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NOT MY BODY

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Chapter 1: ‘Startling discovery’

As usual, Saturday night was party time, Nia had just come out of the lift and was unlocking her apartment, when she heard Mr.Bhatia yelling at his wife. She was wondering how does Ms.Bhatia tolerate the narcissistic behaviour of her husband. Nia was a bit tipsy, she had had an extra vodka at her office party. She had reached her apartment at two in the morning.
She switched on the light of her bedroom and dropped on her bed. She didn’t have the strength to get up and change into her night clothes. She was so tired that she slept wearing her pencil heels. Her feet were aching, yet the vodka helped her doze off in a few minutes.
The next morning, Nia woke up drowsy with a splitting headache. Her joints felt stiff. She forced herself out of the bed, threw her painful footwear and entered into her kitchen to make herself a strong coffee. Her head was spinning, she left the coffee on her bedside table and entered the bathroom to wash her face. She threw water on her stinging eyes, patted her face dry. The moment she looked at her reflection in the mirror, she shrieked in terror. Her high pitched scream echoed in her apartment.
Who was this in the mirror? her honey, sun-kissed blonde hair was pitch- black & cropped up. Her eyebrows were arched & bushy. The heavy coal-black moustache and beard. Her eyes were blood shot. She looked so masculine in the reflection. She rubbed the soft, white hand towel on the mirror with her eyes closed. “NO, no, no, no this is a nightmare. Open your eyes slowly, Nia, this can’t be happening, last night you probably had whiskey instead of vodka, come back to your senses, you idiot!” She was talking loudly. Slowly, she opened her eyes and the stranger in the mirror who was certainly not her was still her reflection! however, she knew she was Nia.
She was wearing her skimpy black dress. Tears flowed down from her eyes to her dry lips as she touched her breasts. She felt flat. Her bra cups were hanging loose. Her arms and legs had ugly growth of wiry hair. She couldn’t stand its sight. Suddenly, she felt the urge to pee and she froze! She felt something hard in her black laced low waist panty. She couldn’t bear the thought of looking at it however she had to pee! She didn’t know how and sat on her pot, she couldn’t believe when the urine splashed on her bathroom wall like water spurting out of a hose pipe! “Oh my God! Oh my God! this can’t be happening, after a hairy body, I have a penis too!” she cried. She threw her undergarments in the bath tub and ran inside her bedroom,  threw open her cupboard. She quickly dressed herself in a loose khaki cotton shirt and sky blue denims. As she tried to zip her jeans, her penis was caught between the zipper teeth. “Ouch!” she yelled. She was writhing in pain. Thoughts racing speedily in her brain, her headache was splitting her. She quickly took out the big scissors from her needle box. “Be careful, you jerk, clumsy foolish male…” She voiced out loudly.
With utmost care she cut across the entire zipper and freed herself or rather himself!! She threw the jeans and changed into loose shorts and black t-shirt. “Think straight, you buffoon” Nia was silently cursing herself, when she heard the shrill sound of the doorbell. It was her maid. “Please go away, there is no work today”
She shouted.

