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Nonchalant
A cold blooded murder, She looked inside my eyes, I was nervous, didn't know what to say . Quickly we both crossed each other on pavement, but she had seen my scared face . I didn't utter a single word, didn't call my summons to say anything. I have seen a deep satisfaction, a sense of tranquility widespread on her face after she murdered her husband .
I was quite amazed, in fact rather I would say, I was bewildered . And there is a valid reason to say this. I have read in stories of a murder but never ever saw happening in real life .
She was a good girl, lived closed to my house. Every morning, We used to go inside her house, to take her to school . She was elder than me, I was more of a stupid and dull in understanding . One fine morning I saw her sitting on the "Machan " It's a temporary sit ups made of bamboos to protect the field. I was wandering on lush greenery but at the edge of a maze field, She grabbed me inside. A familiar face, nothing to worry I thought. She grabbed my hand and took me inside the field. She told me to look inside her dress as something scratching her under the neck on backside . I was hesitant to put my hand upon her back but since she insisted more than once, I quickly rolled my hands across her fanny, found nothing but she was not convinced so she plucked out her dress one by one and made me to look for an insect on both cloth as well as her body . Five minutes had passed since then, But I didn't find anything . She was tensed, but I didn't understand. She hurriedly looked at me and Said, " Go home. " She again asked boiling, "Are you really looking for an insect ? "
I said instantly, " Yes, That's what you told me to do. "
She looked utterly disappointed but I had no idea what she was looking for. ..
Five years had passed since then, now I was a little smart from the previous version.
Sunday evening, had no idea, what to do . At least, I sat on on my staircase facing outside. A saw a vigor and vibration inside her house. A man appeared in late forties. Rough hair, gutka chewing teeth , drunk and abusive.
I saw him running behind her, both giggling.
Pooh
He grabbed her balls, large in shape, that came outside to compensate the forces applied .
She was smiling and the man was not in mood to leave her . I felt a strange sense of satisfaction, I wanted to see more, perhaps . But She said to the man, "First get rid of him. "
I looked from a distance but didn't understand . The other second, He went on abusing me . I didn't understand as I was sitting on my house on outer stair . I had not done anything wrong to him. I remained on my place, forbidden my sight to look on them. They had had a small room made up of mud and bricks. Firstly, She went inside the room giggling and quarreling with him, he followed later. The room was locked. I was puzzled.
will continue in part 2, total five part
© Adarsh
I was quite amazed, in fact rather I would say, I was bewildered . And there is a valid reason to say this. I have read in stories of a murder but never ever saw happening in real life .
She was a good girl, lived closed to my house. Every morning, We used to go inside her house, to take her to school . She was elder than me, I was more of a stupid and dull in understanding . One fine morning I saw her sitting on the "Machan " It's a temporary sit ups made of bamboos to protect the field. I was wandering on lush greenery but at the edge of a maze field, She grabbed me inside. A familiar face, nothing to worry I thought. She grabbed my hand and took me inside the field. She told me to look inside her dress as something scratching her under the neck on backside . I was hesitant to put my hand upon her back but since she insisted more than once, I quickly rolled my hands across her fanny, found nothing but she was not convinced so she plucked out her dress one by one and made me to look for an insect on both cloth as well as her body . Five minutes had passed since then, But I didn't find anything . She was tensed, but I didn't understand. She hurriedly looked at me and Said, " Go home. " She again asked boiling, "Are you really looking for an insect ? "
I said instantly, " Yes, That's what you told me to do. "
She looked utterly disappointed but I had no idea what she was looking for. ..
Five years had passed since then, now I was a little smart from the previous version.
Sunday evening, had no idea, what to do . At least, I sat on on my staircase facing outside. A saw a vigor and vibration inside her house. A man appeared in late forties. Rough hair, gutka chewing teeth , drunk and abusive.
I saw him running behind her, both giggling.
Pooh
He grabbed her balls, large in shape, that came outside to compensate the forces applied .
She was smiling and the man was not in mood to leave her . I felt a strange sense of satisfaction, I wanted to see more, perhaps . But She said to the man, "First get rid of him. "
I looked from a distance but didn't understand . The other second, He went on abusing me . I didn't understand as I was sitting on my house on outer stair . I had not done anything wrong to him. I remained on my place, forbidden my sight to look on them. They had had a small room made up of mud and bricks. Firstly, She went inside the room giggling and quarreling with him, he followed later. The room was locked. I was puzzled.
will continue in part 2, total five part
© Adarsh
