Two
“GOOD GOD!” HE
EXCLAIMED, surprise evident in his tone. He pulled off the road and drove down
the driveway that led to the supermarket.
He killed the engine
and leaned back in his seat, watching Rita’s retreating figure, her long, dark,
hair bouncing from side to side as she walked.
His heart had given a
sudden leap when he saw her.
When he’d last seen
her, about two years back, she was still the strange girl he’d always
known.Always blowing hot and cold at will.
A smart and
classically beautiful lady. She hardly went clubbing and was always too serious
for a relationship. As cold as verkhoyansk...As unapproachable as a star. He
chuckled, amused at his poetic use of words.
Once he had publicly
criticized her. She grew livid with him and gave him a wide berth thereafter.
He learnt she worked with a venture capital investment in London. That meant a
fat purse.
He envied her. She
seemed to have all she could possibly wan. A beautiful, proud and independent
woman, the heiress of the Maxwell castle would need little or no support or
protection from any man.
Presently, she walked
out of the supermarket with two bags in her hand. Just looking at her, one
would know she had blue veins in her blood.
She was greeting
people all the way to her car.
An unrecognisable
princess mingling with the crowd. He smiled as he saw her struggle to put a bag
in her car booth. They seemed weighty.
It would be nice to say hello,
he thought. He pushed down on the door handle and stopped. A thought crossed
his mind.
What’s today’s date? He asked himself, his
eyes scanning the little calendar hanging from his rear-view mirror.
His brows rose in
surprise. Aha! It is already 26th.
Just four days more… and the fun would begin… he could hardly wait. Chuckling
in anticipation, he envisaged the sort of commotion his actions would cause. He
would have reporters scheming for information, trying to produce juicy news
reports, he police argus-eyed and families bereaved.
He knew it was going
to stir up a hornets’ nest. He’d n done this for three years with the victims
increasing every year by leaps and
bounds. This year, here would be five…five people…five jewels…five
sweeties…five…five ladies…
He stared as Rita cast
her eyes in his direction. He walked steadily to the driver’s side of her jeep,
her eyes still on his saloon- or on something around it- she got into her car
and drove slowly out of the parking lot.
She’d make a delicious
meal. He thought, a wicked smile playing at the corner of his lips.
He knew she was
heading northwards. Seconds later, he was following her closely with two cars
separating them.
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