“Thank heavens! she had not lost her voice” she thought. However the maid kept banging the door as well as ringing the bell.
“What do you want, I told you to go away” shouted Nia.
She looked through the keyhole, there was a man who was speaking in Ms. Bhatia’s voice. “Nia dear, it’s me, Urmila.” Nia couldn’t trust her eyes, Ms. Bhatia looked like a college boy with a stubble, and there was a delicate beautiful woman standing next to Ms.Bhatia speaking roughly in Mr Bhatia’s tone.
“Nia dear, switch on the T.V, watch the news and you will not believe what’s happening throughout the world. No one is in their body! Some people are in their opposite gender’s body while others have retained their gender however they are in someone else’s body. Please don’t shy away, it’s some kind of virus. We all are affected” Nia rushed inside her bedroom and switched on the T.V
It was all over the news. The internet was also sharing the weird news.
There was a virus in the air and all humans were affected. It had spread as the dawn broke.
Nia immediately placed a video call to her mother however, she had kept her camera off. She could recognise her ma’s voice but who was  this lady! Her mother’s gender was the same. Her father had turned into a gorgeous young woman. His voice was the same. “Nia, please don’t worry, something will work out. There is complete chaos. Don’t panic, we all are sailing in the same boat.
Nia, you please don’t step out of the house. God knows what is out there. stay in touch with us & keep watching the news. Please take care of yourself” and the call was cut from the other side.
Nia slumped into her sofa.
It was very difficult to digest the truth. She was a man who felt every inch like a woman, like Nia.”
She was feeling nauseous in the offensive male body odor. She decided to take a bath. As she stood under the shower, her eyes were shut tightly. She didn’t want to look at her body. She dabbed her loofah with her favourite icy cherry body wash and rubbed on her hairy chest.
Her beard felt so itchy! She could feel her moustache inside her dry mouth. “How in the world could men live with hair on every inch of their body?” She thought aloud!
She showered for about half an hour praying that the water would do some kinda miracle!
The T.V channels had started pouring all kinds of theories. She switched off the volume of the idiot box. She made herself a fresh cuppa coffee and checked her whatsapp, there were 175 unread messages. Her friends, colleagues, relatives had shared their selfies. What on earth is happening to them! She was surrounded by a bunch of crazy people. She couldn’t believe they were  sharing selfies!
Since last 5 years, the human race were waging a war against Corona virus, their lives had toppled and now this rejectovirus!!
It was being said that physical appearance as well as the gender had changed as our body rejected the original body and gender. It had something to do with our brain. If a woman had always despised her gender, it was being stored in her brain. Had She really being  rejecting herself and was the virus  playing havoc with her cells. Unbelievable! She had always loved herself or maybe, she had thought so. Nia didn’t know when would this nightmare end!  After corona, this new virus, would she forever be trapped in a male body? Her mind was full of  questions. Was this God, the Universe or Human, who on earth was playing these tricks. Will this world ever normalise?
She wished someone would snap their fingers and this terrible nightmare would end.
“Click, click” fingers snapped. “Arrey didi, kab tak soyer rahogee!” shouted Manju, her part time maid.
Nia jumped from her bed, pushed Manju and looked at the mirror frantically. She stared at her reflection. She jumped with joy and shouted “Manju, dekh aaina, is mein main hi hu!!”
“Didi, aaina mein tum nahi to Bhatia sahab dikhenge kya! Suna hai raat mein phir lade hai apni patni se, lekin aapko kya ho gaya hai? anaap shanaap bol rahi ho….” Manju kept on blabbering while I closed my eyes and said a fervent prayer.
I asked Manju to make a strong coffee for me while I changed into my comfortable tees and shorts. While changing, I was touching myself and feeling my body.  I was thinking,”I love myself as I am.”
Manju served me coffee with some chocolate cookies. I took a sip and started checking my messages, 175 unread messages! A message from my mom read” check the news, in China, a strange airborne virus is affecting people, they feel the same but are in someone else’s body. The virus is called rejectovirus!
a few cases have been reported from Russia too.
People are advised to stay indoors. It is advisable to lock all doors and windows. Do not step outside to breathe the air!
The virus is lurking around and if you inhale it, the symptoms will start appearing within a week.”
The mobile was ringing, it was her mom’s video call.
Nia switched off her phone, asked Manju to leave immediately. She bolted all doors and windows and locked herself in her bedroom.

