Vansh and Roshni are college friends. Vansh was a business man who had a bad childhood with his parents having a unhealthy relationship which made him not believe into marriage or love. Roshni was a fashion designer and a girl full of life but unluc...
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I must say that I have become a really great cook. I prepared today's lunch all by myself. The people who took care of the place only came for cleaning purposes in the morning and left before 12 in the afternoon.
I called out for Vansh and then realized that the place is so fucking huge and my voice so small, he will never hear my voice plus I can't call him so that means I'll have to go search for him.
I walked up the stairs and once I reached the top I screamed as high as I could, "VANSH!"
No answer!
I looked in the room but he wasn't there. I went to the other side of the corridor which was unexplored by me. That side was rusty and very spooky.
Just when I was about to turn and leave I heard some voice, like Vansh was speaking. Speaking to whom?
I took small and steady steps and stopped in front of a crooky door. I tried to open it slowly without making any noise. I opened the door enough for me to see Vansh's back and hear him.
He held something like a telephone on his ear. He had a telephone which was working? Why wouldn't he tell me that?
"I hope everything is under control?" He asked and waited for the response.
"Great! No one can know that I killed Paul, not even a small bird.... Got it?" He spoke in rough deep voice.
It just made my legs to go back and make noise. Vansh suddenly looked back with rage in his eyes.
He immediately put the telephone on the desk and walked towards me.
I immediately took more steps behind and asked, "What did you do to him?" I asked with heavy voice. I felt like I am about to lose my voice once and for all.
"Just what he deserves." He said in a calm psychopathic way.
"What exactly did you do?" I asked again continuously taking my steps back.
"Nothing much, I just cut off both his hands and poured acid on them and took out his heart with my bare heads." He said with a smirk. He seemed so casual with it like it was his daily routine.
"You are so fucking sick! Why did you do it?" I stopped in front of the stairs.
"Because he dared to touch you and have feelings for you... I mean that's so disrespectful, right?" He smiled biting his lips.
"You can't kill someone for such a small thing." I found myself trembling and tears rolling down my eyes.
"I can, when I said that you are mine and no one can have you I meant it. "
