Tonight he was a man on a mission. He moved swiftly through the empty streets as the clock struck one. He moved through the shadows like a ghost to maintain minimal presence and contact. After fifteen minutes he finally reached his destination. The tall, dark, eerily silent apartment in front of him sent a shiver down his spine. He loved watching horror movies.
But this was a different experience for him altogether. However, he could not just turn back and run away. His life depended on the task that he had come to complete.
He entered the apartment and moved up to the third floor swiftly in the dark. He walked down to the door and stood in front of it silently while putting his gloves on. Feeling convinced that no one was around he slowly turned the doorknob.
The lock had already been decommissioned during his last visit. The door opened with a creaking sound that seemed to be enough to even awaken the dead. He sneaked into the room like a silent assassin and slowly moved towards the bedroom. The fact that the room was dark did not affect him at all. He avoided any collision with the furniture... After all he had been there just a few hours ago.
He slowly pushed the door open. The room still had the sweet fragrance of the perfume she had put on that night. He slowly moved towards the bed where he had left her. He had to find his revolver before the police came up. He tried to switch on the lights only to realize that he had himself had disconnected the wires on his last visit. On his knees, he started searching the floor for his gun. He had dropped it right there beside the bed after shooting her. Yet it was nowhere to be found. He
started to sweat, something must have gone horribly wrong. She had promised that she would come back to avenge his betrayal and hunt him the same way. He could suddenly feel a warm breath on his shoulder and the fragrance getting stronger. He looked up.
The cold barrel of the revolver touched his forehead. A shot ended it all.
By Abhishek Roy, Times of India, Kolkata