Aryan's Lethal Obsession

Adah

Life has been blissful for me for the past two months.

Mom was right in saying there would be light at the end of the tunnel. The dark phase that my family went through has not only taught us many things but also made us stronger than what we were, especially me.

Adah Malik, not a useless daughter anymore. I now work in a reputed software developing firm, shouldering household responsibilities like the adult I'm supposed to be. Dad had fully recovered and, after a lot of persuasion from us, took a few months of rest instead of returning to his job. As for Fahad, my ex-fiancee, he could go to hell for all I care. But I will never forget him for making me realize the biggest lesson of my life. There is more than what meets the eyes. He manipulated me into believing he was an ideal partner, only to demand money in return for the proposal. Dad knew I liked him and obliged their demands; however, things didn't go as per their plan.

When I decided to work, it was all overwhelming for me with zero experience, but I randomly started browsing job sites and dropped my resume. For over two weeks, there was no response, and I started feeling dejected.

I was surprised when one day I got an interview email from a firm that was considered a titan in software development. I immediately grabbed the opportunity and stayed positive even though my interview went horrible. What was more surprising was that I could crack the job in my first interview itself. I've never seen Dad as happy as I saw him the day I announced I got the job. The pay was fantastic, which was the final nail. I felt proud of myself, realizing I was independent in a true sense now and didn't need to be dependent as someone's wife.

The reason I decided to work was not as a hobby or because of financial pressure. That night with that man, I realized life had given me a second chance. And after learning about Jasmine's miserable life, a harsh slap of reality woke me out of my fairytale life.

Talking about her, something changed in her. At first, she didn't answer my call, and after I called her persistently, she one day answered the call and rudely told me not to call her again. I had many questions to ask her, but eventually, I decided to honor her wish. She came as a blessing to me when I was vulnerable. The least I could do was do as she desired.

My chain of thoughts broke when I realized the cab had been at the same junction for the past 10 minutes.

"What's happened?" I said, noticing a commotion at a distance from the junction. Police vans and some journalists hovering the place.

"Double murder." As soon as the cab driver said, the flashes from that night played before my eyes.

"What?" I asked, fidgeting with my bag's strap in panic. I still get nightmares of that night.

I still don't know who that devil was and often felt his gaze on me but I know it was all my illusion. How can he know where I worked or lived?

"They are investigating the crime scene," the cab driver replied, looking through the rear window.

"Who could kill people like that?"

"Maybe whoever got killed was messing with the mafia," he said, shrugging his shoulder

"You talk as if you know them," I had to ask, seeing his confidence when he talked about them.

"I am a cab driver, madam. I've seen things at night while you people sleep oblivious to dark life," he said with a tone that made me gulp.

Mafia?

Something doesn't feel right to me. I know the cab driver was only bluffing to scare me, but my skin pricked with goosebumps when I saw him giving me a creepy smirk.