Story Collection - Chaalbaaz

True Love

Ritesh swallowed a little bile that he felt rising up in his throat. The smell of burnt flesh was making Ritesh nauseated.

“Is it necessary?” Ritesh asked Riyanka. He kept his voice low — almost to a whisper.

“Yes.” Riyanka replied in her usual loud voice. “And you don’t have to whisper. He’s dead.” Riyanka continued.

Ritesh dabbed sweat from his forehead. He hadn’t killed anyone before, let alone burn a person.

“I am afraid.” Ritesh said, still whispering. Riyanka rolled her eyes.

“Of course you are. When are you not afraid? It’s a good thing that I was here. Otherwise, you wouldn’t have been able to kill him, let alone dispose him off.” Riyanka said checking if the burning was complete.

“I don’t understand why did we have to do this.” Ritesh said pointing towards the fire.

“Body means proof. Proof means possibility of getting caught. Besides, this way, he can’t rise from the dead.” Riyanka said winking at Ritesh. Ritesh smiled shakily.

“I love you.” Ritesh blurted. Riyanka smiled and kissed him.

“I love you this much.” Riyanka said waving at the burning. Ritesh finally smiled. Ritesh and Ismail had been together for 5 years before Riyanka came into his life. Ritesh had met Riyanka at his wedding with Ismail a couple of months ago. All it took was one meeting for him to fall head over heels in love with Riyanka. Suddenly, the idea of living with anyone except her seemed horrific.

“He wouldn’t have understood.” Ritesh said to himself.

“He might have. If you could have just explained him properly. He wasn’t a bad person.” Riyanka said patting Ritesh.

“I tried. I tried telling him that I love someone else. He didn’t believe me first. And when he did, he didn’t take it well.” Ritesh said once again iterating the story that he had lived a few hours ago. Riyanka looked at him with love and sympathy.

“He started throwing things at me. Then he started to choke me. I was just trying to protect myself. I didn’t know he would get thrown off the stairs.” Ritesh said and started weeping. Riyanka put her hands around Ritesh and kissed him on the cheek.

“It’s okay. Now, it’s all going to be over.”

“But police will find out. They won’t find out the truth. My brother is a cop. He told me to burn the body. This way, it’s a kidnapping and not a murder. We would go to him. If he handles the case, we are safe.” Riyanka said and hugged Ritesh.

She couldn’t believe what was happening. When she first heard, what had happened, her first reaction was panic. However, by the time she reached Ritesh’s house, all she wanted to do was protect the person she loves. She had known from the day she met him that she would do anything for Ritesh and today, she knew how true it was. She could do anything for Ritesh.

“I love you Ritesh.”

“I love you Riyanka.”

Story Collection - Chaalbaaz

Woman’s Luck

Janani picked up her bag. She spit on the ground and then looked up. There were five boys and she knew that she won’t survive this. At best, they would all rape her and leave her to die. Worst case, they would make sure she’s dead.

“I won’t be going down alone.” Janani whispered and opened her bag and thrust her hand in it.

The boys, uncaring of this action laughed. One of them — Barua — whistled. He was already holding Janani’s dupatta. Another one, the leader — Ram — of the group cracked his knuckles.

“I’ll be first.” Ram said in a deep baritone. He was the tallest boy in the village and twice as wide as anyone. Janani gulped, her hand still in the bag. Ram made a swipe at Janani.

Janani whirled to avoid his hand and thrust her bag into the leader. He gasped and looked down. Blood started to ooze out. The knife had torn the bag, his shirt and stomach. The other four gawked at the scene. The one holding the dupatta dropped it and moved five paces away from Janani.

Janani screamed challenging the other four. They turned and left. Janani couldn’t believe her luck!

— –

“But sarpanch ji. This is unfair.” Janani’s mother wailed.

“He was Sharmaji’s only son. Janani will have to pay for her crime.”

“He was trying to rape me.” Janani said, anger flashing in her eyes.

“If he would have succeeded, he would have been punished. But that didn’t happen. You killed him. Besides, Barua was there. He has told that you were only teased and over-reacted.” Sarpanch said. Janani looked at the whole scene and screamed.

“HAVE YOU GONE MAD?”

“It is decided. Janani has lost Sharmaji his son, she will bear him another one.” Sarpanch said. Ram’s father — sharmaji — joined his hand to sarpanch and thanked him. He then looked at Janani greedily. Near him, Ram’s mother was standing, crying. She looked at her husband and then at Janani. She didn’t know whether to cry for her son, her own fate or Janani’s.

Janani couldn’t believe her luck!

