23 July, 2011

Revenge


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I went through other wonderful posts and found none about classic revenge. I thought I’d do the honors.  

I looked at the face in the mirror.

A sensuous face with plump lips shimmering seductively from light gloss, almond-shaped kohl-lined eyes with lashes long enough to fell a man in a glance and high, well-defined cheek bones which seemed to lift the face from mere mortal to angel. The button nose was the only thing that kept the face from being perfect even while making it look cutely elfish. Thick hair, lustrous and luxurious, streaked in red and violet, skimmed the delicately shaped ears and fell just below the shoulder, the first indicator of a rebel child.

The rest is not too shabby either, I thought. A decade of being a druggie and I still had the perfect figure, still could turn all the heads in a bar the moment I walk in. I never have to try too hard, do I? I smirk to myself. No one has ever been able to resist the legs they describe to be ‘a mile long’.

I smoothed out the stockings, checked my garter fasteners and gave my hair one last brush. I knew I’d be quite a vision in the red Valentino and the fiery Jimmy Choo’s. They hugged my curves like second skin. I dabbed on Chanel No.6 and thought, everything has to be perfect.

It would be worth every bit of the mild shoe bite to see his mouth dropping open.


I went out to the foyer and asked the receptionist for the room keys; I said I was his wife. She threw a doubtful look at my hair but the reassuring smile that I gave her seemed to calm her down. I have always had a way with people. Maybe I would have done well at a job in the hospitality industry, I thought absently as I walked to the elevator.
He wouldn’t expect to see me. Not here, not now, not like this. I smiled.

I reached for the knob with a strange tightness in my chest. I refused to name the emotion as I pushed the door open. There he was, sitting at the table and writing, as handsome as I always remembered. The thick shock of black hair that curls at the nape, always making me yearn to run my fingers through them… The dimples that had progressed from being the TRP of a college kid for getting laid to making him look like the adorably approachable sales manager who had women happily catering to his every whim… The broad, powerful shoulders capable of taking your burden and replacing it with such intense pleasure that had your own shoulders arching with need… I sighed silently.

I quietly tiptoed behind him and put the chloroformed handkerchief to his nose.
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When I came to I found myself tied to the chair with my tie. What the fuck was going on here?! If this was somebody’s idea of a joke, there would be hell to pay… I’d make certain of that….

I sensed someone behind me. Who’s there, I called out. No reply, only a tinkling laugh.
My blood froze.

Haritha? Is that you?
Ah, so you still remember me, Tafseer. I’m glad, she said. I heard heels clicking and she came into view.

Mashallah. That girl had always been special. There had been that quality about her. I couldn’t help gawking. It’d been difficult to let go of that one and seeing her now was bringing all that back.

You never had a problem showing your admiration, Taff. She laughed again.
I knew this was it.
I’m sorry, I really am. Please….
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I saw fear wreak havoc in his eyes. Those beautiful brown eyes.
He was the only one who’d ever understood me, understood what I was made of. He knew.

I trusted you. I fell in love with you. You were the only one I ever truly cared about.



And you raped me. You tied me up and raped me for fifteen days, Taff. You invited your friends and you feasted on my body like hungry dingos. You burned me with cigarette butts and made me do unimaginable things. And you laughed at me.

Lol… even that I got over. Just imagine; I got over having my life ruined, my dignity stripped. Why? Because God gave me a new chance at life. I, somehow, didn’t care that a rapist’s blood was going to run in her veins and I made the mistake of coming to you. God, I was a fool. I believed your promises, I trusted you after everything. I’d seen Ma go back to Pappa a countless times and some na. So, I came back to you.

And you killed my baby. My Aalia.


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She lovingly dipped the rag in vitriol, careful not to ruin her manicure and placed it carefully on his writhing face. Then she dripped what was left in the bottle down his shirt and left the bottle upturned on his zipper.

And she settled down on a cushioned chair to watch the life ebb out of him, bit by painful bit. She reveled in the feeling of the tightness in her chest dissipating rapidly.

