Oh damn…. “What was I thinking” moment 😛
The smell of early morning dew lingered on a pair of fresh sprouts in a glorious garden ! One of the sprouts glittered with the tiny drop of dew on its tip. The feeble sunlight harrowed its way through the dense greenery and striked the dew drop to give a stunning glow to that sprout with a tiny dew drop!
The other sprout watched in envy at its glittering twin ! Both the sprouts have the same freshness of dew and are equally gorgeous but the twin seems to be blessed with a beautiful ornamental glory which the other one had wished. Even though it had the strength of a new born to remain stiff and grow strong, it bowed down with desperation to have what its twin had.
As if the nature heard this little sprout’s distress, a couple of drops of luminous dew floating on a leaf above made their way down and drop on this sad sprout. But the sprout was already down with envy and sadness, it failed to hold that wish it was granted. The dew slips from the surface of this sprout and falls on the ground, wasted. The sprout was so indulged in its own emotions that it failed to even find out that its wish was granted but it just went unnoticed.
Not so far away in the garden, a tiny rodent was approaching. From where it stood now, it saw a fresh sprout illuminating in the midst of this dense greenery. The glow of the proudly shining sprout invited the rodent to serve itself for the breakfast. Rodent hurried and within no time it gobbled its shiny breakfast. The rodent wasn’t even able to see the other sprout which lay there beside, sad. The rodent finished its breakfast and carried on with its business of straying in the garden.
The distressed sprout now suddenly was so happy that she was back with her pride of being the new sprout in the vicinity. It was just a day of pride, because the next day, new sprouts bloomed with more glory than hers. It was the older one now. This is when it missed its twin which would have kept her company. A day of pride, but now back to being lonely and distressed. It now repented its envy after being punished with loneliness.
It now knew that luck can favor anyone, but wish is granted to really lucky ones. Its envy doomed the wish that was granted.
Firoz sat alone on the tip of a rock at the foot of a magnificent mountain. The snow-clad mountains formed a valley right before his eyes. A beautiful river rushed her way through the valley crushing trees and boulders on its way. It looked as if the rigorous river split a single mountain into two halves and rampaged its way through, with gorgeous snow-clad trees on its banks. The milky white river crushed everything that came her way, but she nevertheless made sure that she carries all the rubble with her to dump it all at a place far-far away into the wilderness. Firoz captured every little detail of this picturesque valley whose beauty was taken notches higher by this despicable river. He loved the blatantly dangerous beauty of the river. The anger of the river and its sheer coldness looked personified as a damsel dressed in red who was running beside the river, on the other side of the bank, just as boldly and furious like the river. Firoz stood up in awe at the beauty of this lady who ran as if her life was in danger. But then, he watched closer only to realize that she wasn’t running as if she was in danger, but she ran with an attitude of barbarously slaughtering someone with the dagger that she held in her arms. But who was she running after? He had no clue as he couldn’t see anyone else in the whole landscape.
Bewildered by her beauty, he stood up to try to follow the lady in red. She disappeared into the woods even before his eyes could follow her. He just sat at the banks of the river and absorbed the coldness of the river while he wondered who that stunner was. Suddenly, a part of the river where he sat, started turning red. It was stark red almost as if it was bleeding. The river now looked just like the lady in red who ran beside her. To his shock, it was the blood oozing out of a body which appeared right before his eyes, floating. His goosebumps starting popping one-by-one like popcorn when he saw the same dagger rammed across the neck of a well-built man’s body. The floating body passed the very spot where he sat. The man was alive but struggled to survive the river. Firoz could only see back of the man’s head. Firoz’s toes now touched the head of the corpse. Right then, a bullet came rushing and hit the body’s head to splatter the remaining blood out of the body, but this time partly on the river and most of it on Firoz. This very sight sent an electric shock through Firoz’s body to form a muscular spasm across. His senses were partly paralyzed. After he regained some of his senses, he looked the way from where the bullet was shot. The lady in red stood vehemently on the other side of the river. As he regained enough vision to grasp what the hell just happened, he noticed she wasn’t really wearing red but white. All the blood splattered around her painted the skimpy short dress red, bloodied red. She stood there smiling at the sight of a ball-busted guy who just got splattered in her prey’s blood. She took the gun which she held in her hand to kiss it passionately and winked at this stranger bathed in blood of her victim.
