His Last Love

"I love your painting but why do you always use the red colour the most? Is it because it is the colour of love?"
Sitara asked, her voice is full of excitement.

"Thank you but no. I use it the most because it is the colour of blood."
His voice was cold.

*****

"I love you and want to marry you."
She said, her eyes are filled with love.

"I love you too and also can't wait to marry you."
He replied, his eyes were dead.

*****

"You are my first love."
She said, painful tears fell from her eyes.

"I will always love you."
She again said and broke down.

"And last to."
He said.

*BANG*

*****

"You are under arrest of killing your wife."
The police officers said and arrested him.

*****

"Did you regret it?"
An officer asked.

"No."
He replied and shot himself in the head suddenly.

*****

A story which was filled with love but the colour of the love was red, the same colour as blood.

Sitara was a normal girl who fell in love with a painter, greatest painter of all time, Rahul.

Rahul is basically the cold guy but he treated her nicely. And Sitara is blindly in love with him.

But what will happen when she gets to know that her painter boyfriend is a psycho serial killer?

What will she do?

And what will be the consequence of it?

She is scared of him but she indeed feels protective in his embrace.

He will never let her go because she is the first and the last love of him.