| |
Tonight. Yes, tonight was the night. The night he had been waiting for the last two years. His eyes gleamed with anticipation, an unusual sparkle in them. The smile on his face emanating the excitement and joy he felt pulsating in his heart right now. How anxiously he had waited for this night. The night when all his dreams would be realized, his ambitions fulfilled. Months and years he had been on tenterhooks waiting for that one opportunity, that one chance. And tonight as if in answer to his feverish prayers, God had bestowed upon him that one opportunity to fulfill his motive for living.
His hands were shaking with excited nervousness, his feet trembling with frenzy, as the train rambled its way to his destination. It would take this local train an hour and a half to cover the distance form the suburbs to the heart of Bombay, Central Bombay where his destination lay. This would give him ample time to go over his plans for the night, thought Siddharth. Not that they needed more pondering and musing. For the past couple of years he had just been preparing for this one night, working out the tiniest of the details arduously, meticulously planning and plotting, checking and rechecking his course of action fastidiously. And tonight he was ready to execute his actions. Nothing could go wrong now, thought Siddharth his eyes glinting ominously in the darkness of the night. Nothing could stop him now, he thought as the train trudged on, its rumblings breaking the silence of the eerie, moonless night. Nothing could stop him from taking his revenge.
As the train slowly began to gather speed, Siddharth’s anxiety also gathered momentum. How long now, he thought checking his watch again for the umpteenth time in the past half an hour. An hour more, an entire hour was left. After two years of waiting this one-hour was taxing his patience, making it impossible for him to sit still. His co-passengers were finding his entire behavior a bit unnerving, as he glanced at his watch from time to time, shuffled his feet noiselessly, smirking at his thoughts, his face a portrayal of various emotions, joy, hatred, and self-satisfaction. But Siddharth was oblivious to their discomfort, their stares and glares. All that he could think of now was of his revenge, the revenge he had to take from Maya.
“Maya, oh Maya, why did you do this to me.” thought Siddharth pensively. “You knew how much I loved you, didn’t you? Then why did you leave me for Vikram? Was it just because he was more affluent than me, was it just his wealth and status that lured you into his arms? You used to love me when I had money and power and the day it was gone you threw me out like a pair of discarded, worn out shoes.” Siddharth’s face was contorted with anger and pain. “What had you called me while asking your guards to throw me out, what was it? Yes, a good for nothing parasite who had stuck onto you and was sucking your blood like a leech. You should not have said that Maya, not in front of that drunk Vikram who had his eyes glued on your voluptuous body all the time.”
The whistle of the train jolted Siddharth out of his thoughts, bringing him back to the present. Another half an hour more he thought, glancing at his watch. Another 30 minutes more and he would be at his destination. His face gleamed with pleasure. If he had wanted he could have punished Maya a long time back, killing her brutally for her callous attitude, for her indifference to his feelings. But no, he had wanted her to suffer the way he had suffered for the past two years, burn the way she had scorched him with her insults. And so he had planned the perfect revenge for her. No, it would not be a revenge taken in a moment of anger or heat. It would not be cold-blooded murder. It would be something, which would make Maya die over and over again without killing her instantly. The image of Maya in his mind, moaning with agony, suffering with pain, her face shrouded with grief and tears, had further motivated him to execute his plans and tonight he was ready to take his revenge.
He knew what he had in mind was dangerous and difficult. It could cost him his own life. But then again he had just been living to seek revenge, to make Maya suffer and repent. And so with this fixation in mind, he toiled to make his dream a reality. He inquired, met people, visited places, spied and bribed and when assured that he was fully equipped for the revenge, he waited for the one opportunity, that one night.
Tonight was the night. Maya’s servant had called him early in the morning today. Memsahib will be all alone tonight, he had told Siddharth conspiringly over the phone. No, Vikram babu is not in town. He has gone to Pune and will come after a week. Yes, Memsahib does have many men visiting her at nights when babu is away. But not tonight. She is not feeling too well today and wants to rest. She has given all the servants a day off today. These had been his reply to the many questions that Siddharth had inquired over the phone. God had at last answered his prayers, they too were on his side, thought Siddharth as he had kept the phone down, his pulse suddenly racing, his heart beats increasing. Tonight was the much-awaited night and tonight was Amavasya.
The train suddenly came to a screeching halt, shaking Siddharth out of his thoughts. Why, they had reached Central Bombay. So lost had he been in his thoughts that he had not even realized that they were so near to his destination, thought Siddharth now jumping out on the dark platform. The night was engulfed in eerie darkness and an uncanny silence as he started to make his way towards Maya’s house.
Ah, yes there was her house. How well he knew it, how many a times he had come here. But tonight with a different motive, a different purpose. The house loomed large and ominous in front of him, shadows of the night lurking all around. He went up to the door and rang the bell, once, twice. He could hear someone descending from the stairs, the lights being switched on and footsteps approaching the main door.
“Who is it?” a deep and husky voice inquired.
“It’s me Siddharth.”
“Siddharth? What are you doing here at this time of the night.” a startled Maya called out, shocked to hear the voice of her jilted lover.
“Maya please open the door once, please, I have to see you once, just once.” pleaded Siddharth. “These last two years have been a nightmare for me Maya, I have not been able to forget you. Your face, your husky voice, your dusky complexion has been etched in my memory for ever. Try as hard, I cannot banish your thoughts from my mind.”
“Siddharth go away!” called out Maya,” go away!”
“Maya, please have pity on me and let me see you just once, please” begged Siddharth again, aware of the fact that he had hold of her Achilles’ heel. Flattery and extol always had been her weak points.
“Just this time Siddharth.” she said condescendingly, “And that also because you are begging so much.” Maya opened the door slowly and let Siddharth in.
“So how have you been.” Maya asked, closing the door behind them.
“Just alive with your memories.” replied Siddharth, longingly viewing Maya who was standing in front of him in her negligee.
And before Maya could further question him, he engulfed her in his arms, buried her mouth with his and started to kiss her passionately..
“I missed you Maya, I really missed you,” he said again and again, as his hands began to explore her soft burnished skin.
Maya tried to pull herself away first but as his kisses became more erotic she gave herself up to his embrace and began to enjoy herself. Soon they were rolling on the floor, making wild, passionate love, as the night looked on.
“Hmm, I’d forgotten how good you were.” murmured Maya in Siddharth’s ears, as they lay tired but satisfied on the floor, locked in each other’s arms.
“Come, again tomorrow.” she said huskily, looking with eyes full of desire at Siddharth.
Siddharth looked at her with a smile on his face and then started laughing. The laughs were subdued first, but then rapidly became louder and louder, their sound reverberating in the dark night, the entire house echoing with his raucous laughter, till Maya could not bear it any longer.
“What is it Siddharth, why are you laughing like this?” she asked afraid of him now, as Siddharth continued to laugh like a man possessed.
“What is it, tell me.” she implored.
But Siddharth was rolling on the floor now, unable to curb his laughter, tears flowing down his face.. Suddenly he stopped laughing, looked at Maya, his eyes spitting venom at her and softly said…
“Welcome to the world of Aids Maya!” and started laughing again, his laughs tearing the eerie silence of the night.
Radhika Agrawal
|
Help Us Stop Plagiarism -
Nearly all works at PnP are original. However a few people choose to plagiarize.
To check, choose a phrase from the work, then either drag and drop to the search box or copy and paste.
click on search and works at Google will be shown which match. Just to be sure, please do this before
you recommend or rate the work highly...
|
 |
|
|
|
Select a Random Work
from Stories
|
|
Welcome !
