Tuesday, 30 August 2011
The Hunt
In the broad daylight, she pulled up her window. The sun light pierced through her pale skin.
She let the sun do the burn on her forearm. Masochist, was she? Oh, may be! But the burns did for her what drugs do for the human beings. Relieve her of the mental pain by giving her physical pain.
It was going to be a hunt night. She needed enough drive.
The burning smell of the flesh alarmed him in the lobby. He came running, pulled her off the window and shut it tight.
He had a goblet in his hand, filled with the red liquid that drove their kind.
She smirked at the glance of the goblet, and he, at her burnt skin.
The liquid was poured on the burn and it faded away.
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There they were. Scrutinizing every one in their vicinity to pick the best, healthiest option with a bottle of beer in their hands, not drinking. Trying to camouflage in the crowd, to not get noticed.
He spotted the hunt. She walked towards him.
'My apartment or yours?' she uttered just in time after the essential formal exchanges. The hunt smiled and said, mine. She made a gesture to her accomplice. He followed them as they moved out of the banquet.
The window panes of the car were down, 'the cold wind is such a turn on', she said only to spot a sneer on her target's face. He pulled the car over near a meadow. They got out of the vehicle. The breeze was playing its part.
The target approached her, she bent to let him kiss her as she saw from the corner of her eye, her accomplice pull the car in a shady spot.
She was getting ready, impulsed by the aroma of flesh, the accomplice moving towards in silent steps, with a thud, she fell on the ground. To see claws, real claws on the hands of her prey.
The accomplice just froze where he was.
They had started from home this evening to get a hunt. Little did they know, they will be the hunt tonight.
Tuesday, 12 July 2011
The Doll
There is a kid.
She goes to a super market with her parents. She likes a doll. She wants that doll. Her parents find that doll sub-standard. They do not buy it for her.
They allure her with other things. She loves the doll. She wants the doll very much. She cries.
She goes rebellious. The parents get her all kinds of nice, expensive toys from every part of the world. She doesn't touch them. She wants the doll.
The revolution goes on for years. She barely talks to anyone, she barely eats. She is filled with hatred.
The parents give in. They get her the doll.
She is happy. She is very happy.
Now, she doesn't know what to do with the doll. She locks it in her cupboard and goes out looking for another toy she can cry for.
Now, she doesn't know what to do with the doll. She locks it in her cupboard and goes out looking for another toy she can cry for.
Thursday, 16 June 2011
Full Moon
Dear Diary,
The full moon is amazingly beautiful. The cold breeze is complimenting the perfect weather. Her hair swagging around with the air has left me awestruck. She looks breath-takingly stunning tonight. I know why I love her so much. I know why she invited me for a night out at this abandoned hill. The way she is looking at me, I guess I am going to get lucky tonight. She has decided to be with me. Tonight, we'll lay together on the ground and watch the stars. I am going to tell her about constellations and she will be impressed. Her eyes look so enchanting, she might just as well hypnotize me. I am writing this down so that I can show her later that I am not just into her physical self, but her self as the person. Bye for now, she needs my attention more than you.
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This was the excerpt from the diary of the man found dead in the woods last night. The dairy was spotted by a policeman near his body. He has been identified as Vibhut Khurana, a leading industrialist of the town. The postmortem reports say that Mr. Khurana was killed by a wolf. Many chunks of skin from his body have been eaten. The question now is, if he was with a woman last night, where did the woman go? Does she know about the kill? Is she a witness? Did she flea away scared or was she too killed by the wolf? The hunch by the police is that the woman too, was dragged deep into the forest by the wolf and there could have been more than one wolves out there.
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She pressed the button of the remote to switch the TV off and bit into chunk of Vibhut's skin.
Sunday, 29 May 2011
Game of Cards
'What if Amar gets to know?' Binita said in a hush voice while collecting bed sheet and wrapping it around herself.
'He wont. he is too busy ogling at other women.' replied Chetan curtly.
'You must get dressed Chetan. Amar must be on his way back home. Dint he say he will be back in an hour or so?' Binita started getting dressed.
'I guess he must be busy in rest room shaking himself. He is not too fortunate to get hooked up in a page three types dinner.' Said Chetan while getting back into his pants.
Binita let a giggle out while doing her hair after satisfactorily checking her saree drape in the mirror.
They were just eating when the door bell rang and Binita opened the door for Amar. She greeted him with a welcoming smile.
'Looks like you guys had a good game of rummy while I was away.' Amar said playfully looking at the deck of the cards placed on the living room table.
'Yes, I won. Thrice.' Chetan said sarcatically looking at Binita who gave him a cunning smile.
'I must leave now and give you and Binita some lone time my friend. Also, Diya must be getting bored at home alone.' Chetan decided to clean behind his back after another game of rummy.
'Thanks for keeping Binita company Chetan. She feels lonely at home while I am away at these business meetings.' Amar shook Chetan's hand and they both hugged like friends.
While driving back to home, Chetan thought about his best friend Amar and his super sexy wife Binita. How rude of Amar to ignore a beautiful woman like Binita alone and not taking her care. When I can read her unsatisfied needs in her eyes, why cant Amar? For a minute, his consious gave him a hard time when he thought about the game he was playing with his best friend and cheating on his wife, but then he thought it was not going to be permanent. Some day or the other, both Binita and him are going to end it. Amar and Diya would never know about it.
He parked the car in the basement and walked towards the lift to his apartment.
'Namaste sa'ab' the lift man greeted him as he pressed the button which would take Chetan to his home.
'Namaste Farukh. How are you? When did you come back from the village?' Chetan was pleased to see Farukh back.
'Bas sa'ab, Yesterday only. It was my sister's wedding.' Farukh was rubbing khaini on his palm with his thumb.
'Acha acha. Did someone come to see me today while I was away?' Asked Chetan out of habit.
'Haan sa'ab, Amar sa'ab came. I told him you were not at home, he decided to wait for you but then, he left some half an hour ago.' Farukh said chattily.
'Amar?'
Chetan went numb. Farukh shook him to say his floor had arrived.
Chetan rang the door bell. Diya opened the door. She looked unusually happy.
'Farukh said Amar came?' enquired Chetan from his beautiful wife.
'Yes, we played a game of Rummy while he waited for you. He won. Thrice.' Diya pointed towards the deck of cards neatly placed on the table.
Chetan smiled at his wife and his luck.