“Finish your soup Preet!” shouted Preet’s grandmother on a breezy cold night. It was past 9 that snowy night, a good old 10 years ago. With no answer to be heard, she glanced through the window to see if Preet had finished her soup. The bowl was empty and so was the seat where the old lady left her 10-year-old grand-daughter. She called out her name again anxiously several times to get no answer. She hurried her way back to the deserted house. The front door was open. Drapes on the window fluttered rigorously just like the old lady’s pounding heart. She searched for the girl several days throughout their little town but in vain. She gave up. She had no more strength to walk an endless road, all by herself. Years passed and she had nearly forgotten everything about her life. Several days later, on that fateful night, window panes smashed as a heavy breeze gushed into her small house. Old lady spent her last sad breath in distress to be taken away from her life. She died.
Years passed and it was autumn again. It was Preet’s favorite season. The misty freshness that spread throughout the jungle would fill up her soul. She loved the way misty leaves would glow with the blood drops of her prey. She knew she killed for pleasure. She would have slaughtered her grandmother if she could, for all the torture that she had laid upon in the name of love. The only problem was that the old lady was too weak and the pleasure of killing would have been a bare minimum. Preet got her pleasure not from the deaths but from the sufferings of those strong preys whom she wished to attack. She had never before failed in her hunt for pleasure. The only time she felt guilty was when she accidentally killed two instead of one. The guilt was not because she killed them but because she couldn’t make the other one suffer enough. One of the deaths had gone in vain. As a little girl, she was once taken to a psychiatrist by her grandmother to check why Preet was getting such animal instincts. After the psychiatrist termed Preet as an incredible threat to society for her violent mental streaks, Preet felt a sudden urge to behead the psychiatrist’s body and do the same to her stupid Grandmother. She couldn’t do that but she made sure to dump the body of the psychiatrist from the thirteenth floor. She hurried down before too much crowd could gather. She stepped on the splattered blood and pressed her heels on the doctor’s fist. After absorbing every bit of the image that she just created, she quietly walked away and disappeared into the crowd. Preet’s grandmother loved her too much to give her away to the police.
Preet had killed many but no one were ever able to trace her since her murders were all very random. Probably because she always disappeared into her favorite jungles in the midst of snow-capped mountains to ease her nerves and get recharged for her next deathly endeavor. Her formula was very simple. If she liked someone, her very first thought would be to make a tiny bloody fountain out of their heads. She would feel that they deserved to die in the hands of her. She had numerous ways of killing her prey. This was her favorite. Sticking a dagger right through one’s neck to their forehead to pop their eyes out. This time in the valley it was different. For the first time, someone witnessed her pleasurable obsession!
Firoz sat there on the bank of the river, still and petrified. He had lost sense of everything around him. He was awe-struck. For someone who would throw up at the thought of blood, was now covered in pieces of human flesh and freshly brewed blood. She jumped into the river and swam towards Firoz. She swam like an elegant swan but covered in blood. Her eyes sparkled with joy at the sight of a stranger witnessing her hunting. Firoz didn’t have a clue as to what was waiting for him. She crawled her way out of the water and started walking towards Firoz. As she approached, Firoz couldn’t help but notice her breathtaking beauty. She looked gorgeous. Dangerously stunning. May be this very incident turned him insane or may be he was born that way, but he was actually turned on by this sequence of events. Just a while ago he had fallen in love with the stunningly dangerous river and now the river had personified itself to become an equally ethereal beauty. He hoped that she wouldn’t touch him, because if she goes ahead and touches him, he was sure to fall staggeringly in love with this satanic temptress. She walked as if on a runway in slow motion with her pouting lips. Her wet clothes had now merged with her skin and made it no different from her bare self.
“No one has ever seen me do this you know!” she whispered into Firoz’s ear as she bent over his shoulders while she made sure to touch the tips of his ear with her wet luscious lips. She held her hand around his shoulders and grabbed his neck with the other hand.