To be contd…

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The cursed rose

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The cursed rose 🌹

Rose was cursed to be dressed in thorns…


The sweetest smell
that ever could be
sprinkled on its beautiful
petals.It changed its colours
red, pink, yellow, white, peach & black.
No one could know what lay underneath it.
It was to lure strangers to the castle of the hideous
vampire, that dug its nails in slender necks to slurp the warm blood and satiate his thirst. The night was as dark as it could be. The wolves were howling, the dancing bats lay upside down & the hiss of the scared black cat made rounds.
Out in the woods a dainty, adorable, petite girl rode a dark stallion.
Her skin so white like the moonlight. Her lips like rose as rose should be. Her sunlit tresses flying down the nape of her soft neck.
The scent of the rose kissed her well-shaped nose. She was caught in the magical spell and wanted the rose to
dress her hair. She dismounted from her horse and entered the garden where the cursed rose dwelled. The sweet smell captured her senses and she reached out to pluck the fragrant flower that would write her disastrous fate.
Her horse neighed ferociously giving a warning signal but the girl was trapped in her temptation.
The moment she touched the beautiful colour changing rose, the poisonous thorn pricked her and put her off to sleep.
As she regained her consciousness in the most beautiful & magnificent palace, a handsome prince took her hand and invited her to the night ball dance party. She was dressed in a stunning lavender ornate silken gown that augmented her feminity. Her hair decorated with the fragrant cursed rose crown. She looked ravishing as the prince held her slender waist to dance. She was too stunned to speak. Her beauty caught the prince’s senses and he was locked into her honeyed eyes. She hypnotised by his enticing sapphire blue eyes.
At midnight, as the clock struck twelve, the prince kissed the nape of the girl’s neck. Her heart beat raced & goosebumps danced on her pearly white skin. The prince looked at her intoxicating innocent smile and didn’t know what to do. The lights were dimmed and the growling & groaning sounds filled the air & overpowered the soft music. Shivers ran down her spine as she felt the cold body of the prince pressed against her. Before she could react, she felt a sharp pain on her neck. As he kissed, he had dug his fangs into her soft skin. As he sucked out her blood, the terror stricken girl didn’t dare budge. Her eyes feverishly roamed in the hall. All the couples were hungrily kissing and lust flowed in the air. The unsettling smell of death lingered on in the frosty hall.
She faced the prince whose face looked pale, mottled with blue, purple patches.
She didn’t know whether to scream or cry as the vampire
said “I have marked you, you are mine forever. Welcome to our tribe. The cursed rose never fails to gift me a beautiful body with warm blood.” Not a word escaped her sealed lips, tears danced on her flushed cheeks. She didn’t know how, when, what had struck her heart. She was unconditionally and irrevocably in love with the creature of the night. The cursed rose had succeeded in its mission and she had been nailed to her coffin while she was still breathing.”❤️

