short story

A Rohan Kachalia Short Story

Her lips were as red as blood, I had noticed, as we slammed our bodies reaching for something. It was crazy. I had also noticed that her eyes displayed two emotions, passion and hate, one for each, both for me. I had whispered into her sweaty neck, ‘You’re amazing, baby’, before pushing the cushions on her face, hard, suffocating her.

Watching from the sofa, I had kept admiring her lifeless body till I emptied the entire bottle. I licked the rim of the bottle, just like I had licked her breasts. I threw the bottle on the ground. The hard sound startled me. I dialed a number. ‘Mission accomplished. The spy is dead’, I said.

But little did he know that he was being manipulated to kill the love of his life with the pretext of his duty towards the nation.

 

Linking this post to Day 18 of UBC and DailyChatter