Random Tales

kpwrites #4

I don’t understand why you want to kill him. Isn’t it easier to just let him live and experience the joy of his torture?

Yes. But I don’t want to torture him. I just want him to stop existing.

Why?

Let’s just say that as long as he’s alive, I won’t be able to move on. For me to get a normal life, it’s important that he stops living. I know it is convoluted, perverted and perhaps, evil but I have to do it. I have to get rid of him.

Okay.

Just like that, okay?

Yes. I won’t argue with you if you have decided. How can I help you?

Hold his head a little higher so that I can slice his neck better.

Here you go!

Random Tales

kpwrites #2

Sunaina decided to kill everyone involved in her murder. It was the right thing to do. The only thing stopping her was her kid – Rohan. Rohan had unwittingly helped plan her murder and Sunaina couldn’t bring herself to kill her little boy. She had hardened herself several times but Rohan’s face would melt anything resembling anger, hate or resentment she could muster against her baby boy.

Sunaina decided that once she went on her killing spree, it would be easier for her to kill Rohan. Rohan thus found a place at the end of Sunaina’s kill list. She went through her list quite swiftly. The advantage of being a spirit was that while one person on her list was in Mumbai while another was in Delhi, she could still reach them in the same night and finish them off. Moreover, she wasn’t worried about the walls and other things as well. Sunaina had killed her husband, his parents, her parents and her doctor. Now, the only person left was Rohan.

Sunaina looked at Rohan and closed her eyes. She had to kill him. He was the last alive person responsible for her death.

“Mumma,” Rohan said and waved her hand at Sunaina. The hand passed through her but Rohan kept trying. At 1 year of age, his understanding of ghosts was limited. Despite his failed attempts at grabbing his mother, Sunaina felt that she had lost any resolve.

She couldn’t kill Rohan. Even though it was him who had killed her. Her husband, parents, in-laws and doctor had simply made the decision – “Save the child over the mother.” However, it was Rohan who had actually lead to that choice.

But she couldn’t kill him.

“Dead, ghost, and yet, a mother.” She sighed and left the room. Rohan had dozed off after his trying attempts to grab her mother. He will be found sleeping next to his dead family tomorrow with no information about the murderer.

Over the years, he would forget his only encounter with his mother. All he would know is that anyone close to him died before he had a chance to be loved.

Tales of a Clumsy Girl

#5: Murder at first sight

Mansi decided that she would kill him. Not because he threw water on her precious clothes; not because he teased to date her sister; and definitely not because he was cute. She decided that the only way everyone in the office would stop teasing her about him was if he didn’t exist. “I know it’s not the right thing but what choice do I have?” Mansi thought and mixed the juice with a little alcohol.

“It would have been easier if he was a drunkard. But this is the best poison in the world either ways,” said Mansi giggling. She had checked online and it takes a little more than a shot worth of methyl alcohol to kill someone. Mansi knew that he wouldn’t drink that much alcohol in one go – the non-drinker he was – but the night was young and she had time on her hand.

“Here’s your juice,” said Mansi and brought him his favorite orange juice.

“Oh! Wow, Mansi. I never thought you would bring me water, let alone juice,” he said with a grin.

“I was already taking something for myself so…” Mansi trailed off waiting for him to sip.

“It’s tasting funny. I think it’s gone bad,” he said and kept the juice down.

“Oh no!” said Mansi, truly disappointed. He looked at her face and grinned again, “but you have brought me the drink so I’ll finish this one even if it’s sour.”

In one large swig, he finished off the drink and smacked his lips. “You happy Mansi.”

Mansi nodded. “A couple more of such drinks and my work is done,” she thought, her mind sparkling with happiness.

As the party continued, Mansi found new and creative ways to smuggle in the methyl alcohol in his drinks and food. It was almost three hours since the first glass of juice was taken by him when he coughed.

“I don’t know why, but I feel dizzy. What was in the food man?” He said in a voice that was quickly deteriorating. He grabbed the chair and tried to sit on it but fell beside it. A person shouted for some water while another one held him. Mansi showed concern but was giddy inside.

‘Finally!’ her mind repeated as he started coughing blood.

“Mansi. I don’t know what is happening but I must tell you. I’m sorry if I ever hurt you. You’re the most wonderful person I’ve ever met,” he said waving his hands. His vision had become blurry and he could barely see two feet in front of him.

Mansi held his hand and spoke softly, “I know. I was not offended. It was all fine.”

By the time the ambulance arrived, his body had given up. Mansi knew what the autopsy would say and hoped that there was no murder investigation. Her choice of poison was mundane specifically for this reason.

‘Now, I will finally be rid of all the teasing,’ she thought as his body was taken away.