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The Bite

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Dark night of the fall it was. Inked with lust & drunk with desire, Lucas, the master of the werewolves pack had a wonderful party time. His head was reeling with too much whiskey. He ached to hold someone & have a great night. However, he was no longer interested in the party women who fell over him because of his wealth and power.
He wanted a beauty who wanted him just for who he was & not for what he was. His passion craving for a partner for the night was driving him crazy, he left the party hall to wander out in the sprawling lawns. He entered the deserted hallway. He could hear the chatter & laughter of the drunk party guests on the other side of the door.
Suddenly he was aroused. He scented a moving presence in the dark hall.
Being the master of the werewolves, he was gifted with a sixth sense and he immediately knew that there was a woman, a human, an uninvited guest! With his wolfish instinct, he could clearly see her in the darkness but the woman couldn’t. The woman who had dared to enter the werewolf’s mansion was
Anna.
She was a flower girl who stayed in the countryside. She had heard a lot about the parties at the Mansion and so she had ventured into the dark to satisfy her curiosity & have a good time. Anna, never in her wildest dreams would have thought that this mansion was owned by the pack leader of werewolves.
“Stop me, stop there woman!” Anna heard a deep husky voice. She was embarassed that she had not yet even entered the party hall & had been caught in the act. She felt her knees tremble at the large figure looming over her. Lucas had a glimpse of the young lady in an emerald green gown. She looked so inviting, a fair youthful beauty. Her honey golden tresses falling over her bare shoulder. The silken gown, perfectly enhancing her figure.
Her emerald eyes matched the colour of the gown. Lucas stood very close to her and in a commanding tone asked
“What are you doing here woman?”
Anna was disturbed,” How dare, he call me woman?
Who the hell was he? couldn’t he have politely asked her name”
In a fit of rage, Anna shouted. “How dare you speak to me this way? I have been invited by the owner of this Mansion” Her eyes were blazing with anger. He smirked at her audacity. She dared to lie to him, the owner of the mansion.
To Lucas, her fearlessness made her look more inviting. Lucas held her wrist & pinned her against the wall. “Woman, you are speaking to the owner of the mansion & I am quite sure that I didn’t invite you. However, I regret it. Thanks for crashing over. You are so sexy! You smell like a fresh blooming flower.”
His fiery golden eyes met her emerald green and she felt as if she was in a trance. He pressed her closer. A hot wave of lust washed over both. Anna felt dizzy as Lucas pressed his lips to her neck. He slowly licked her. Anna couldn’t resist, she was trapped by his touch. As she moaned, he groaned in pleasure. His hands were exploring her. Anna felt as if she belonged to this tall man. Her heart skipped a beat, as she heard him growl however she ignored the red flags as she felt powerless, her mind full of lust wanted him like she wanted nothing else in the world. Suddenly he turned and stood behind her. He felt every inch of her body with his hot hands. He was growling, Anna opened her eyes.
He whispered lustily into her ears, “You are mine, mine forever.” Anna felt him breathing on her neck, it made her shiver, before she could react, he bit her.
“Remember you are mine, no one can dare to touch you now.” He turned and disappeared in the dark.
Anna felt blood on her fingers, as she touched her neck where this man had bit her. She had been so lost that in the darkness, she had not even seen him clearly and she let him do as he pleased because she was put up in flames by her wild desire. She had let this mysterious man bite her. A bite that changed her forever. A bite that marked Her as His. Anna had been touched for the first time by a man. Her emotions were high. Her body ached for his passionate touch. Anna knew, a woman, who felt safe in a man’s arms when he touched her was a woman who had fallen head over heels in love. A story of lust had started. A story she could never ever share with her people. A dark, untold love story. A secret lover which Anna would cherish forever❤️
☠️👻❤️☠️👻❤️☠️👻❤️☠️👻❤️☠️




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THE NEW HOUSE 🏠

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This house has a pattern. At sharp 9:45pm every night, there is a power cut here. The sky is dark, there is complete darkness. I was staring faraway into the dark when I saw light in my kitchen,visibly shocked, I shut my eyes, rubbed them & as I peered again into the darkness, I heard water running into the sink. “Oh, my!” I think I left the tap slight open & now tip tip tip, this sound kills me, the ultimate torture you can subject anyone to!