He fell for her. She had touched him. For a very brief moment he forgot that he had just witnessed a brutal murder. All he could think of was the warm breath of Preet gushing through his ear. His body shivered as she got up, still wet and stood in front of Firoz. They exchanged looks for quite some time.
As days passed Firoz turned out to be Preet’s henchman. He later turned a friend who developed similar interests as Preet’s. After several successful endeavors with blood and daggers, Preet started enjoying Firoz’s company. Firoz was in love with this insanely insane damsel who was surviving on others’ immense suffering, ending in deaths. Even in his strangest fantasies, he had never imagined someone like this. Even his fantasies started changing with the thoughts. He was an entirely different person now. She had dragged him completely into the darker side of humanity, more towards being animals.
Preet’s fondness turned into love. She started to enjoy his company as much as all the killing she did. She got the pleasure of stabbing a helpless prey just by caressing his hair. She got the satisfying feeling of shooting someone in the eye just by touching his lips and getting lost in his deep brown eyes. A boy toy whose company she was enjoying had now turned out to be the first love of her life. She had never loved another human being. Not even her grand-mother. But, she fell in love with Firoz. She never knew what love would feel like. Probably for her, Love meant the feeling that would keep her from killing that person! She wanted to save Firoz for herself.
Months passed and gave way to years. They lived and killed together! It was as if no one cared for all the random murders that were happening in and around this small town. As years passed, Preet started developing streaks of normalcy as she enjoyed being in love more than being the one to kill. An animal caged in a human body was paving way for a girl in love. Firoz on the other hand had almost transformed into an entirely different person. The animal which escaped from Preet had now entered Firoz. Firoz enjoyed not the killing part but the part when he encouraged Preet to kill like a ferocious beast. He did not sense Preet’s lack of pleasure in being the temptress who loved to kill.
That sunny day, after an elaborate swim, she came out of the same river where she had first met Firoz. Firoz now sat at the tip of a cliff from where the river escaped into the jungles. It pierced through the floating clouds to form a beautiful waterfall. The sun was just rising this morning. She walked past the misty forest to reach the tip where Firoz sat. Dew drops on all the shrubs and little plants that she walked past, had left traces of their dew drops on her skin. There was no blood this time, but just her bare wet skin pampered with nature’s priciest dew drops. Her moist skin now glowed in the tender sun rays that flowed on her like a golden mold to form a breathtaking sight. She quite literally looked golden in her bare skin beneath the little white dress she wore. She stood there staring at the virgin sun. Her glare probably made the sun himself t0o embarrassed. He somehow hid himself behind a cloud but the sun rays cut across the gaps to shoot themselves on Preet. She caressed Firoz’s hair craving for some attention. The heat that made Sun himself to hide had now no effect on Firoz.
She sat across him and whispered “Do you remember this place Firoz?”
“Of course jaan. I saw you first at this very place near the river. How can I possibly forget this valley!”
“You know that I am madly in love with you right?” she asked him. His soft hair rushed between her long fingers as she caressed his hair, which gave her senses a sensual high.
“What makes you think I don’t” he answered casually.
“I know I have changed. I have started enjoying things in life which were till now trivial to me. I never looked at another person in the eye without an intent to kill. But now I look at you and all I have for you is Life. Mine and yours. You stopped looking at me with the same passion that you used to. The way you saw me that morning right here near the river.”
“Look at this river honey. Would you still love this river if it flowed like a saint? I love it because it gives me immense excitement by its usher danger” he just mumbled.
She couldn’t believe what she just heard. But she went on to add “Are you not in love with me anymore?”
“I don’t know. May be I am. I am in love with the personality who shot a helpless man right before my eyes and winked at me. I am in love with that nasty devil in you. Are you saying that you don’t have that devil in you anymore?”
“I never felt so low in my entire life. Just when I thought you would fill all the gaps in my soul, you have slit it more”
Without saying anything, he plainly turned towards the sun which had now emerged out of the clouds. Something suddenly flashed in his mind and he had a straying thought. He wondered how would it feel to see the death of this new Preet who had killed his love. But as he always did, he never killed anyone by himself. All he did was give Preet enough reason to give him the pleasure of witnessing death right before his eyes. He had a sudden urge to make this new Preet kill herself. That would be the most pleasurable act he had ever thought of. His love and Preet’s life was now about to climax in this very spot where it all began.
