Romantic Short Story – Bloody Passion

Title: Bloody Passion

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Episode 2 of 5 part romantic short story series

Warning: The story contains adult content.

My leather boots clapped on the marble flooring of the Zigma Software as I stormed out of the elevator.
Policemen in khaki uniforms swarmed in and out of the cubicles searching the nook and cranny of the office holding the leashes of sniffing dogs. Cameramen, TV journalists, press reporters milled around. There was police barricading around Akash’s cabin, and a cop was collecting and zipping things into the zip pouches.
I saw Rajveer talking to a cop and in one corner Jahnvi sniffing and dabbing fake tears on her handkerchief.
I couldn’t work out what to do and glared at the sea of passing faces. Staccato voices came into my ears.
Pain-stricken, I was looking around when a hand landed on my shoulder. I turned around.
Rajveer’s bland face showed definite signs of stress and fatigue. Zigma was Akash’s dream, but I and Rajveer were the two strong pillars of the company. The three of us had been the best buddies since college like the three musketeers type. It was after when Jahnvi joined office, things turned ugly. My illegitimate affair with my friend’s wife often led me into the state of panic and disbelief. I never realized when I breached the bond of trust. I betrayed Akash by sleeping with his wife. And now I was his murderer.
“Looks like a case of suicide, but police has to do some routine questioning to seal the case. I hope you people understand.” The thick mustached cop told us before motioning his men to march outside.
“Oh, sure, Mr. Hegde,” Rajveer replied.

***

“It’s a clear case of drug overdose, Mr. Chaudhary. The autopsy ruled out any trauma or foul play. Akash’s toxicology report shows that he died from the combination of drugs in his body mainly the sedative propofol and anxiolytic medicine lorazepam. Now how can you say it’s a murder?”
“Because I was involved in the planning of his murder.” I looked at him, my eyes glazing.
“What are you talking about, Mr. Choudhary?” Inspector Hegde screeched his chair and sat across from the table, in front of me. His eyes bulged out of their sockets. He stared at me like he had seen an alien.
“It’s true, inspector. I, Rajveer, and Jahnvi, the three of us, planned for this murder.”
“Can you explain everything in detail?” Inspector Hegde gestured the constable to take notes of my statement.
“I had an affair with Akash’s wife, Jahnvi.” I drifted my stare from Hegde’s dark brown face to my lap. “The day Akash was murdered, Jahnvi told me that Akash somehow got to know about our alleged affair and that he was getting the paperwork done to throw the two of us out of the company. Akash was also planning to trap the two of us into a money laundering scam.”
“Oh, I see.” 
Hegde’s brow furrowed as I lifted my stare up. He didn’t speak anything, but a shitty grin surfaced on his coal-black lips. 
“There was one more angle to it.” I again buried my stare down to the table between us.
“And what’s that?” Hegde asked.
“Zigma had got a lucrative deal a couple of months ago. World’s software giant Cyprus wanted to buy Zigma and was ready to pay anything for it. Akash never wanted to sell Zigma. Zigma was his dream. But Rajveer, Jahnvi, and to some extent, I also was tempted by the deal. We could cash the situation to separately start our own companies. Something all three of us desperately needed after enduring Akash’s dictatorship and unpredictable behavior for quite some time. Rajveer agreed to be a contributor to the crime because he also wanted the money. So we three planned to murder Akash the following night. But later, after reaching home, I got the news on TV that Akash was found dead in mysterious circumstances. The crime that we planned for the following night had already been committed.” I paused and cleared my throat. “It’s none other than Rajveer and Jahnvi who murdered him. I think they somehow got a hint that I can be a traitor. That I can spill the beans. That I will tell everything to Akash. So they did it on their own keeping me in the dark.”
Inspector Hegde exhaled a cold breath. He then brushed a hand over his head before putting his cap and adjusting it in place on his head full of black curly hair.
“You be here. I need all three of you on police remand. Did you get that?” Hegde slammed his fists on the table as he stood, his eyes meeting mine.

To Be Continued….

