He saw the taxi and knew he had to hide.
He didn't want her to see him. Even after these many years
he still couldn't gather the courage to come in front and fake the smartness.
He saw her black stilettos making sound on the footpath
while her manicured hand was busy keeping the highlighted strands of hair away from her eyes. She
looked gorgeous.
He knew she would throw a disgusting look to the lift-man for
not getting the elevator on time and once she will reach on 17th
floor she will not get the door keys at once. He knew he had to reach there
before her and he took the back stairs.
He saw someone was keeping the lift busy in one of the floors;
he silently opened the door and locked it again from inside. The darkness he
found comforting. After all some works can only be done in darkness. He made no
sound, he didn't move anything. His hand was feeling heavy but he couldn't
leave it anywhere. His job is nearly done and it is just a matter of few
minutes now.
He always knew she was different but last few months things went
beyond reconciliation. He knew about this trip of hers and he knew what he
wanted. Today was the day.
The door clicked…..
BOOM!!! BOOM!!!
The big balloons popped…
The lights turned on…
Happy Birthday Honey!!!!.......
The horror in her eyes suddenly replaced with a warm smile
just exactly how he wanted it before piercing the heavy knife through her heart… The
smile remained in the lips, horror in her eyes…
