She sat in the Starbucks cafe, sipping her coffee and staring out of the window. The blood stained knife lay next to her handbag, covered with her blue silk scarf. The knife had entered the body at three places, but it was the final stab to the heart that had finished the job. The scarf had been a gift from him, and she had left it back at his apartment as a reminder. Although, in hindsight, she did not need to keep the scarf to remind him it was her. A cruel smile played on her lips, as she thought of those final moments when she saw the life trickling out of another living being. She had felt the most alive then, in those final moments, and she had looked at those two eyes as she pulled the knife out of the heart...
The first stab had been between the eyes, for it his eyes that had captivated her from the start. He had black eyes, shaped like almonds and black as the sky on a no-moon night . She had first seen those eyes when he faced her up close to ask her if she was interested in participating in the annual day fest. He was 2 years her senior, and was in his final year when he first he first met her. Final years got to arrange the annual college fest, a big deal since theirs was supposed to be one of the top colleges in the state. The eyes had lingered on her for a second too long, and he had quickly looked away hoping she hadn't noticed. But she had , and had fallen for him that instant. He was tall, dark, handsome, with a thick moustache and a killer smile, a classic Indian boy. He was also supposed to be wickedly smart and had topped the University that year, so it was just not a pretty face. It was in those very eyes that she had seen uncertainty for the first time, as he asked her out two days after the fest. They had gotten close during the dance rehearsals, and he had made sure that she was his dance partner when the couples were being picked. She wanted to tell him that she had fallen for him from the very first instant her eyes had fallen on him, but she kept her cool and managed a reluctant maybe. They were soon officially a couple , and she had changed her FB status to "in a relationship" the moment he proposed to her in Uncle John's Cafe, his eyes full of earnestness. She could read him through his eyes, and that was what she had liked about him the most. All his emotions, ranging from love for his pet to extreme anger towards injustice , played in his eyes the most. He had an expressive face, and could easily have been an actor if he had chosen to pursue that line of work. But he said he wanted to write instead, and she loved him even more from then. He wrote her beautiful poems expressing his love, and sometimes showed her pieces from this novel he was working on. She wanted to tell him it was a bit bland and lacked depth, but she just smiled and said it was his best work till date. He sometimes found his eyes wandering to other attractive girls , but they always came back to her when she talked. She saw his eyes glow with pride as he went up to the stage to collect his University toppers Medal, and had seen those eyes fill with tears as he laid his mother to rest. She had been with him through all that, always standing beside him to offer a consoling kiss or a shoulder to cry on. And he had done this to her, which had led her to be sitting in a public cafe alone on a Sunday night with a murder weapon. Maybe she should have been a bit more generous with the knife, as she thought of all the tough times that she had seen the bastard through. And this lead to stab number two..
The second time she had plunged the knife near the neck, for it was on his neck where she had kissed him for the first time. They were sitting in a film theater that day, seeing the latest Hollywood rom-com, holding each other's hands. The hero had just passionately kissed the heroine for the first time, and he had turned to her hopefully, expecting an off screen replay. She had responded by squeezing his hand a bit tighter and then briefly kissing him on the neck, for she had no intention of being seen kissing in the public. She came from a respectable family, and she had no intention of being grilled at her house after being caught getting cozy with a boy in the theater. These things spread fast, she knew, but she didn't want to leave him hanging in the air either. So she gave him an innocent little peck on the neck. She was aiming for the cheek, but he had turned away at the last moment and her lips ended up grazing his neck. He loved it, of course, and thought it was very intimate. That's the reason he got her name tattooed on his neck the very next day at the exact spot where her lips had touched it. She thought it was romantic, but also a bit creepy at the same time. She was spooked by the very idea of sharp metal objects touching her body, but had no qualms when she did it to others, In fact, she derived a certain pleasure as she sliced the chicken to little pieces when at home, and had once bought a live one, just so that she could chop off its neck and see all the blood ooze out. It had been good practice for today, and she hoped she would get a few more chances to use the knife like she had earlier. There had been a lot of blood today too, for the third and final stab had been to the heart.
She had practiced the final stab a couple of times before on a pillow back at her place earlier, and had even used the internet to see where the heart had been. A brief video on YouTube showed her all that she needed to see. The heart pumped the blood to the different parts of the body, and a stab there assured a slow and painful death. She had pulled out the knife slowly on purpose, hoping that the neighbours did not hear all the wailing. It was her heart that had been hurt the most, and she only hoped that he felt at least half the pain that she had felt. He had a cheating heart, one that was as feeble as a kite on a windy day. His heart led him to all the wrong places, from following an almost certain bad career choice spending most of his fortunes on a girl he thought , mistakenly, will stick with him for the rest of his life. He thought with his heart, while she thought with her head. His heart had also led him to that cheating bitch, her best friend, with whom she had shared all her intimate details. How could her best friend do this to her? He had stolen her heart, and it was her heart that hurt the most when she found out he was cheating on her with her best friend. She just hoped that her third and final stab had sent the message home....
He was under a lot of pain, the kind of pain that words could hardly describe. There was a lot of blood, from the living room to the kitchen floor. Somebody wanted to send him a message He had known it would come to this, but had not expected a bloodshed at the end of their relationship. He had fallen for her looks, from her wavy hair to her pear shaped eyes. But he had ignored his friends advice, along with the subtle hints that she left about her mental disorder. She kept staring at his eyes for long periods of time, and was fiercely jealous of his other lady friends. She kissed him on his neck once, bit him more like, and he had to cover it with a temporary tattoo to avoid questions from his friends. But killing Mr. Scuttles had been the nail in the coffin. The cat had been a gift from his mother, now dead, and he loved it more than anything else. But Mr. Scuttles now lay on the kitchen floor, blood clotting around its beautiful white furry body. The cat had been stabbed three times, once between the eyes, on the neck and in the chest. The final stab had nearly spilled split Mr. Scuttles open, for the knife had been twirled inside. He knew only a twisted head like hers could do such a heinous act and then live with it, for he had seen a streak of violence in her which was not normal. It was one of the reasons why he had ditched the psychotic bitch, and he only hoped that she would not use the knife on his new lover, and he picked up his cell phone to warn her. As he saw her staring at him on his phone (she had changed the wallpaper to a selfie of them together), he looked at her beautiful face and realized the painful lesson he had learnt.. That looks could sometimes kill....