Now, now I was talking to myself again, this is an old habit, whenever I am scared, I start talking to myself. Darkness brings out the childhood fears.
Quickly, I brushed off my fears & picked up my mobile & put on the flashlight.
As, I moved towards the kitchen, I saw ash gray smoke, it was like a medium sized cotton ball. Even, in pitch darkness, I could clearly see it changing colours. It turned to emerald green, turquoise blue & now lavender. My imagination must be running riot! I think I have painted a lot today.
Ava, you are out of your senses, you need a good sleep, you are a struggling painter and now you are struggling with your sleep too. Even, God can’t….there I go again, talking to myself.
The smoke cloud floated inside my kitchen.
‘knock, knock’
hearing the hurried knocks, my heart leapt, I could hear it beating inside my throat.
“Ava, you scare me, Ava, you scare me, Ava, you scare me”.
“No, no, no this just can’t be happening!
No, Ava, no! Your senses are playing with you as you don’t give them rest. Stop, panicking, calm down, take a deep breath and move inside the goddamn kitchen”.
I cajoled myself and entered the kitchen. “Knock, knock,” the sound was loud & clear.
“Ava, you scare me.”
Yes! the fridge, there is someone knocking from inside, someone who knows my name. I pulled open the fridge door & there was this small baby, she peered at me with her innocent green eyes, her honey gold hair covered with ice. She was freezing!
In fact, “brrr”, I could hear my teeth chatter, shivering I realised in this hot May night, I was feeling cold and this small baby wearing sage green frock, inside the fridge staring at me with her emerald eyes. I forgot myself & my heart melted out for her. I thought ‘she will freeze to death. I quickly pulled her out. Standing on the floor, her eyes on me, she started yelling “Ava, you scare me”…
“Hush, hush dear, I will get a towel to dry you.
I turned & in the blink of an eye, she was gone!
As I tried to calm myself, I heard a chuckle, it was coming from my bedroom. There was someone under my bed. The soft laugh gained momentum, I covered my ears with my cold, shivering hands and started screaming with my eyes closed. I quickly walked straight past my bedroom, towards the main door of the flat. I pulled open the door and found myself ringing the doorbell of Ms. Disa, my neighbour.
Mr.Disa was aghast looking at my terrified face, he let me enter his flat and it was me, who locked the door.
He called out loudly “Lisa, it’s Ava, she is in a bad shape, come quickly.”
Ms.Disa took my hand and ushered me inside her well furnished drawing room.
It was with great effort, Ms.Disa calmed me down. She offered me a glass of water and quietly listened to my horrifying story.
I was perturbed that the couple were so calm.
They assured me, I have nothing to worry for the people of the building have been narrating such ghastly incidences and yet no one has ever been harmed.
Mr.Disa told me that there was a small nursing home on this land.
It is rumoured that it was an illegal abortion & sex determination centre. The doctor & his wife had committed suicide, before the police tried to nab them. It was 10 years ago.
I couldn’t breathe, the agent had trapped me, he had tricked me into taking the flat. Oh lord! It never occurred to me that the rent was so low and it was an elaborately frescoed flat in a high rise building.
“Tomorrow, first thing in the morning, I will vacate the flat. Ms.Disa just let me be here till the sun rises”
“Oh, dear! with the lockdown & the current crisis, where would you go?” Ms.Disa cut in before I could complete my sentence.
I started pacing to & fro on the sparkling polished white marble floor.
Mr.Disa, who was sitting on their neutral toned sofa, shifted a bit & said
” Lina, please get some coffee with cookies for us”
Ms.Disa quickly got up to do the needful.
Mr.Disa, a tall, slender, clean shaven man who might be in his late fifties, he looked at me through his horn rimmed eyeglasses, sighed, cleared his throat and said “We are moving for a few days to stay with my ailing mother, you can stay in our flat. We have had our house cleansed by the priest. He has helped us get rid of evil spirits. I assure you, never have the spirits disturbed us”
Ms.Disa too agreed that this was the best decision to be taken under the current circumstances.
She served us coffee and freshly baked home made chocolate cookies.
I sipped the hot coffee, it somehow managed to calm my nerves though the cookie tasted dried & flat.
The first thing in the morning, I picked up my essentials and was settled in the Disa’s flat.
I waved goodbye to them from their slider window in the balcony.
Through out the day, I was stressed, I couldn’t paint. I didn’t call up my parents, knowing well they would panic & be worried.
I would shift to my friend’s place, when the kind couple would return. My thoughts were racing, when I was disturbed by a loud sound.
“Knock, knock” I woke up from my restless sleep, it was pitch dark,
how long had I dozed off! “Knock, knock
Ava you scare me!”
There again, the green eyed baby, frozen, her bones were making a sharp crackling noise. She was standing right in front of me. Long honey gold hair over her face, her eyes were foggy white, the emerald green balls, no longer could be seen.
“Leave me alone, how come you are here, this flat has been rid of evil spirits, Go away”
I was pleading with folded hands, tears streaming on my cheeks, heart thumping aloud.
The baby smiled and her voice crackled, a distorted whisper, of what I could gather, she was saying something like
“But, your saviours, The Disa’s, the spirits, dead longtime ago, the friendly spirits”
She muffled a laughter and poof! she disappeared.
I couldn’t believe my ears what had I just heard. I rushed into the kitchen, opened the top shelves. There were some biscuit packets, I couldn’t remember seeing such packing nowadays, I looked at the manufacturing date, it was marked 5/11/2012.
The coffee bottle was covered with dust, the date was 12/12/2012.
I don’t know for how long, I had fainted. When I was in my senses, I quickly picked up my bag and rushed out of the flat, taking the stairs, I could clearly hear
“Ava, you scare me, hahahaha!”
“Don’t listen, Don’t listen”
I kept repeating loudly and rushed out of the building. The security guard was nowhere to be seen, I rushed blindly towards the huge main gate and was out, I took the first auto, I set my eyes on. I gave the address to the driver and asked him to drive as fast as he could. I was trying to call my friend, when the operator from the other side said “The number you are trying to reach is scary…..AVA, You SCARE ME”
I panicked, the mobile fell from my hands and I saw the driver, Mr.Disa, blood shot eyes, mocking at me from the rear view mirror. Will you believe me, the last words falling on my ears were…
“Ava, you scare me!
❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️


