The Other Side(76)

I heave a deep sigh as that memory tingles my brain. I walk over to the basin and open the faucet, letting the cool water seep into the pores of my face and then I quickly turn back again to appreciate my marvel, unwilling to let it go out of my sight even for a moment. The same high returns. I can't describe this feeling. This is as close to what God must have felt like. She is my creation. A long pending dream poised to come true. My thoughts waver looking at the bust, a firm voluptuous chest, the smooth long waxed hands and the flat mid-riff that displays a swirling navel. Other thoughts fade away as the memory sinks in.

I had gone to clear my monthly bill at the phone gallery, a couple of weeks back. Waiting in the queue, I got impatient reminding myself about the remaining work to be done time and again.

“Yes, sir. How may I help you?” a sweet voice spoke ahead. I looked up to see a fair, young damsel of about twenty smiling at me. I had moved ahead slowly as the queue ahead shortened. I had wanted to move out of that stuffy place until my eyes caught a hint of her tempting cleavage. The first button of her shirt had come off without her knowledge and she was well endowed enough for her chest to play rebellious. She was new here that I could make out as I came here periodically and hadn't seen her on my earlier visits. I ogled, my eyes gauging the size of her breasts. I could swear they were the best set of boobs my eyes had ever tasted; their round shape and firm structure assaulted my senses as they strained against the cotton fabric of her shirt, begging my mind to imagine them with six inches of meat being rubbed between the squeezed balloons.

“Sir?” she repeated, seeking my attention.

“Ms. … Preeti, is it? Here's the bill,” I said, extending the one page document, pretending as if I was reading the name plate on her chest.

She cleared the bill, not holding my gaze while buttoning up her shirt, shutting off that line from my eyes. I waited, hoping she would give me that warm smile and friendly 'goodbye' customerservice greeting which the others usually did. When she didn't, I had to move as the next person in line tapped my shoulder. Reluctantly, I walked out of the store and waited under the shade of a tree. My patience was my forte and I prided myself on it. I waited for a long time, finishing an entire packet of cigarettes and drowning two colas from the stall nearby.

Towards late evening, the security guard at the gallery came out to down the shutters, proclaiming it shut for customers. I smiled, sensing the moment draw near. Preeti came out half an hour later, dressed in a traditional brown sleeveless kurti and churidaar. Her glowing manicured hands screamed for attention, the first time my eyes noticing the appeal they contained. If I ever wanted arms to hold my love, it had to be those and then suddenly my attention fell on the buxom bulge of her top. The sight excited me into action, making me follow her. I mingled with the crowd at a distance, never once losing sight of quarry. She walked for twenty minutes and I silently pushed myself ahead. A couple of alleys ahead of the supermarket that was coming up in that area, I saw her enter a fourstoried building towards the further end of the road.

When I was reasonably sure about her schedule after following her for a couple of days, I chalked out the plan of action. Like the earlier two, I couldn't take her spontaneously. The evening I was waiting in the van parked opposite the gallery in hopes of executing the plan, it started raining again.

“Damn,” I cursed aloud but then sensed that the rain would give me additional cover towards the late evening and play down any sounds.

After two hours of making me wait, Preeti came out of the service store wearing a blue kurti and matching white churidaar, along with a female colleague. I crunched my fists in frustration, hoping she would not go along with the other lady.

“You're one lucky babe. You got a hike within a month. I'm jealous but this calls for a celebration. Anyway, we won't have to worry about the appraisal anymore,” the other girl said, hugging Preeti as soon as they had emerged from the gallery. Now her leaving late started making sense. Appraisal indeed! Good for me.

“Yes. Let's have lunch tomorrow. My treat!” Preeti said, brushing stray strands of hair as she opened her umbrella.

“I would save you the trouble,” I muttered under my breath.

I had noted earlier that my best chance to take her would be the alley near her building as it seemed to be on the verge of collapsing with very few people living in that area and I was very sure being a rainy night, no one would bother roaming on that mucky path. I followed Preeti at a distance driving slowly; keeping a check on her form that was rushing ahead in the rain. Just when she was about to near the alley, I accelerated quickly checking the alley on the left as I passed her. Sure enough, I couldn't spot a single person there. I braked and reversed rapidly, halting the van just ahead of the entrance to the lane as soon as she had entered the pathway. I exited the vehicle and walked up to her. I tapped her shoulder from behind and as soon as she turned, I slammed the metal rod on her head covering her mouth with my hand. I dragged her slumped form under the cover of the darkness and dumped it in the back of the vehicle. The rain pounded the windows as I drove at a furious speed, the sight of her heaving chest in the backseat egging me on. Within half an hour, I had reached an abandoned graveyard behind a crumbling church.