(11) Nirek's Story

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A black Aston Martin babe skids past the flyover like a pro Ice skater waltzes on
the ballroom. Ashwin gazes at his rear view mirror with a cruel killer instinct. There are
red light spots in his mirror; the sleuths are chasing him for the past ten minutes. His gaze
lands on the face of the girl, who lay lifeless in his rear seat. Her face is frozen like a pale
ice brick; her black eyes are popping out like Chinese candies. The white dress is tainted
with dark red blood bleeding near her heart. A gun fire at close range should have killed
her. Her dress shows that she was a beautiful damsel in her life before death. Period. His
babe speeds past 120 Kmph with onboard cruise control. Ashwin manages to smile
suppressing the sublime depression. When he brings his attention back to front side, he
barely notices a speeding cross country truck coming towards him. He scrambles, cuts the
cruise control, and tries to switch on the collision avoidance system. The blue cockpit
screen turns on, the microprocessor pukes out words. “System Failure, Target is too
close. Please apply the master break. The button is at the right end of...” Screeeeeeeeeech.

The scene widens to a beautiful beach stretch. There on the white sand, a beautiful
couple hugs each other crazily as if they gonna eat each other. That looks like they are in
a vacation in Easter Islands. Ashwin is a well built, six feet personality. The yellow
Lamborghini parked near them tells that our hero is crazy about cars.
“Honey, I love you. Love you madly you know. You were looking like an angel, you see,
an angel from heaven in my birthday party yesterday night. Half the eyes in the party hall
were looking at you, when we danced. And you know what…My dad had gifted me a
new Aston Martin yesterday. I can’t forget this birthday dear. Undoubtedly this is the best
birthday ever in my life. Thanks Honey. I Love you sweeto!” The beautiful girl on his
cuddle is Lara, the Icy cool girl of this generation. She is a contender for Ms. Earth
competition, which is going on in Easter Islands this year. “You are my sweet heart,
honey. I will do anything to make your life bliss. Your love makes me feel like a blessed
girl, you know”.
Sun is racing past the mountains in horizon, spews out the bright orange rays to
color the sky at dusk. Ashwin cell phones kicks up indicating the call from his sweet
heart. “Honey, when are you reaching the venue? I am getting tensed. I wanna see your
smiling face before entering the stage. It’s the D-day and I am dressed to clinch the title.
You should see me and I will wait for you dear. Coooooommmmmmme soon”.
Ashwin mind goes blank; all he wants to do is to reach the hall as early as possible. He
zips pasts the ongoing traffic in the highway, rushes to the venue like a mad man. He
curses himself for leaving Lara alone in the venue and for coming to airport at the wee
hours to pick up his new babe. His cockpit screen throws out a beautiful icon with music;
it says a new message; he touches the new mail icon. Mail reads as “Son, I am flying to
New York with your mom tonight. We will be there with you in Easter Islands day after
tomorrow right on the dot for your engagement. Hope you are having fun with your new
babe too. Love you dear”.

May be he should not have left her alone. He didn’t know at that time that he
never gonna see her lively smile again. When he manages to reach the hall, there is a
huge round of applause. “Ladies and Gentleman, Welcome to this grand finale. We have
six beauty queens here and the judges for the occasion are….” Ashwin runs like a
madman to her personal room at backstage. As he opens the door and steps in; a gunshot;
she falls in his hands lifeless; a guy with black jacket runs past him. That guy, our villain,
jumps into his car and vanishes in the highway. Ashwin in Aston Martin with his girl is
on fire behind that car.

Huge noise; people are pouring in the highway to see that twin crash. Both cars
had collided into that mammoth truck. As clock ticks fast, Ashwin gets back his
consciousness; manages to come out of his car. With all the depression and
aggressiveness in his eyes, he runs towards the other car. That is also badly damaged.
People had pulled out the driver. Ashwin runs to see the killer. He couldn’t believe his
eyes, “Daaaaaaaaaaaaaddddddddd! Is that you?”

“Shit! Look at Ashwin. He had bed wetted again. Wake him up and take him to
the rest room please” Ashwin papa is shouting at his peak to his wife in that wee hours of
night. “Don’t worry dear. He is still an eight year old kid. He should be learning to sleep
like a guy soon. May be he had a bad nightmare!”