We, the team Potliwale Baba, are writing a fictional story as a part of #CelebrateBlogging – Game of Blogs.


Read the previous posts here: Chapter #1|#2|#3|#4|#5|#6|#7|#8|#9

Evening sets in little slow in Mumbai. While there was still some light and the dusk was setting in. She was looking out of the window admiring the sunset, her back was towards the door. Suddenly the lights went off. “Damn these Mumbai power cuts” she thought to herself, “Soon the watchman will power the building generator and power will be back any minute now..” She felt a sudden and sharp stinging blow that rocked her entire body.

She started to turn her head to see what had hit her but surprisingly her knees began to shake. She clutched the curtain tightly in her palm for support. But in slow motion, she crumpled down to the floor bringing the blinds and curtain falling upon her.

She tried reaching the point of pain with her hands but by then the pain began to spread. It became hard to breathe. She was aware of her surroundings, she was in the room. The world she knew began to turn in free motion right in front of her eyes, animated with a life of its own. She knew she must not lie there. She opened her mouth to speak but the words failed her.

Her vision blurred but she saw a tiny pair of footsteps running towards her followed by other footsteps. Then the lights came back on but she didn’t see it, she went into prolonged darkness.

Cyrus quickly took Roohi out of the room, she was too dazed to speak or say anything.

Shekhar saw the body in a pool of blood and he noticed the ‘red pumps’ on her feet. His thoughts went back to the time when last time Tara and he went for a movie…

After lots of arguments and persuasion Tara had finally taken a day out of her busy schedule. He wanted to take her out to celebrate the succes he had enjoyed with his 4th book being published. He had planned a romantic night out with his wife. He would take her for shopping followed by a candle lit romantic dinner and end the perfect day with a late night movie. He remembered how Tara was fixated with red pumps she saw at Unzi’s showroom. She looked at the price and tried to ignore it but her heart was set on it. Shekhar knew it very well that she desperately wanted those shoes. After the dinner table he excused himself to the restroom. Tara, as usual, started checking her mails and messages on her phone. After 15 minutes he joined her back. “Well that took long” Tara said with hint of doubt in her tone. “There was a long queue’ said Shekhar, “Shall we order?”

“Yes I am famished” said Tara.

After they had finished their meal Shekhar said, “let me call for tonight’s special.”

“Well I am full” said Tara.

“You are gonna love this..” replied Shekhar and gestured to the waiter to bring it on.

The waiter came with a box and handed it to Tara. She looked surprised and asked “What is it?”

Shekhar proudly smiled and said “Open it and see for yourself”.

She let out a loud shrill as she opened the box. It was those same pair of red pumps she saw at Unzi’s. She leaped towards Shekhar and gave him peck on his cheek and enveloped him in a tight hug.

On the way back that night she rested her head on his shoulder. It was already late in the night and the road empty; taking advantage of the situation, Shekhar leaned to kiss her red, strawberry lipstick flavored lips. It was deep, tender and passionate kiss. Tara opened her eyes from what seemed like an eternity, to notice someone at the middle of the road, crossing slowly. She broke the kiss and shouted “SHEKHAR… “

The shout was so real that it shook Shekhar off his thoughts and it took him a moment to come back to terms with the reality that he was now sitting in near a body that lay motionless in a pool of blood.

He heard her familiar voice once again, “OMG SHEKHAR.. How did.. who did?…” flabbergasted, he turned around to face Tara, who by now was hyperventilating.

He got up to his feet, wide eyed, he held Tara by her shoulders. He couldn’t believe he was looking at her. “You.. you.. are alive?” Tara looked at him irritated and said “Of course I am alive.”

He then turned towards the body, lying in the pool of blood with a kitchen knife stuck on her back and thought aloud, “Who is she then?…”

~to be continued, in round #2

“Me and my team are participating in ‘Game Of Blogs’ at BlogAdda.com. #CelebrateBlogging with us.”

Our Team Members: Srilakshmi Indrasenan (myself), Sneha Bhattacharjee, Deepak Nare,Hemantkumar Jain, Shameem Rizwana, Shoumik De, Nirav Thakker, Tushar, Ritu Pandey.

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