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The Cabin in the Woods

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Living eyes can speak of death. Death lurks at the corner. Fear, the most powerful emotion.The cabin in the woods
A few months ago, Emily, a writer & her long time boyfriend, Dave had a break up. She had caught him red handed with her bestie, Sarah. She just couldn’t shake up the feeling of betrayal. The city air was suffocating her. She couldn’t sleep for days, she had puffy red eyes. She felt both of them together everywhere, at home and on the street, so she decided to move out into the country to somewhere with less people, just for peace of mind. She decided to go on a vacation to her late father’s cabin in the woods which was very old but quite welcoming.
Emily breathed the fresh country air and she was already yawning. She felt she had made the best decision of her life. There was another cabin across the lake. She needed to be quite careful of the bears in the wild though. This was the best time, she could have all the peace and would start on her writing.
It was late evening, she decided to make herself a warm dinner of soup, bread, stir fry vegetables.
She had a bottle of red wine. She would have an early night after dinner and start writing the next day.
As she sat down to have her dinner, she heard a car drive past however it slowed down & stopped at her door. It sent shivers down her spine. It was late and nobody drove so late into the woods. Her fear heightened when she heard a stranger at the door call out and say
“Kindly open the door, I need help my car broke down. There is no signal out here & I can’t call anyone to help me out. I was supposed to go to the cabin at the other side of the lake however I took a wrong turn.”
“Hello, I hope you do believe me. Hello is someone there. Are you even listening??”
Emily had carried a gun, she reached into her handbag and pulled it out. She went at the door to see if she had double latched it. She wouldn’t dare to open the door even if the stranger was speaking the truth.
She was very scared. Though she had a gun, she knew she couldn’t pull the trigger. She couldn’t stand the sight of blood.
She thought she would scare him out. She mustered courage and shouted in a loud voice, ” hey you, please move on, I don’t want to sound mean however i am not opening the door, if you have any tricks up your mind, drop them off for I have a gun.
There was pin drop silence and then she heard him say
“Hello, my dear. You do not know who I am, but I know you.
You, I am afraid, are not one of those people who can shoot an innocent unarmed man.”
She didn’t reply, There was silence. She could hear the hooting of the owl, the rustling of the leaves, the cold wind howling. However not a word more from the stranger.
Fear filled her heart and mind. Her heart was pounding. She felt sweat drops on her forehead in the chilly winter. She had heard clearly, I know you, he had said!! The silence prolonged her torment. She didn’t want to die alone in this cabin. Let the night pass, she would move to the city at the first break of light. She sat down on the wooden floor, her back to the door. She had a gun and yet her heart was racing. The silence was killing her.
This stranger was playing with her mind. “Are you out there?!” She cried out pressing her ear to the door. She heard a muffled cry and he started knocking loudly on her door. “Ma’am, it’s cold and very dark out here. Please let me use your phone, don’t open the door. You can call emergency, please dial 911. Do you want a bear rip me apart outside your front door?”
Emily shuddered with fear, what if he breaks down the door, enter the cabin, maybe he is carrying a knife, what if he slits her throat or decides to rip open her chest seeking her artery. What if, what if… She felt time slow down. She experienced a sinking feeling. Her world was crumbling beneath her. Would she be able to escape death. Should she try to run from the back door. Running would make matters worse. Her car was parked at the front side. Her body trembling, she got up. She reached her landline and dialled 911. “Hello, I need help, there is a stranger in the dead of night at my cabin door. Cabin number 888, just alongside the lake. Redwoods. Hello, hello, do you hear me?”
The call was abruptly cut. Emily saw the telephone wire had been cut by someone. Sure enough, he was inside her cabin.
“Ma’am, I entered through an open window. Please don’t shoot. There is no reason to be afraid.”
The man was standing there, very much in front of her eyes.
Emily had to keep herself safe, yes everyone was out to get her. Dave, Sarah, her publishers and now this intruder. What if he raped her for days in her cabin, what if he…
She couldn’t stand it any longer. The only thing she could do to protect herself was to shoot herself. Yes! She would be safe. Emily put the gun in her mouth and shot herself. Instant death. Blood spluttered over the walls of her bedroom. Her brain out on the rug. Her lifeless body against the wall. Her blue eyes wide open.
Hearing the shots, her nextdoor neighbour called the police. A detective and several officers stood over her blood soaked body.
Sarah was crying bitterly. Dave was consoling her.
The detective was speaking to Dr. Turner, Emily’s psychiatrist.
“Emily was my patient since last December. Her Novel had been rejected by the publishers. She hadn’t taken the rejection kindly. After all, her novels were always bestsellers, she just couldn’t cope with this. Depression set in. She was avoiding medication.
At first she had started hallucinating. She said that Dave was having an affair with her best friend, Sarah. She admitted seeing them make love in her apartment. She said this when Dave was out of town and Sarah was down with fever and she was staying with her parents.
Her mind was playing tricks. Then she was delusional. She had called me up an hour earlier and she was saying 911, I need help there is a stranger and she gave me some cabin’s address. I tried talking however she hung up. I immediately called Dave and Sarah. However we were very late in reaching here. She was perceiving things not based in reality. I had tried to persuade her that it is a delusion, but nothing I said or did would convince her of the truth. She was suffering from mental illness, schizophrenia. She stuck to beliefs which were utterly false. She said she owned a cabin in Redwood. There is no place called as Redwood. Her father never had a cabin. She had lost her parents in a car accident, when she was ten. She had survived the accident. She had pushed everyone dear to her out of her life. There was sorrow and tension looming in the appartment. Dave was in a state of shock, Sarah was devastated❤️

