Romantic Short Story – Bloody Passion

Title: Bloody Passion

Episode 1 of 5 part romantic short story series

Warning: The story contains adult content.

My Limousine cruised through the solitary roads of the outskirts. Tiny drizzles of rain kissed the tiny hair of my stubble as I rolled down the window panes. It always rained in Bangalore.
 Rain drops flickered in the yellow street lamps as my vehicle penetrated the darkness of the silent night. The silence of the night somewhat seemed sinister as if marking the arrival of a raging storm.
 “We’re home, Sir.” Ravi, my driver, the poor chap who had been on my service since morning finally exhaled a bitter sigh.
 “Thanks, Ravi.” I grabbed the handle of my briefcase and slowly pushed my drooping body out.
 I entered my dark and lonely house. Maya had gone to her trip, and I was yet again all alone with my loneliness.
 This loneliness had been my true companion all through the time. But, it betrayed me and disappeared in the moist air of the wet city when Jahnvi joined us in the office.
 I stripped down my stale clothes. My toes scrunched on the cold marble flooring of the bathroom. The glass-paneled bathroom with a tub in the corner was Maya’s fantasy. But her being away from home and from me, it had been my man cave for the past several months.
 Being a TV journalist, she was always on the go. And being one of the founding members of Zigma Softwares, I had unconsciously got myself involved in so many things, typically out of my domain, that I didn’t get any time for myself, let alone whiling away it with my wife.
 I should have worked only as the head of the Production Team but Rajveer’s insistence and my growing desires for Jahnvi forced me to join the two in the Quality Control Department as well. While Akash headed the entire company because he was the prime investor of Zigma Softwares and it was his venture primarily, I, Rajveer, and Jahnvi looked after the various other departments of one of the leading IT companies of India.
Romantic Short Story - Bloody Passion, www.mariyamhasnain.com My cell phone buzzed in the bedroom. It must be Maya. Although she kept herself quite busy, she never missed a chance to call me once in the night. There was nothing romantic had left between us but still, she cared about me ignorant of the fact that I had been cheating on her for the past several months. That I was sleeping with my…
 Shit.
 Wrapping a towel around my waist, I rushed out of the bathroom and picked up the buzzing cell phone from the bedside table. A place Maya had assigned me for dropping my belongings such as my wallet, car keys, my wristwatch, and of course my Blackberry.
 A thrill of lust ran through my veins. It felt like all my nerve endings had started dancing when I looked at the glimmering screen of my cell phone.
 “Hey, how are you?” I spoke into the receiver with an apparent sexy husk.
 “I’m so happy, Sal. At last, you did it. It’s time to celebrate. Are you coming or shall I come to your place?” Jahnvi beamed on the other side. Her seductive voice started working, giving me goosebumps everywhere. I felt my manhood respond.
 I didn’t know what the woman had got in herself. But, she was a seductress, a sex goddess. She knew how to tame a man and make him serve like a slave in bed. Something Maya could never achieve in our five-year-old marriage, but Jahnvi excelled in mere six months of our relationship. Even when I was with Maya, I felt drawn to Jahnvi like a moth was drawn to the flame.
 “Have you guys got the deal? I’m so happy. It’s going to change our lives. Have you told this to Akash?” I exclaimed with joy.
 A deafening pause on the other side was long enough for me to realize there was something not so right.
 “What happened, sweetheart? Tell me what’s wrong?”
 “Just switch on your television, Salil,” she hissed.
 “What has happened? Tell me… what’s the matter?” Sweat streaks ran across my forehead.
 I waited for her reply but before that, the call got disconnected.
 “Shit. There’s always some signal problem with this fucking network.” I gritted my teeth tossing the mobile on the bedspread.
 The next moment, I was searching for the TV remote on the wall bracket. After searching for a good fifteen minutes, I finally located it on the bedside stool.
 City billionaire and the owner of Zigma Softwares was found dead in his office room.
 Sky fell on me. It felt like the earth shook under my feet finally taking me into a whirlpool of anger, resentment, and self-pity.
 How could I become the pawn of her game? She took me for granted. She made me kill her husband. She made me kill Akash, my friend, my well-wisher.

To Be Continued…

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Mariyam Hasnain is a romance writer and a blogger. She is an indie author of four published books including the short story collection "Still the Love Blooms", the novella "Love Me Baby", the full length novel "Camouflage, and the recently released "Hearts & Kisses." According to Mariyam, love is not always sweet but sometimes tangy, sour, and bitter. It's not always bright and colorful but often dark, gray, and black. So, her romance books are not always sweet but at times sassy, naughty, dark, and flirty. Her books mainly explore the intricacies of modern-age college romance, second chances, love at first sight, and forbidden love. So, go ahead and enjoy the ride as you explore the shades of naughty and nice romance with Mariyam.

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