Creation: II

 

              Blood bath took place in the balcony, where I found the separated body of Casper. I called Neha, told her about brutal slaughter of our dog. Casper was a gift from me to Neha, on our love-anniversary. She also came to graveyard where I decided to bury Casper, with Aditya. Aditya, was rich business man and her childhood friend, later I caught my babes sleeping around with him. He never appreciated our friendship, maybe he was insecure. She was continuously weeping; plus that motherfucker was consoling her and was giving his matured smile. Later on, I went to Police Station; as expected no one care about cruel killing of a poor dog. At the end, I bribed one Sub-inspector, handed him the note which I found next to the blooded head; he decided to come next morning for further interrogations. On my way I went to bar, boozed a lot, deliberately as it was very difficult for me to sleep after burying my lovable dog and seeing my ex-girlfriend getting soothed by her new beau. 

I reached my apartment, saw notice board in front of Elevator. ‘Lift is not working. Please co-operate.’ Fucking hell, now I have to climb up this mountain of 6 Floors. Stairway was dark, and my vision was tunnelled. Abruptly, I heard a voice, “Kasa Aahe Rajiv?” Chetan came in front of me, wearing same white Lenin shirt and blue jeans. “Oh I missed out, you can write about Marathi’s, but can’t speak the language.”This guy came with complete preparation, I characterized his character as Marathi in my story and he’s delivering exact performance. I shouted out “Was there any need to kill that innocent animal?”

“Yes, it was” Chetan said, “To make you realize how serious I am to my words. I just asked you for compensation.” 

"How much money do you want?" I asked.

“LOL. What do you think; I came here for your fucking money, huh?” He smiled, “It’s not about money. It’s about sending message. You ended my story, claiming that my wife betrayed me for her ex-boyfriend, and I did nothing, huh? The only thing that matters is the ending. I want you to change that ending, portray the story in this way that I trap my wife, Vishaka, in some….” 

“You’re freak” I interrupted, “You killed my dog for this fucking reason, behenchod, I am not going to change anything. You’re a freak, I am not.”

He pushed me back, grabbed my mouth and said, “There’s no pain greater than being betrayed by the woman you love. You know it very well. Don’t you. How you felt huh? When you found your girlfriend getting nailed by her, so-called childhood friend, Aditya. Then how can you end my story in such a lame way.” This guy is way planned up, he knows everything about me. Who told this freak about that incident? I published that blog two months ago, much after that incident. From how many days, this guy is following me. Or is there a possibility, that he’s hired by someone. Who’s my enemy? Aditya? No, he already got what he wants from me. May be, it’s another way of demanding more money.  “How much money you want, I am ready to pay.” Chetan smiled, “Seriously Rajiv. You’re girlfriend was right. You’re totally impossible.” He punched on my face and last thing I remember, he went downstairs.

My mobile was buzzing. I was in my room; I have no idea who dragged me to my room. Entrance door was open. Mobile was notifying 12 missed calls of Neha, and a message ‘Call me asap, itz urgent.’  I called her back, she was crying. “Rajiv, last night someone tried to throw concentrated acid on me. I was not going to tell you, till I found a note in my letter box.”

“What’s there in the note?” I asked. She replied, “Revenge is the purest form of Emotion.”

Story continues in next post….