She sat in the Starbucks cafe, sipping her
coffee and staring out of the window. Even if Amit was blind, he would have
been unable to miss the beauty that radiated from the girl. She was gorgeous.
Her kohl filled eyes gazed at a distance. He wondered what she thought of. Her
long eye lashes stood in graceful attention as she hardly blinked. Her spotless
face oozed an angelic glow he had rarely seen. Her curly shoulder length hair
added to the mesmerizing allure. Her dainty nose was followed by the cutest
pair of lips he had ever seen; as if just waiting for him to kiss.
Amit could sit there all day and watch this
amazing creation of the almighty. And he was glad that there was hardly anyone
in the café at that hour.
“Sir,
your phone is ringing” said the waiter as he caught Amit staring intently at
the girl. Amit checked his phone to see ‘Sonu’ flashing on the screen. The name
momentarily broke the spell Amit was under. Sonu was his eight year old son.
And although Amit was forty he had found it difficult to control the teenager
in him. He always had. He answered the phone and assured Sonu that he would
take him to watch Minions that evening.
Amit clucked in irritation as the waiter
who was taking her order blocked his vision. But he soon left, and Amit could
once again worship her through his eyes.
He continued ogling at the girl as he
ordered another cup of green tea. His eyes wandered all over the female’s body.
He could imagine her divine curves hidden behind her top which he wished was
tighter.
‘I need a better view’ he thought.
He immediately got up and shifted
to a couch closer to her.
‘Oh this is much better’ he thought
gleefully as he ogled at her entire body. She was perfect. All he could think
of was ripping her attire off to shreds and doing what he did best. Loving
them. She was just the kind of women he liked. Young, luscious, virginal.
‘I should approach her. She seems easy’ he
thought. It was a stupid idea. He was married and had a kid.
‘But a little
harmless flirting wouldn’t hurt’ he thought again.
The city was full of such women. His wife
had been one too. But now he couldn’t stand the sight of her. She had bloated
out of proportions.
He always regretted getting married.
Getting married to experience the pleasures of a female’s body was ridiculous.
It was like buying an orchard just because he liked a fruit. If he hadn’t been
married he would have been checking into a hotel right now with her.
‘As if it’d stopped you earlier’, he
thought and smiled slyly.
Lost in amorous thoughts he hadn’t realised
that the girl had caught him staring at her. She was used to such attention.
And she could always tell admirers from perverts. She knew that in his mind, he
had already undressed her. Little did he know what she was capable of. The
thought brought a smile to her face. She reached inside her handbag and pulled
out something shiny. She looked around the café to see if anybody had noticed.
Her pervert admirer had.
Amit’s eyebrows furrowed as he tried to
gauge in what he had just seen. It was a knife. Small but seemingly effective.
But it wasn’t the size that made him tense. It were the very visible stains of
blood that covered the blade. And all of a sudden, the woman, seemingly
muttering to herself, started rocking gently on the chair. Still unable to
fathom what he had just seen, Amit saw the female take the knife and slash her
left palm with it. Amit jumped up in horror. But not a sound escaped his open mouth.
His heart pounded mercilessly in the cage of his chest. Even scarier was the
fact that the girl had not made a single sound, let alone a shriek. Even as he
struggled to come to terms with it, the girl made another slashing movement and
blood gently flowed out of her palm. Amit looked around nervously; the lone
waiter had his back turned to the entire scene as he blended fresh coffee beans
in the mixer. As Amit turned back he was horrified to see her staring at him
with a psychotic grin. Her eyes burnt with a feeling he couldn’t define. Was it
hatred? Or a devilish delight? He couldn’t tell. All he knew was that those
eyes were boring into his very soul. Then, slowly, her lips curled into the
slightest of smiles. A demonic smile. Whatever colour was left on his face
vanished instantly.
‘You are going to die’ she said loud enough
for him to hear. A cry of panic escaped Amit’s mouth as he fell of the chair.
He quickly got up and made a mad dash towards the door.
“Sir, your bill” shouted the waiter as he ran
towards the exit. But he had lost the man.
As she saw him flee in panic, she couldn’t
help hide her grin. She wiped her blood stained hands with the tissue paper. It
was amazing what potassium thiocynate and ferric chloride could achieve. She loved chemistry. And she would ensure that every day she
would teach her students some neat chemistry tricks to make learning fun. Who
would have thought that it could also prove pretty effective against oglers and
eve teasers?
She checked her hands for any more stains.
“Wow, you really scared the hell out of
him.” the waiter bowed down in appreciation as he approached her.
“I did, didn’t I?” she asked as she gave
him a gorgeous smile.
“Yeah you did. But you also owe me two
hundred bucks. He ran away without paying” said the waiter.
“Oh that’s ok. I will pay you.”
“Don’t worry. He will come back. He left
his wallet on the table. You better put the knife away before you scare away
any more customers” he said, winking at her.
She smiled cheerfully as she grabbed the
coffee mug. The blood stained knife lay next to her handbag, covered with her
blue silk scarf.