Firoz now turned towards the teary eyed Preet and said “Jaan, after all these years being together, I have realized what you want, better than what you know about yourself. You had once told me why you had the thought of killing your grandmother. The act of killing someone who you loved so much was the utmost pleasure you could possibly get. Over these years, you have started loving yourself so much that you are losing to yourself. It’s the right time to kill your new personality. You love yourself the most. Now you know what to do with this dagger.” he smiled mildly and handed it over to Preet.
She had gradually forgotten about her most basic instinct to kill in all these years with Firoz. She now knew he was right. She stared at the sun for several minutes hoping that all her love for Firoz would evaporate. She felt like the river which ferociously jumped a great deal to form a beautiful waterfall. She had never had any sense of reasoning as she was more of an animal than a human being. She decided it all had to end.
Firoz looked at the transformation of Preet he himself had triggered. She was glaring at the sun which had now again disappeared behind the numerous dark clouds. There was hardly any light piercing those heavy clouds. It had all turned dark but the transformation of Preet from being a young girl in love into her previous self of being a despicable damsel was eminent. This very moment he knew her look wasn’t of someone who was about to kill herself but of the one who would trade all the pleasures in the world, just to see a dagger stuck through his heart. He rose from where he sat, ready to flee. She was just reborn the way she was born, and the credits went to him.
Bare foot, Firoz was now struggling his way through the jungles running away from the woman he fell in love with. He didn’t dare to turn back to take a look at Preet chasing him like an animal. She chased him all the way down to the mountain, all the while screaming and roaring. She held that dagger firm, ready to strike Firoz’s heart and split his heart into pieces. All the way she thanked Firoz for making her love herself again. She now chased him on the banks of the glorious river. She was going to give him an equally glorious death. A sharp twig got stuck in Firoz’s foot and Preet jumped right beside him with her dagger like an animal. As he struggled to get away, she grabbed his neck like a tigress and kissed him passionately. For anyone, it would have looked like a kiss filled with intimate love but Firoz knew it was more like a tigress licking her prey’s skin to feel the prey before killing it. He was right. She moved her lips away from his with an extraordinarily dangerous smile but with giant tear drops that ran down her cheeks. Before the tear drop could fall on the ground, she stuck the dagger right through his neck. Blood from his body splashed on whatever was left of her white dress. It looked red now. She shivered as if she just had an orgasm and loosened her grip on Firoz. His dying body gathered all the strength and got away to run. He ran like a deer who just escaped a tigress’ attack. She again chased him. He escaped into the bushes. She didn’t lose sight of her prey. Firoz fell into the river as his body found it excruciatingly painful to get away. He hoped that the river he fell in love with, would now rescue him from Preet. But he was right, the river looked like a personified Preet as it slowed down drastically to give Preet enough time to do the final attack. She took out the gun she had tucked in her belt and pointed at his head. She pulled the trigger like a hunter and hit the target right through. The head burst out into blood to form a little fountain of sorts. The blood splattered on the man who sat right on the other side of the river. Preet smiled at him outlandishly and winked.
Firoz, who died moments ago had now seen his life flash through his eyes like it was yesterday. He wondered if this is what it would feel like after death. Moments ago he had wondered who this despicable damsel was, who ran behind a stranger with a dagger. She was Preet, the same Preet whom he had loved. Same Preet who killed him. He had wondered who this stranger was, whose body was floating right before his eyes on the river. It was his own body. He had just witnessed every detail of his glorious years with Preet a whisker away from his life and his senses. He had seen himself burst into pieces of flesh.
In the midst of all this, he felt a warm whisper which sent shivers through his soul. It was the same breath that he had felt, sitting at the same spot a few moments ago. It was Preet again. She whispered “No one has ever seen me do that you know!” as she held his arm. Before he could digest what just happened, he saw the corpse of Preet floating past his corpse. River carried both the bodies with it to leave them free into the wilderness where they belonged. The bodies fell from the waterfall and disappeared. Preet and Firoz held their hands as they watched their bodies disappear forever. She winked at the boy toy she found again, with a smile of course and mumbled “Lets give some of our love to the dead with our dagger !”