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Neeraj’s eyes widened in horror as he read Amit’s first entry in the diary. It was :

January 24, 2019.

I wish to celebrate the horrible deaths of two of the traitors who betrayed my trust. I think hunting humans gives me immense satisfaction and a feeling of great power rather than targeting poor innocent animals.
I wish my beloved wife, Payal, hadn’t cheated on me with my best friend, Mohit. Today, ‘I got rid of my sworn enemies.

Since Payal was cheating on me with Mohit, I thought she must be lusting after other men, too. As her husband, I felt that I should make her happy. So, I invited my close friends who leapt upon her as I forced Mohit to watch her scream in pain. Seven of us feasted on one lady, as her paramor, helplessly watched her suffering. I forced him to sleep with her for the final time at gun point. By the time, he was finished, Payal had died. People usually consumed animal meat. But the rage of betrayal burning inside me forced me to take a bold step. I chopped her body into pieces and cooked the parts below her waist. My friends were initially appalled but they too joined me in the feast. We left her ugly head with upper torso for the police to discover. We smeared her blood all over the petrified Mohit and got him arrested.The asshole is now behind the bars for the crime, we committed. Ha, ha, ha! But now, the eight of us were like tigers who caught on to the scent of blood and always on the prowl for the next prey.

Neeraj could feel the bile rising up his throat again. Thankfully, he had some peppermints in his trouser pocket. He popped one into his mouth and continued reading.

January 27, 2019

“After the legal formalities, I got the decapitated corpse. The whore didn’t deserve a decent funeral. I skinned her and made footwear out of it. ‘I used her bones to make a chair.

February 3, 2019

I thought of Mohit’s beautiful wife, Leela. I called my dear friends and hatched a plan to get her into the prostitution. Ranjan and I went to her house to express our sympathy as Leela started crying. She was heart broken to find out that her husband was sleeping with someone else. I took this opportunity to hug her and started patting her back. She came to her senses and pushed me away. But I convinced her, “Mohit doesn’t deserve your loyalty. After all, this is an era of women’s liberation. If he can cheat on you, you have every right to do it. Let’s teach him a lesson.” She fell for our charms and we didn’t waste time on disrobing her. We took our turns in bed with her and captured plenty of pics.

Leela got addicted to sex and willingly stepped into prostitution. I acted as her pimp and got her affluent customers. I took her snaps in various compromising position.

February 14, 2019.

I had a special Valentines Day present for Mohit, the Jailbird. Initially, he refused to see me but when ‘I passed on the message that his beloved wife, had sent a surprise gift for him. In spite of his infidelity, Mohit loved his wife. He grudgingly agreed to meet me in the visitors’ room. I handed him a huge parcel. He was losing his temper as he kept unwrapping the box that was covered in several layers of the gift wrap. When he opened the gift, his jaw dropped open in shock. He couldn’t believe his eyes. He was wild with fury and looked ready to throttle me when the guard stepped in to refrain him from murdering me.

” You sick bastard, how dare you do this to me? I know I should not have been involved with your wife. It was my huge mistake. This doesn’t give you the justification to retaliate and stoop so low as I did. But it’s not my fault alone. By the way, do you know that it was your beloved wife who seduced me into sleeping with her, ” ranted Mohit.

I wasn’t surprised. I thought of giving a respectable life to a call girl by marrying her. My parents and friends had advised me not to marry her. Yet, I ignored their pleas and went on to marry the love of my life. Little did I realize that I would be deeply hurt in the process. A single man wasn’t enough to satisfy her libido. To make the matter worse, she had labeled me as impotent to justify her deeds.

I hate women. They treat us men like a use and throw bottle. Hey, that gives me an idea! Let me turn the tables on them and get rid of the filthy creatures to protect innocent men falling victims to their charm and greed.

” Time is up, ” said the guard. ” ‘I hope you rot in hell, ” said Mohit. I replied, ” Wish you the same buddy. I hope your wife makes enough me in her newfound business so that it could be enough for both of you to lead a comfortable life together. ” Mohit lunged at me but the guard slapped him and asked his colleague to lead him away. The guard shook his head and said, ” That was reckless of you to provoke him to attack you. Please don’t come back because I am sure the next time, it would be your corpse walking out.”

February 15, 2019

” Prisoner commits suicide in Andheri police station.” ‘I smiled as I continued to read Mohit’s final journey into death. He had ended his life by hanging himself from the ceiling. This is a great day to rejoice. I called Ranjan and rest of my gang to celebrate in style.”

Neeraj closed the diary in disgust. He heaved a sigh of relief and muttered, ” Thank God! ‘I wished for his death, or the sick bastard must have killed my mom too. Neither all women are bad nor all the men good. ” The nurse exited Radhika’s room and told Neeraj that Radhika’s is now slowly regaining her consciousness. Neeraj was delighted with the development but how could he discuss about Amit’s horrible secret with her? Watch out for the next episode for another development in the story.

Thank you so much for taking your precious time to visit my website. Hope you enjoyed reading my blogs. šŸ˜ŠšŸ˜Š

5 thoughts on “SHORT STORIES FRIDAYS (62)

  1. Wow! Wow! Wow! Amazing story! Dear Aparna thank’s for share. Oh! Amil’s horrible secret…
    I am bitting my nails, waitting for the next episode.
    Have a lovely day full of blessings and happiness!


  2. Gosh, I love the way you journaled this story Aparna, but boy oh boy does this plot thicken. šŸ˜² Thanks for sharing your gift of storytelling with us my friend. Enjoy the rest of your day! šŸŒžāœØšŸ˜˜šŸ¦‹šŸ¤©šŸ’–šŸ„°


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