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Irresistible desire

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She was staring at the sexual acts depicted on the walls of the Khajuraho temples. She was alone admiring the sculptures, when she felt, she was being watched. The silence made her uncomfortable. The stillness intensified with each passing moment until it became unbearable. She walked to the door, when she heard a familiar voice call out, “Ankita”.

She froze. Her mind went blank. She could hear her heartbeat so loud. She watched him appear from behind a pillar. He stepped so lightly that she hadn’t heard his footfalls. Suddenly the beautiful sculptures & the place oppressed her. He came closer to her & took her hands. His skin was soft, his palms pleasantly warm.

‘Hi, Armaan!”  How are you?. He smiled & looked into her eyes. At that moment, she knew she was a goner. A man, who never connected with his lovers. She knew him so well yet she had lost out her heart to him. He had a magical control over her. She tried hard to be unreadable, but he could read her so well.

Passion & irresistible lust had brought them together a few years ago! He came closer & kissed her. She felt vibrantly alive. She felt she was on fire. Her hatred for him was masked with her simmering, sizzling lust. Was she giving in to him again or the scenes splashed of sexual acts on the walls of the khajuraho temples were responsible for the sensuous pleasures, she felt. She closed her eyes and kissed him back. She silently cursed herself.

This connection again brought her closer to the man who had really never given her a closure!