Title: Bloody Passion
Episode 3 of 4 part romantic short story series
Warning: The story contains adult
Three years later… Zigma had reached the pinnacle of success. I never sold it. Zigma was Akash’s dream, and I fulfilled my friend’s dream by making it the world’s third largest IT and IT Enabled Services Company. On the personal front, I divorced Maya and now dating my new secretary Payal, more beautiful and sexier than Jahnvi. Jahnvi, on the other hand, had become a mess of skin and bones after enduring the court hearings for the past three years. The court’s decision was still pending. These three years had taken a toll on Jahnvi. She had grown old. I often visited her apartment where she shifted two years ago from her plush bungalow and gazed at her from afar, sitting in my plush car. Whenever I saw Jahnvi, I reminisced our times spent together. And with that always came the haunting memories of that traumatic night. Akash would often take short naps while working late in the office. That night also he was asleep in his chair when the three of us sneaked into his office room and held him captive. Rajveer held Akash’s back in his chair with an arm around Akash’s neck, his other hand pinching Akash’s nose. The moment Akash opened his mouth; I forcefully emptied the bottles of Akash’s usual medications of propofol and lorazepam into his mouth, washing them down into his stomach with a glass full of cold orange juice. We waited for him to go unconscious. With Rajveer in the same position, Jahnvi holding him by his legs, I pinned him down to his high back office chair. Once Akash body started limping, and he stopped struggling to fight back, we released our grips and ruthlessly watched our friend go into a deep sleep. We then carefully cleaned the room and erased all the evidence. We then left the office and headed to our houses. Akash’s bungalow was close to the office. It was just a fifteen minutes ride while I stayed at an hour distance from Zigma. On my way home, I decided to surprise Jahnvi and asked Ravi, my driver, to take me to Akash’s bungalow. Actually, I wanted to relax. The entire episode was no less than an ordeal. And I was in desperate need of an intense making out session with Jahnvi. I wanted to suck her luscious lips and travel down all the way from her neck to the meeting point of her full breasts and bury my head in there, sucking her tout peaking nipples. I wanted to taste her juicy womanhood and feel the flush of her core against my face. Upon reaching there, I climbed out of my car and asked Ravi to wait for me. Wrapped in my fantasies, I was about to press the doorbell when a thought of peeking inside the broken slat of the window blind crawled in my head. Perhaps I could catch a glimpse of my woman wandering in her house in just her lacy bra and panties, I thought. My imagination went wild when I fantasized her standing in her kitchen with nothing else on her body except her red high heels. Smiling, I bent down and peeked inside the house through the broken window slat that was broken a couple of days ago while we were having a wall-banging or more aptly a window-banging sex in her house. Anger, hatred, confusion, guilt, all hit my head. My brain and heart melted into molten lava that filled my stomach. Heat dissipated through me. The only thought that came to my mind was to kill both of them alive.
To Be Continued….
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