum. Not even willing to pay for the best care with HER HARD-EARNED MONEY.

Radhaji couldn't handle the series of shocks from RK's death to Madhu's lock up at the mental asylum anymore. She suffered a major stroke that left her paralyzed and bed-ridden. These monsters couldn't even bother to provide her with proper care. They just left her at the hospital...just left...even her dearest didi, the hateful, deceitful Pabho. Radhaji ended up at a poorly funded, hospice care, barely getting the medical attention that she requires. Life has dealt her with several rotten decks of cards.

RK was their pillar of strength. Without him they all fell like dominoes. For the first time in his life, Bittuji picked up a bottle of his Chief's finest scotch. He wanted to numb the pain he felt at his Chief's death. The fear to face the pain has turned him into an alcoholic. After all, there's nothing like a good dose of spirits to drown ones sorrow. Bittuji learned from his Chief even though it led to his tragic ending. Ahh...but he doesn't have much else to look forward in life...so he welcomes his ending, whenever it may come.

Locked up like an animal, the anger and pain filled her heart with hatred. They have snatched her happiness and labeled her as a madwoman, danger to society. But her mind has never been clearer. For the first time in her life, she has a goal that she will fulfill at any cost. Only one thing rules her heart, mind and soul...REVENGE. Nothing short of destruction, of gutting the hearts of the pigs, would quench the thirst in her soul; the only thing that's keeping her alive and in this world.

It is early evening and Madhu has been acting well-behaved for many days now. She has no intention of giving the cruel psychiatrists a chance to drug and tie her up. Unbeknownst to her attendees, she stealthily steals the set of keys off the unsuspecting nurse. Madhu pretends to sleep and she waits...and waits...the timing must be perfect. On Patil's last visit, he informed her that the Bhattias are throwing a small party for All Hallow's Eve. How dare they throw a party at her RK's house? They have polluted the air of the home her dear pati has built up with his sweat and hard-earned money. Ohh...but what plans she has for them. She barely holds her giggles, as the joy of finally taking revenge fills her heart. Ahh...if only they knew that I am going to provide them with first class "entertainment", a first class ride straight down to HELL!

It's the final hour and the time to rid her beloved's house of pollutants. Madhu dons the white saree Patil brought for her in his last visit. She hid it from all, especially from the nosy nurses who enjoys inflicting a bit of pain. If they had touched this saree that she wore to RK's antim sanskar, Madhu would have killed them. She would have made it rain blood. Finally dressed, she slowly opens the door and not seeing anyone around, she sneaks out of her room and the hospital. Madhu smirks that there's some benefit to being locked up in a public mental institution, the lack of security makes escape infinitely easy.

For the first time in over a month, she walks through the doors of RM. Though she was labeled aLUNATIC, she still has easy access. Like it or not, she's still the damned owner of the house and can walk in as she pleases. The security guards are loyal to their Chief's memories and to their bhabiji. Madhu steps over the threshold but stops at the sound of the most obnoxious laughs she ever had the misfortune to hear. She hides behind the potted tree and observes the Kukku Parasite Senior and the saala producer Amar sitting and drinking from RK's collection of expensive whiskey. Madhu stares hard at the butcher knife left purposefully on the side table. The sharp, shiny metal is begging to be utilized, to feel a sickening connection to muscles and bones. Her hands are itching to grab the knife and gut them into millions of tiny pieces for sullying her RK's precious collection of whiskey, HELL for sullying his, their, home. But the pigs must suffer till their last breath.

Madhu turns around locks the door. She's not giving these animals a chance to escape from her wrath. Mangesh is loitering in hall, ready to follow her express instructions. Patil and Mangesh...they are so loyal to their Chief and bhabiji and are ready to play their parts to rid RM of pollutants. She silently signals at Mangesh and understanding her inquiry, he nods in the affirmative. All the doors and windows are indeed locked. Ahh...run pigs run. Here I come...There is NO safe place to hide...from my wrath. Run pigs run.

Madhu nods at Patil to hit play on their home stereo center and to crank up the volume.

Beware...Beware...Beware...Beware

Welcome to my nightmare

I think you're gonna like it

I think you're gonna feel you belong.

