The Mirage Of Love - Part 6

  "You are a fuckin' stalker", she screamed as she jumped up from the chair and started to run towards the door. But her legs gave in and she fell into his arms.
  "I love you", he said while taking her to the chair and tying her legs and arms.
  "I don't love you, you filthy bastard. Get your filthy paws off of me. Just let me go.", said as she struggled to untie herself.
  Cupping her face with his hands. 
  "But I love you baby".
  Out of complete disgust and utter frustration, she spat on his face.
  He held his dagger close to her throat.
  " One more word against my love and i will slit your throat open. You get it?"
  Ignorant of his threat she again abused his love.
  "I hate you, you bastard."
  His anger was now on par with his love. The anger that had brewed inside him just needed a spark to explode. And a spark was something she was never short of.
  "I will put you into a prison, you motherfucker. I hate you. I won't even look at you let alone love you."
  As these words entered his ears, his hand that held the dagger drew back and thrust it into her chest. In and out that dagger went as he screamed for her approval. 
  "You love me, bitch. Say it."
  As the ire inside him cooled down, he realized what he had ruined. The blood dripping from the blade of his dagger was the testimony of the futility of his anger. He was broken. As he held her face with his blood smeared fingers he rued, hated his own self. The tears that were flowing from his eyes were the blood drops that had pumped his heart into a new life. And they were slowly dying now, so was the new life.
  In the same fit of rage that had him kill her, his hand once again moved, this time forward and ended up into his own heart. As he bled his last drops of blood, he could see her beautiful green hazel eyes and that captivating smile.
  "I love you too", said she.






  "A 19 year old girl killed by a stalker", read the morning news headlines.
  He was a lover that would now be forever remembered as a stalker.




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The Mirage Of Love - Part 5

  "Short Fuse", this was the nickname his friends used to call him by. More than often, he had been into fights that weren't his or just weren't worth fighting. Calmness wasn't his cup of tea or maybe he was just too eager to release his frustrations and did so whenever he got a chance.
  Never before in his life, had a slap been this blissful. As her fingers touched his cheeks, he felt a pleasure he had never ever experienced before in his life. But this pleasure soon turned into the harsh reality of rejection. He was shoved, pushed and slapped by her. Her slap on his face echoed throughout the college. For the very first time in his life, his anger was subdued by the only emotion that came more furiously to him - his love for her. He was smiling. She was disgusted. Her friends soon started pushing him and one of her male friend slapped him right across the face. That was it. The cloud of his love had burst and the rain of anger came pouring down. It all ended this way. A girl in a pretty bad mood, a boy with a broken heart and a bleeding nose, and another boy with his face pretty much looking like a pumpkin covered in apple tart. That night in his house, his father vented every little frustration he had on his only son.
  He was furious now. Not on her, but on himself for failing to tell her how much he loved her. He just didn't want to accept that the same girl who gave her the sleepless nights and the euphoric day-dreams pretty much hated his existence in her vicinity. 
  It was the New Year Eve. She in her black party dress was looking gorgeous as ever. It was a club she regularly used to go to. That night, she drank heavily for she wanted to erase every of the year which had not been very kind on her. She felt sick. Her body quivering, her vision failing, her head throbbing from the blaring music. She spit out all that was inside her. The frustration, the grief, the alcohol. She thought of continuing the party but her trembling legs told her otherwise. She went to relax in her car and told her friends that she will be back. 
  He knew today was the day. The day where he could end all the bad feelings and start a new chapter of his love with her. And what would be more suitable than the last day of the not-so-kind year. He knew where she would be. 
  She came to her car struggling with her vision, her legs feeling weak, her whole body quivering as if she had puked her soul out. She sensed a figure approaching from behind. As she tried to scream, her mouth was covered shut with a cloth that shut her brain down. She collapsed to wake up in chains.....
     
  

The Mirage Of Love - Part 4

  It was a cold December morning. The dew from the night was melting and  slowly streaming down the leaves. The coldness of the time, that stops for none, could be seen on the sleepy tired faces of the students who were now frantically revising their topics fifteen minutes before their first exam of the semester. 
  He wasn't able to study much for this exam, or eat or sleep properly. Infatuation can prove to be very intoxicating, or as was in his case very disrupting too. But for the first time in his career as a student, he was not nervous on the exam day. Well, you need to be thinking about a thing in order to be nervous about it. But he was nervous, not about how he will clear that much-dreaded Mechanics paper but about that beautiful face that had mesmerized him, alluded his sleep and had controlled his senses for months now. 
   After much peeking into the alleys of her college, he finally saw her. Sitting on the green grass of the lawn with her group of friends, she was reading her notes. From behind a tree, he stared at her long and hard enough to make her notice him. He quickly hid behind the tree as their eyes met for the first of the many times to come. He continued noticing her, although more discreetly, from behind the branches of the tree.
He was so lost in her beauty that he missed the examination bell and it was only when she got up and went inside that he realized that his mechanics paper has started. 
  She had forgotten to take her notebook with her, which was now in his hands. The hands that slowly caressed the book as if he was touching her smooth, spotless skin. It was hard for him to part with that book.
 "Hey", he said nervously, with that book in his quivering right hand.
 "I have put something in the book for you to read, please do it when you are alone"
 It wasn't new for her to receive such sudden affections from boys. After all, she was beautiful and every thing beautiful has to pay the price of being so, someday. She knew how to handle these displays of love for it had been years she had been "loved" by boys.
  With the intention to break his day-dreams, she opened the book. After ruffling through few pages, she came upon a white sheet of paper, folded neatly along with the fresh rose petals. As she opened the sheet, he could see her eyes that resembled the beautiful calm green of the lake that he had once seen, turn into the red of ire. 
  She - in her bedroom, her locks caressing her back, hand placing the few strands that covered her face behind her ears.
  She - in her garden, dressed in pristine white, dancing wet in the water from sprinkler, hands raised above her head in pure joy, her waist swaying.
  She - in her college, with her friends, with her cats, and she at every place she loved to spend her time at.
  For him, these photos were his evidence of love for her.
  For her, they were the invasion of her privacy, of the life, which she held close to her heart, open to only few lucky mortals.
  Love is so potent a drug, that it can turn a glimmer of hope into a goblet of optimism. And he, well let's just say, had too many of those goblets.
  But as often happens, optimism concludes in the introduction of more pessimism. His evidences of "love", were now in pieces on the ground. She was aghast, disgusted and repulsed. 
  She started the maelstrom that would  eventually change the course of her life....