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Romantic Short Stories: Life Is Not a Fairy Tale

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It’s Monday, and I’m here with yet another steaming shot of short love stories. Hope you’ll like it.

Title : Life is Not a Fairy Tale

Life was no less than a fairy tale for Meera up until her wedding. Her dreams shattered as she welcomed the bitter and the most traumatic truth of her life.

She still recalled how adamant she was to get married to Aryan, her friend’s elder brother. Unknown that their marriage was going to be the biggest disaster for her.

She couldn’t see the monster hidden underneath the pretty package. It was so easy for her to fall in love with tall and handsome Aryan, the owner of penetrating green eyes.

It had been three years now. Three years of her transformation from a careless impulsive rich spoilt brat to a diligent and responsible woman.

“Got to go now, Aryan will be home anytime.” Meera rose to her feet and stormed out of the glass door of Ella’s Beauty Salon.

“Wait up. Care to remove the curlers.” Ella shouted as she saw hurried Meera marching towards her car.

Ella was Meera’s friend and a beauty therapist. Meera met Ella when Aryan relocated from Hicksville to Sapphire Heights three years ago.

The relocation was initially for business purposes but later Aryan fell in love with the calm and serene Sapphire Heights, making the place their home.

Meera had no choice but to accept whatever Aryan imposed on her.

Driving back home in her luxurious Limo, Meera received Aryan’s text.

Meet me at sunset point.

“Sunset point, now…why?” Confused, she mumbled under her breath.

“We’re going to Sunset Point, Tim.” She told the driver as she removed the curlers from her hair, barely disturbing the tendrils of her long brown hair.

And the next moment, the black Limo raced up toward the northern end of the town.

Sunset Point was a spot located at a peaking height. Known as lover’s spot, Sunset Point was famous for giving a bird’s eye view of the entire town of Sapphire Heights.

Why he wants to meet me at Sunset Point, when there’s nothing romantic has left between us. The way he has treated me over the past three years, it’s ridiculous to meeting at a lover’s paradise.

Meera could see Aryan’s dominant silhouette in the evening sun. He was standing with his face towards the setting sun.

Meera walked towards him with slow baby steps. There was a soothing calm all around. The chirping birds played a love serenade. She could recall how she fell in love with Aryan.

She met Aryan on her friends’ Naina’s birthday and instantly fell in love with her best friend’s elder brother.

She never knew how dangerous it would be falling for a disciplined army man. Her life turned upside down when she married Aryan after a short courtship of two months.

She never expected Aryan would act like a ringmaster for her wife. She had to be on her toes all the time. Her waking, sleeping, lunch, dinner times were all set by Aryan.

“Hi,” a slow whisper escaped her lips as she neared him.

He turned around, a halo of sunlight kissing his evenly set honey-brown hair.

“Happy birthday, my wife.” He came close and held a blue velvet box to her.

“Birthday? Aw, shucks, I forgot it…”

“But, I remember.” He leaned closer and took out the diamond pendant from the box. “Shine like this always.”

She couldn’t work out how the dictator had transformed into a passionate lover overnight.

“What’s wrong? I mean why are you doing all this.”

“I’m sorry, precious, for being so rude to you all the time. I hope you’ll forgive me.”

“What?” Her eyes narrowed.

“I know it’s overwhelming but I got to tell you this?” He looked in her eyes, sliding the necklace around her sculpted neck.

The touch of his fingers on the nape of her neck gave her goosebumps. She couldn’t resist but to look inside those green striking eyes.

“I wanted you to be a woman you are now. Smart, confident, disciplined, and strong.”

“And how can you say I’m the one…”

“See this…” Aryan handed Meera the offer letter from one of the biggest publishing houses in the States.

“I always wanted you to achieve your dreams. You were good at writing and I wanted you to follow your dreams. Something that’s not possible if you don’t bring a change about yourself.”

“But you never told me that you want me to write….”

“Some things are left unsaid.” Aryan kissed Meera’s long artistic fingers as the sun hid behind the clouds.