His last agonized scream was muffled by the rag.
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39 comments:

  1. wow!! You have ur way with stories!!!

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  2. This gave me goosebumps! :O Amazing!

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  3. Spell bound! that is what i feel. Awesome narration with apt breaks, nicely woven story. Good work, Priyanka!

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  4. This is like awesome..Looking at the same instance from two different perspectives is neer easy..Hats Off..!!

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  5. Oh Lord! I love it...i wud have been a bit more sadist if i was her.
    Wonderful post!

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  6. The story started off really nicely. But the climax became a lil predictable.

    But then, you don't have enough scope when the theme is revenge.

    Nice narration.

    Cheers
    CRD

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  7. Nice narrative. However not the only classical revenge one as you call it.Check out this one Revenge
    By the way I must say I enjoyed reading your Bragbbin posts on BlogJunta as well.
    Also do check out my entry for Blog-a-ton: Revenge

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  8. Hmm... wish women are not treated so brutally that they feel like killing someone. But I know, in real life it happens .. well captured!

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  9. Your posts of late, are comparable to the works of Sidney Sheldon.
    Where the protagonist risks life, limb and even more, thinks over and comes back after performing a psychoanalysis of what went wrong - only to pay back hard :D

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  10. Like Red mentioned - If i were her - I would have firstly not gone back to him - but then again Indian women are taught to sacrifice :) and also I would have just made sure he suffered a little more :P Like you know I would torture him a little more before life ebbed out of him :) good Go!

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  11. Very well written. :)
    The drama was in perfect dosage. She got her revenge and she didn't out do it. :) I simply loved it. :)

    And there was always a twist waiting for you. I like. :)

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  12. wow.... loved it from the very beginning to the end ...

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  13. That literally gave me goose-bumps, especially the last few lines.
    But then if revenge isn't all-consuming, then it isn't revenge for real !

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  14. @ Cindrella, thanks milady:)

    @ Rachana, please tell me you wanted the pig dead too :\ Thank you:)

    @ Cloud Nine, thanks much:) how well do the pictures go?

    @ Nirvaan, thanks:) i was worried that maybe coherence would be lost..

    @ Red Handed, I had other things in mind for the bastard but then when I finished writing it'd become too adult, so edited out a bit:\

    @ CRD, I wanted to make it as classic-ly revenge-ful as possible, I guess. Thank you:)

    @ The Fool, whoops, my bad, I missed that one:) ah, thanks, you liked those:) Will do ASAP..

    @ aativas, you should watch the movie 'I spit on your grave'. It's related and it just makes you depressed:( thanks for visiting!

    @ Soumya, :D thanks girl!!

    @ Ashwin, never will I be even close but you truly honor me:) He's one of my favorite authors..

    @ anjLi, like maybe cut off an 'important' part or two?:P I thought about it:D thank you!!

    @ Srinidhi, dude! Thanks:) You've become The Regular <3

    @ Menachery, thank you! and welcome:)

    @ Brijender Singh, all-comsuming, yes. Exactly what I meant it to be:) Thanks!

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  15. Nice one :) The content was average but the way u have written has just made it very special and beautiful.. check my Revenge :)

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  16. I love the word 'Bobbit' and I'm sure I would have used it as a verb for him, were I the protagonist here :) I mean, why have the pleasure of seeing him suffer taken away from you, eh? ;p There were 1 or 2 more posts similar to yours, but you did write this in a more chilling way :)

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  17. Now that sent a chill down my spine. Wonder what made her wait so long?

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  18. The idea here, I found to be similar to what I had written.. But the way you wrote it, outclassed mine.. All the best for BAT :)

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  19. oh this is just wow.. Good luck.. Here is my post, Oh, this is .... ReVeNge

    Someone is Special

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  20. the narration from both ends are amazing ....nice read...please do consider the background and the font colour it is very difficult to read .....all the best

    here is mine

    the revenge of aparniyan- Revenge

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  21. @ Preethika Shenoy Padiyar, thanks:) will do asap.

