Sobbing in the darkest corner of his sea view room in the hours of dusk, Prabhanjan, when there was nothing around him but his soltitude.
He was miserable than ever, with his dark secrets being revealed layer after layer in a way he could not understand. His worst nightmare would be if his wife had tears in her eyes and he was the reason behind it. He cannot let his wife, the love of his life being at the slightest of trauma ever. He was very protective of her ever since he met her. He called her the warrior who saved his soul from getting corrupted. She was the driving force of his then stagnant life and she picked him up well, boosted him like a friend and kept him going to become the man who he is now. His fame, stardom is all a gift from her. He, who thought would be the keeper of this God gifted woman, was now guilty as charged by his own traits and infidelity running in his veins.
He somehow manages to crawl and get up back on his feet. He stumbles, gets hit by the desk, door frame on his way to his wife's room. Flashes of her laughter could be heard echoing in that room. The way she whispered, "I Love You." Everything got him carried away from the moment to the edge when he reached the doorstep. He hadn't entered this room for years. Tear filled eyes, with immense pain dropping through his eyes, breaks down emotionally to all tears as he touches the door knob. Falls near the door and cuddles himself near the door slightly ajar. He looks vaguely inside with tear filled eyes, gets up again and pushes the door open. His gaze locked on the last picture he had for his wife before she passed away six years ago.
Prabhanjan- "Why? (*Crying relentlessly, hurting his heart inside chest to the extremity) Why?? Why did you have to go baby?"
"It's terrible to live without you alone," it's an unceasing pain of loss and the grief of this love-pain stricken heart can only be quenched by satan himself. all that he wants now to get her back from the dead and fill her
into his empty world.
He is on knees infront of her picture stalled panting, sobbing crying at the top his lungs to reach her in heaven. But there he was, a mortal human stature with his fist clenched and cursing his fate for having left him alive without the courage to move on.
It has been a long time that Prabhanjan had some peace in his heart after his mother was killed and the whole world came shutting on him. That incident was a turning point in his life when he chose the dark streets and emerged out to be a filthy cold blooded infamous hitman of his times. He was faceless but was rewarded well after each job well done. He made it a point then, not to take up assignments from the same man twice..
He must have killed over a 100 lives in cold. And didn't grin at all. It was not until he met Shazia in the Italian downtown during his operation that seemed to be the last failed operation. But for him he found what he wanted, he could feel his heart beating again. He felt the warmth of the setting sun falling on his face when he was suppose to be aiming the cross hair on the vanity merchant. But he simply kept tracing Shazia while she was contemplating sitting on the first tables near sea.
He somehow manages to crawl and get up back on his feet. He stumbles, gets hit by the desk, door frame on his way to his wife's room. Flashes of her laughter could be heard echoing in that room. The way she whispered, "I Love You." Everything got him carried away from the moment to the edge when he reached the doorstep. He hadn't entered this room for years. Tear filled eyes, with immense pain dropping through his eyes, breaks down emotionally to all tears as he touches the door knob. Falls near the door and cuddles himself near the door slightly ajar. He looks vaguely inside with tear filled eyes, gets up again and pushes the door open. His gaze locked on the last picture he had for his wife before she passed away six years ago.
Prabhanjan- "Why? (*Crying relentlessly, hurting his heart inside chest to the extremity) Why?? Why did you have to go baby?"
"It's terrible to live without you alone," it's an unceasing pain of loss and the grief of this love-pain stricken heart can only be quenched by satan himself. all that he wants now to get her back from the dead and fill herinto his empty world.
He is on knees infront of her picture stalled panting, sobbing crying at the top his lungs to reach her in heaven. But there he was, a mortal human stature with his fist clenched and cursing his fate for having left him alive without the courage to move on.
It has been a long time that Prabhanjan had some peace in his heart after his mother was killed and the whole world came shutting on him. That incident was a turning point in his life when he chose the dark streets and emerged out to be a filthy cold blooded infamous hitman of his times. He was faceless but was rewarded well after each job well done. He made it a point then, not to take up assignments from the same man twice..
He must have killed over a 100 lives in cold. And didn't grin at all. It was not until he met Shazia in the Italian downtown during his operation that seemed to be the last failed operation. But for him he found what he wanted, he could feel his heart beating again. He felt the warmth of the setting sun falling on his face when he was suppose to be aiming the cross hair on the vanity merchant. But he simply kept tracing Shazia while she was contemplating sitting on the first tables near sea.
He picked up the sniper rifle and folded with the swift of his meticulous hands trained and tarned to be the ruthless killer. He puts his hand in the pocket inside the suit he was wearing and brings out a beautiful old ring. This belonged to his mother, he picked it from the crime scene, the thief must have slipped it out and left it behind. He kept this with him, in her memory. A teardrop rolls out when flashes of her dead face comes in front of his eyes. His eyes grew red and he picks the rifle again. Aims within a few seconds and hits the target, clean shot through the temple. It caused a chaos and people started running and panicked themselves out.
In the midst of that chaos, he lost the sight of Shazia. He dissembled the rifle and packs away to Milan in his muscle car..
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