This post has been written as a part of Blogadda's #CelebrateBlogging. My team is "Tandem Tensome" & this is the seventeenth chapter in the series. You can read the previous chapter (Chapter XVI) here : Well, folks ! let's proceed then....
Chapter XVII: "The Stains...."
“Yikes!” – She screeched, as if in percussion and
“CRASH”….the unsettling twang
resonated through the semi-furnished apartment. The diners were taken aback at
this sudden turn of events; Roohie had just left the room, accompanied by the
makeshift-guardian-cum-pup-mentor Mr. Ahuja and Shekhar was just about to
extend the conversation. It was as if somebody had thrown a piece of iron ore
in the midst a gang of hoggish magnets….rather a sudden spike of impulse in an
otherwise smoothly progressive sine curve.
“Ahhhh….Gawwwd!!!”- She shrieked. The intensity was even
louder this time…the cutting remonstrance were perhaps as abrupt as a
fulmination, it was rather onerous to make way through the impenetrable mess.
Her hollers had transformed into desperate wails by then…it was such an
unexpected hank that the Cyrus almost lost his balance even while sitting on
the chair.
A
‘vexing’ pool of blood had almost sheathed the marble cover by then…the
cadaverous sight had literally sloshed them in a matter of seconds. Nobody
could gauge the rationale behind the entire series of events…there was no time
to react as well, it was more of a jolt this, that clawed hard into the
so-called-opulence of the moment. It was difficult to ‘rise up’, sense and
perhaps retort in riposte.
“How did it happen?”- Shekhar yelled and understandably so.
The host had been extremely congenial to say the least, the slightest of lapse
on his part was highly inexplicable. He was perhaps trying to help himself
through the convivial mode of reciprocation…those instilled mnemonics of
kinship that he extended was perhaps a prejudiced call, it did have a hidden
agenda as well. The ruinous reversal of amelioration had shaken his core.
“What have you done….”- He pointed frantically towards Cyrus as
Jennifer dropped off from the chair on to the blood-stained mezzanine,
abandoned…crippled under the impact of severe discomfort. The injury was
fatal…the broken piece of glass had gashed through the prudish veins, the
massive cleft that was symbolic to some extent…but no one was in a poetic mood
then. Jennifer was still searching for her camera…it was almost like a dope,
she couldn’t let go at any point of time.
“Where is the first aid kit?”- Cyrus
shouted, almost disregarding the causal factor…shrugging off the responsibility…”And you, stop hunting for that piece of
shit…the DSLR or whatever…”- He commanded. Shekhar, in the meanwhile had
recovered from the state of impulsive shock and was trying to soothe her
wounded ‘psyche’ …his platform of propitious correspondence had dramatically
turned out to be a grisly affair. He was still recovering.
“Are you listening? This is
serious…PLEASE, for God’s sake get an antiseptic. NOW NOW NOW!”- Cyrus tried to convince the appalled
moderator. He looked in complete mess…the flow of blood had jabbed a dagger of
impasse right in his gusto; he was literally shivering on his feet...trying to “match
steps”, it’s been quite a devil’s feast so far. Thank God, Roohie wasn’t
around…the visuals were disturbing enough, the ‘Lucifer in crimson cloak’.
“Ye..ye…yes...let me find
out”- Shekhar’s
stammering voice faded away as he rushed into the bedroom in search of the
ointment. He had wasted a few good 5 minutes in taking this fundamental
call…happens to a lot of people in a state of crisis. Jennifer had almost
succumbed to the overpowering sting that had incapacitated her moves, the flow
of blood was unremitting, ceaseless. She has been quite a brave-heart, fighting
through the rugged terrains in search of the “perfect frame”…she has literally shoved
those atrocities aside. But this was different…the laceration was abysmal, the
fervent hemorrhage was absolutely deplorable.
“Jenny…look at me, you have
to….”- Cyrus vacillated.
He knew that this was perhaps his last chance….his final raffle.
“Cyrus…just…freaking stay
away from me….”-
Jennifer pronounced…she was not ready to cooperate in any way what-so-ever. She
lumbered through her words, and despite the portending pain, managed to nudge
him away. Exasperation personified. Cyrus wasn’t a quitter though.
He
regained his bearings and did the unthinkable. He latched on-to Jennifer’s
blood-stained trousers, locked her fists, took control of her enervated limbs
and smooched her forcefully. She initially struggled involuntarily, slapping
and rasping Cyrus with all her bent…but she was literally overpowered. It was a
poignant feeling to begin with, and the pain was excruciating at the same time…but
surprisingly it slowly faded away. She was no longer being humiliated or
abashed…it was almost like a genial feeling after a while. The grip
strengthened and with a mutually spiffy dandle, the evening had suddenly
transformed into a pulchritudinous one. And when the lips entwined, Cyrus
whispered….”Dude, you’re quite a sport”.
“So are you….”- She responded celestially…”Oh Hello…not now, ok?” – She
snapped as Cyrus started to unbutton his dark pull-over. He was totally in the
mood.
“WHAAAT..!! Girl you are
incorrigible..” –
He couldn’t finish though…his words were cut short; interrupted by a cacophonous
bawl. Jennifer lunged in despite the misery, Cyrus followed. It was Mr. Shekhar….his abhorrent holler broke the trance....
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