    @ phatichar, aaaaaand? :)

    @ Shilpa Nair, I had to look up Bobbit (forgive the ignorance) and I completely agree; had I known Bobbit would have replaced Tafseer:D My bad, I wasn't thorough enough while checking the others :| Thanks though:)

    @ Purba, thank you Ma'am. She had nothing more to lose na, she took her time to plan out her perfect revenge.

    @ Sunil Padiyar, ah, you flatter me, thank you so very much..

    @ Someone is Special, thank you:)

    @ the critics, thank you:)
    If you mean the brown on black then it wasn't fully loaded..
    Will do asap..

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  22. SCARY!!!

    But yah that is pretty much what he deserved!

    Love the dark, gloomy and sadistic setup of the story!

    And a pretty unobvious one for a blog titled "Confessions of a Chocolate Obsessed"

    ATB for the BAT...

    I did mine story on revenge on the similar lines... DO go through and lemme know! Read mine at Revenge is best when served cold

    Regards
    Wandering Thoughts "

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  23. Oh! I was in awe... a strong story... The end was nice :)

    Cheers,

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  24. Its been so long since i visited your blog!!!

    Good to be back and what a marvelous piece! Amazing work! :)

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  25. WOW... Well written. You seem to have a way with words, and sudden twists to plots. You should consider writing a detective or suspense thriller kinda novel. I would surely buy it :-)

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  26. sssssssssssssssss

    That burns.

    Interesting post, but then I said what I had to, in the comment on the next post. :P

    Cheers,
    Blasphemous Aesthete

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  27. @ Aashish Sood, :D I know, the blog has NOTHING to do with chocolate:P Thank you so much for coming:) Will do asap..

    @ Tanvi, thanks milady:)

    @ Chandana, 1)Katti :| 2) Thank you:)

    @ Sri, really? I'd be any good at it? Whodunits are my favorite kinda book and I'd LOVE to write one:) Thank you SO much..

    @ Blasphemous Aesthete, 'just gonna stand there and watch me burn, that's all right because I love the way it hurts' :D Don't know why I suddenly remembered those lyrics...

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  28. Well, that was a beautifully written story, and the actions that once happened did deserve revenge. You played with the emotions involved quite nicely!

    And yes, your votes did come through just fine..

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  29. finallyyy girte padte ive made it to ur blog.
    defntly cold, loved d character sketch fr haritha n brutal acts do deserv such treatment.
    mere taraf se bhi ek tischaao maar dena tha :o

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  30. I am visiting for the first time and I read this post! It's so intense and I love the ending. very nicely written.. I can hardly write this long and THIS well. lovely blog you run here :)

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  31. ..aaaaaand...what? Chilling, that's it.

    :P Nice story, girl - I liked it. Keep up the good work. Time to write a 'series', perhaps?

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  32. @ Leo, thank you milord:)

    @ Sadiya, aakhir pahaunch hi gaye janaab :P Tischaao maar denge..

    @ Shruti, welcome milady:) and thanks, do keep visiting..

    @ phatichar, series, yes, I have been thinking about it for quite some time now but I don't know if I'll be able to carry on the momentum till the end. Thanks:)

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  33. sssssssssssssssss

    That burns.

    Interesting post, but then I said what I had to, in the comment on the next post. :P

    Cheers,
    Blasphemous Aesthete

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  34. wow.... loved it from the very beginning to the end ...

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  35. Your posts of late, are comparable to the works of Sidney Sheldon.
    Where the protagonist risks life, limb and even more, thinks over and comes back after performing a psychoanalysis of what went wrong - only to pay back hard :D

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  36. Nice one :) The content was average but the way u have written has just made it very special and beautiful.. check my Revenge :)

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  37. lovely......................ohh that should not be the way to compliment a revenge post, but mashallah, u have done justice to the subject.....................excellent..........andnow u have me on ur list :P.........

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