The Mirage Of Love - Part 3

    It was one of those rainy evenings. You know the ones during which you look to heavens and wonder if you are in the same city that burns at forty degrees during summer. There he was, his jeans rolled up above the ankles, shirt drenched, hopping over puddles of rainwater while covering his head with his bag. Just when he thought he had successfully crossed the puddle-field, his left leg felt wet. Yes, he was wrong. The last puddle did him in.
He was standing with his leg ankle-deep in muddy water. He was completely disgusted as if he had lost a battle,  his head down in shame. As he was picking up the pieces, he lifted his eyes and saw to his left in response to some giggles. There it was, the most beautiful view of his life, more mesmerizing than the lake he had once seen at his grandparent's place. 
  Beautiful hazel-green eyes, a smile that could even make statues come to life and freeze the living with awe. A few strands of wet hairs clung to her face and with a gentle motion of her hand she put them behind her ears. He was frozen. Still standing with his leg in that puddle, he felt his world had stopped for a moment. He had never seen something so beautiful, never had he been so awestruck. As she passed from his side, he took her smell with him in his heart. It was as if his heart had again started beating life into his soul which had been life-less for the past ten years. As she went out of his sight, he was no longer mad at that puddle for that puddle was now the cusp of his renewed life.
  For months to come, he used to regularly wait for her in front of her college gate. He would often miss his Manufacturing-301 class just to see get one glimpse of her, just to see her lovely pink lips opening up and giving way to a smile that could light up a million hearts. Whenever he could, he would try walking as close to her as possible. Not very close, fearing she might notice him, but close enough to admire her every gesture, every wink of the eye, every twirl of her hair.
  He was never a very outstanding student. He just managed to score enough to prevent his father's wrath and to quietly go around passing exams without getting much of the teacher's attention. It had been three months since that fateful day and he hadn't felt like she had ever noticed him. But they were about to meet. A meeting that none of them will ever forget... 

The Mirage Of Love - Part 2

   "Hey", he said smiling nervously. Like a newborn baby who has just entered the world, he peeked into her eyes with fascination. She, herself was perplexed. At once she had two completely different yet not that contrasting emotions running through her head - she was scared as well as curious. Just like she had been while stepping into the seats for her first roller coaster ride of her life. Scared to think what might happen yet curious to know what will. As he came near her to untie the rope that held her hands behind her back, she felt his deep breaths on her neck. His cold hands touched her wrist and her warm blood rushed to her cold pale fingertips.
   The green canvas shoes, the cheap pair of jeans, the hand-knit woolen sweater, unkempt hairs touching the rim of his glasses. He didn't look like your everyday crook. Yes, tall he was, a well-built body frame too. There was something about his body language that indicated that he was vulnerable rather than threatening. And his eyes, they had a certain innocence in them, just like a lost puppy who just wants to be loved, to be cared for. His eyes were the reflection of his soul. The soul that was hungry for love. He was just eleven years old when he lost his mother to leukemia. The inability of his father to save her broke all the chords of affection his father ever had inside him. He now spent twenty odd hours, seven days a week,  in the packaging factory, operating machinery, trying to hide the voice of his conscience calling him a loser with the noise of machines lifting things, dropping stuff.
   He had been looking in her eyes for quite sometime now. Her beautiful hazel eyes reminded him of the lucid lake he had once seen at his grandparent's place.
   "Who are you??", she inquired, after she had settled in an old wooden chair.
   "I..I", he stammered just like  a guy does when a girl of his dreams is standing in front of him. The simple innate process of opening the lips, rolling the tongue and speaking seemed like an Herculean task.
   "C'mon speak up, who the hell are you", she screamed. Maybe her scream was what he needed to gather some courage.
   Clearing his throat, he adjusted his glasses and nervously said " I first saw you at...."
     
   

The Mirage Of Love - Part 1

   "Help, Help me!!", she yelled. Her voice ,once soft and soothing, had now turned hoarse for she had been crying for help for the last two hours. The rope that tied her hands at the back of the pole was slowly peeling her smooth skin and her legs were numb, her head throbbing. The effect of chloroform was slowly wearing off. In the broken mirror nearby, she could see herself. Her face bearing marks of a failed struggle, the bruise on her right arm, few spores near her lips, her new black party dress looking not so new. The room wore a deserted look, walls with no hint of maintenance, the floor covered in dust with two pair of fresh footprints clearly visible. She closed her eyes hoping to recollect the events that led her here. The big yellow lights, the black eyed peas in the background, the tequila shots, her body telling her that it has been abused enough, the geeky looking bespectacled guy, his weird looking green shoes...
   A cold winter breeze flew in. She heard a latch closing and the breeze stopped. She tried untying herself. Like a fish, who wriggles in the net in a hope that she might still evade the inevitable though knowing fully that she is now at the mercy of her captor. Her fate was no better than the fish. As she struggled, the jute rope slowly abraded her already red skin.
She could see someone approaching, unclear as she was still dizzy from the chloroform. She widened her eyes hoping to get a better view and then a pair of green shoes flashed....