Madhu's lips curls up into a snarl. With predatory grace she slowly walks forward and grabs the sharpened, butcher knife left conveniently by the servants. They all want their bhabiji to do what none of them have the courage to contemplate, kill the pigs. She stealthily creeps closer to the men as they are startled by the loud, blaring music.

Amar (deep into cups, shouts over the music): Kukkuji...what the hell is this noise? It would be an insult to great musicians to call it a song!

Kukku(burps): Amarji. My son must be playing it to set the mood for the Halloweeen party. Ullu ka pattha. Only he would make such horrid selections. Amarji...Fate has played a cruel trick on my giving me an idiot for a son.

Madhu (creeping closer, whispers): Run pigs run. (Smiles menacingly) There's no safe place to hide.

Amar (confused): Did you hear that? It sounded like a woman just whispered... run pig run.

Kukku (laughs uproariously): I think you've had too much to drink already and now you're hallucinating.

A nocturnal vacation

A necessary sedation

You wanna feel at home cause you belong

Madhu (whispers as she reaches out to Kukku): Games over...(wraps her fingers around his neck, knife poised in the air) and time for you to be PACKED UP forever.

Kukku tenses at the feel of cold fingers wrapping around his neck. Fearfully he looks up to stare into a pair of burning, caramel eyes. He is unable to look away from the raging storm in her eyes and silently starts praying to survive the encounter. Does he think Bappa will listen to his prayers after the way he hurt his two best friends?

Kukku (squeaks): Madhu?!?

Amar stirs up from his half slumber state and also stares in utter horror at the girl they just recently ruined and sent to a mental asylum. RK's wife...Madhu...Mrs. Kundra...alive and furious. He is immobilized due to fear, his eyes are trained on the sharp-edged knife in her hand.

Madhu (whispers into Kukku's ears): Do you remember me? (Looks into his terrified grey eyes and laughs maniacally) Of course you do...I am the wife of the one you betrayed...your stepson...my RK. RK was right. You are nothing but a parasite; you lived off RK's money then betrayed him. (Plunges knife down on his right shoulder as lets out a blood curling scream of pain) Time to meet your Maker!

She pulls the knife out of his shoulder and stabs his other shoulder, more squirts of blood jettisons onto her once pristine white saree. Amar whimpers in terror and shakily stands up and searches for a place to hide from the Angel of Vengeance. Madhu stabs Kukku several more times in the chest, each stab intensifying his pain. Her hands, face and saree are now covered in blood, as she goes for the final kill. She slashes the knife across his throat and...silence. One piggy down and five more to go.

Welcome to my nightmare

Welcome to my breakdown

I hope I didn't scare you

That's just the way we are when we come down!

Madhu looks up to find Amar at the door, struggling to open it. But the copious amount of alcohol in his system has rendered him incapable of opening a simple lock. Her lips curl up in distaste as she moves with lithe, predatory grace towards her prey.

Madhu (walks up behind Amar, wraps one arm around his neck and another holds the knife to his throat and whispers): You can run piggy...piggy...but you can't hide.

She nicks his neck in several places as he flails his arms and whimpers in pain.

Amar (begs): Please...Madhu...Madhubala...Mrs. Kundra...please...PLEASE...don't kill me. I have a family!

Madhu (runs the knife down to his chest and slashes him a few times, enjoying his howls of pain): What did you say? That you will destroy RK? Remember the day you barged into our home? You said my RK's destruction will be written by your hands? (Plunges the knife into his heart) Consider your destruction written by my hands.

Amar struggles for a few seconds till he takes his last breath. Lightning flashes across the windows as furious sound of raindrops hit the glass. It seems even Mother Nature wants to participate in Mrs. Kundra's thirst for revenge.

Two piggies down and four more to go. Run pigs run. Here I come. There is no safe place to hide. Run pigs run.

Part 2 - Coming Soon

Consider this piece as a early Halloween special. Blame Gautam Hegde for the total doom, gloom, blood and gore in this story. He has destroyed my sense of peace and all I ever get are nightmares. 😡 So I won't ask if you've enjoyed Part 1. But I do hope that you will stick around for Part 2/Ending. Please do comment because only then would I know if I have achieved what I had set out to write.

Tainar~Jungli Billi