Bury me next to her .

Chapter : 2

That day he dropped me back at my place and asked me to kill him only after seven days, I agreed,

I don’t love killing people, I just do it for money, and now you may be wondering that if I don’t love killing people for money in return, then I could have chosen some other work, you are right, I will do something else to earn my living but then a question arises, will I get the same amount of money that I get to kill people?

I never fell in love nor do I have any intention of  doing it, love is no less than a prison, once you step into it, you will be behind the bars forever, I may be wrong but what I think is that, making love is more beautiful than the love itself, I think I am deviating, let me take you back to the story, that day, after coming back from the grave yard I decided to sleep for some time to refresh and to charge myself up, I was sleeping but in my unconscious mind, one by one thousands of questions bloomed up like flowers.

I got up after two hours of not so peaceful sleep, I noticed that Simran Was lying on the sofa, her eyes were closed, she was listening songs, I walked towards her, she had covered herself with a quilt, I thought she must be having high temperature but I was wrong, I removed it from her and what I saw was just un-describable, it is tough to describe but let me try, “ there was not a single cloth on her body, her skin was shining like a pearl which was freshly taken out from a shell , it was not the first time I was seeing her naked but every time I see her bare body I find some more undiscovered curves of her, I am not exaggerating but she looks like as if the creator himself carved her and sent her on the earth and I find myself lucky to get a chance to explore her each and every corner of her pearl like body, she and I were not in any kind of relationship, we were not  even friends , we just spent time together on bed and after we quench the thirst of each other’s sexual desires, we just don’t meet until we feel like making love again, there is something in her, I don’t know what she does for living, she may be a criminal like me or may be working in some MNC, I never asked her, I can tell you how we met and how our unnamed relationship started but I will not do that cause that is not the part of the story, she was looking into my eyes and my eyes were looking at her well carved body, she got up and signalled me to follow her, we went to the bedroom and closed the door, and after that…I don’t think I need to explain anything further cause you all know what happens behind a closed door, especially when two persons filled with sexual desires are inside it, making love was done, she got up, took shower, cleaned herself, wore clothes and left.
for love we can kill but for lust we can die, we need more courage to die than to kill, which prove that lust is a stronger emotion than love, and now some of you may try to correct me but let me tell you one thing, my perspective towards love and lust will remain same forever.

I closed my eyes and for a moment, keeping all my perspectives and ideology aside, I imagined how it will be if I propose her to marry me, if she says yes then I will lose my freedom and if she says no and her thinking about me changes then my desires will stop getting fulfilled, so I decided to open my eyes and went straight into the kitchen and made something to eat, I opened the door of the fridge and was about to take out butter, my phone beeped, it was a message from him, “ listen, my pending works were done, so don’t wait till next week, kill me tomorrow itself”, first Simran fulfilled my sexual desire, now its my turn to full fill his desire of lying in a grave next to Diya, I will do it wholeheartedly, cause I believe that we all here in this world to full fill each other’s desires, of course by getting something in return.