S Y N O P S I S
F E M M E F A T A L E...
This story is about the special division officer dealing with the psycho killer. My first ever Suspense thriller.
Tag line:- It was her beauty, which killed those men.
"Don't touch me " I moved away from his touch, "someone's out there, they will killing everyone... Who touches me." His fingers roughly curled around my chin, pulling it up, I met his eyes blazing eyes burning with what? Love and lust!
"I want that psychotic coward to come out." The minute the last word left his sculptured mouth were over mine, nibbling my lower lip. Throughout his chaste kiss I kept my eyes open, absorbing the intensity which he was pouring into his kiss. Breaking the kiss he looked at me with his unbelievable desire pooled eyes. "Now sleep." Switching off the night lamp, I watched his shadow melted in the darkness as I heard his footsteps leaving me alone in my apprehension.
What did I yearned for? Just to be loved by her, I must be the one to love her hold her, is that too much. Why this society is so adamant to accept my love. I saw her how she laughed for his words, I killed him, just yearned to be the reason of her laughter, when my eyes watched him blew his dirty air into her eyes, I popped his eyes out is that wrong. If anyone comes in between me and her I simply vacated them is that wrong. I don't know why people called my psycho, I loved her. What I did wrong is melted by her beauty, the day I met her. Hearing her footsteps running to other man while I helplessly lying here in my coffin six feet under the ground. It's the love which I had for her... killed me.
Wahaan jahaan tuhi mera libaas hai
Wahaan jahaan teri hi bas talash hai
Wahaan jahaan tujhi pe khatam aas hai
Wahin shuru wahin pe dafan jaan hai...
Yeh jism hai toh kya
Ye rooh ka libaas hai
Yeh dard hai toh kya
Ye ishq ki talash hai
Fanaa kiya mujhe
Ye chahne ki aas ne
Tarah tarah shikast hi hua...
(Just imagine those lyrics were spell out slowly one by one in Ali azmal voice as a piano notes tuning in the background. Nerve chilling right.)
WARNING:- if you can't handle nerve chill, violence, manhandling, humiliation. And intense scenes please avoid this story. May be read at your risk.
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H A M L E T...
Acromedy genre.
A story of a sincere Anti-Terrorist police officer, this story deals his personal and professional life.
Why should this heart remain lonely,
Why should we live in pieces..
Why should my soul bear this..
I've been living alone..
I'm saying this every moment,
That I need you..
That I need you..
"Go... Our nation needs you.!" He averted her request with a shake of his head.
"I served my nation... Enough.." saying he scooted closer to her dragging his wounded knees on the marbled floor. "Let me have an honor to die with you and my child." His hand involuntarily touched her belly.
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Edited by Seriously. - 7 years ago