~End~

 

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Second Chances in Love – My Work In Progress, A Sneak Peak

Do you like reading Second Chances in Love. If yes, my next book is for you.

I have just written the first chapter, and sharing it with you. However, it’s not a complete chapter, but a tiny excerpt.

Hope you like it. The book is yet not titled, so I’m not writing the title here.

Untitled (Work In Progress)

Self-pride washed over me as I stood in front of the Shanbagh Palace. The magnificent building boasted months of hard work and labor me and my team put in renovating the old monument, and now it was ready to host its first wedding.

I bought Shanbagh two months after returning to my hometown of Awadh from Mumbai where I studied and worked in an IT Firm. Scars of failed relationship would have broken me apart had I not known of my pregnancy.

“Momma, we’re getting late for school.” Pari’s thin voice pulled me out of my thoughts.

“Yeah, I’m coming dear.” I wiped my eyes and descended the porch stairs to reach my baby doll.

Dropping my daughter school and then coming back to Shanbagh to carry out renovation activities had been my routine for the past one year. No ifs and buts. But, that day was different because Shanbagh was going to host its first wedding after facing decades of neglect and abandonment.

If everything goes by the plan, the old harbor will regain its glory while we can have a dependable source of income.

I didn’t buy Shanbagh just to convert it into a wedding house but because of the connection, I felt with the old harbor. The strength and positivity the massive building reflected had carved an everlasting impression. I used to visit the ancient house of the Nawabs of Awadh during my childhood and teen years. One of my aunts married a Nawab, and they used to live there. They had a large family of brothers, sisters, uncles, aunts, nieces, and nephews.

My summers were always full of activities, playing in the green lush lawns of the palace with kids of my age, sons and daughters of my aunt’s extended family.

Years passed. The old ones died. The young ones migrated to big cities. And, the building grew old with no one to take care of the ancient memories. Memories that filled the rustic air of the Shanbagh Palace.

I walked out of my office to reach the green lawns of the building where folks were busy decorating the altar. Several white-clothed golden ribbon chairs graced the front garden, morning sun beaming over the dewy petals of bushes and shrub.

Second Chances in Love: A Sneak Peak of My Work In Progress, www.mariyamhasnain.comEverything’s so green and fresh.

Hey, what’s this? I felt the feathery sensation on my open toe ballerinas only to find a white furry cat purring next to me on the ground.

“Oh! Baby.” I picked up the cute cat and caressed her in my arms.

“Maggie.” A thick voice echoed in the fragrant morning air, and the cat jumped out of my lap and ran down the walkway.

“Hey stop! Stop there! It’s not safe.” The poor cat was going to touch the electric circuit when I grabbed her but lost my balance in saving the cat’s life. A generous splatter of water, and the next moment I was in the water pond.

“Can I help you.” A deep voice again hit my senses bringing me back to present. A strong hand stretched for me. I looked up. The owner of the hand had the same set of light brown eyes.

“How are you?” He asked as he pulled me out of the water.

“How come you are here?” My voice shook. I avoided his stare on my wet clothes clinging to the curves of my body.

“I should be asking this, shouldn’t I?” The teasing sound of his snickers brought a surge of heat. It was like my cold body had been put on fire. I hated his voice, his eyes, his smile because it reminds me of someone who broke my heart who cheated on me.

“What do you want now?”

“Well, It seems I was misinformed about the palace being renovated into a wedding house. I think I should’ve done my homework before dropping in. Anyways, gotta go now.”

“You aren’t misinformed, Mister. Shanbagh Palace is accepting clients for weddings and other family get-togethers.”

“Is it? Can I meet someone who can provide me with the details.”

“Yeah, of course, please go straight and take left. There’s a front office. You can get the details from there.”

“Thanks, Pink.” As he called me Pink, I couldn’t stop myself looking into his eyes. My heart galloped, it pounded against my chest. It felt as if someone had dug out a deep buried desire within me.

“I need to look out for my cat first. Thanks for saving her.”

“It’s okay.” My voice wobbled in my throat as I collected myself together and turned my back to him.

****End of the Excerpt

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