NEW ASHLOK FICTION : GUILTY Chapter 29page 140 - Page 15

Where am I? Nightmare on Elm Street? Will I be the same if I step inside? Will she turn me into one as well and add me to her collection.

Who are you? What happened to you little cowgirl? Who did this to you?

It took him few minutes to comprehend all that he was seeing. He literally had to slap himself to come to reality...earth calling Moke! Are you there?

She was standing in the threshold of her sanctuary and he was loss for words. Not actually...he had plenty to say...just not out loud. He thought he must be the first outsider to ever enter her domain. Should I be honoured. I should put this in my resum. I'm dying of gratitude. Oh get off your high horse, man. It's her life, if her husband didn't have a problem with it why are your getting your nickers in a knot. But apparently he did have a problem with it. That explains the separate rooms. Hell any self respecting human being would.

She looked at him, in all her innocence and naivety. He almost felt sorry for her. Suddenly he had this urge to tell her it's all going to be ok. Another scratch in his wooden heart. Who are you to tell her it's all going to be ok. Her father? Yeah right. Try getting that horrible image out of your head Freud.

At least it's not painted pink and covered in cow mortifs. It was again painted in pristine white. But Pansy sure made his presence felt, in all his glory. In one of the walls. Then there were the cows. Oh! Sweet mother of god! The glorious cows. Shelf upon shelves of cows, in all shapes and sizes.

Softies, ceramic, wooden, plastic and fabric. Happy, sad, dancing,singing sleeping, eating, milking and walking cows. Cows cows and more cows. She had a softy next to her pillows. A cow. No prizes for guessing that. And did I mention her bed spread too had cows. Is she the brand ambassador of black and white cows. Or maybe she's their guardian as in keeper. They all answers to her. Calling all the cows on a full moon night. Dressed in a cow suit of course and head and cow boobs. Let's have a toast, pass the milk around. Wake me up from this nightmare. I Might need to go in for therapy to get these images out of my head. Thank god I gave up on red meat.

It was all there. What is with this girl and cows. Usually girls collect pretty nice things. Dolls, shoes, clothes. Never have I ever encountered anything as bizarre as this. Just when you think you've seen it all, god decides to give me a reality check. I hear you. It ain't over until you say it's over. You're the boss. But next time I'd appreciate a little heads up. The line of work as it is very treacherous I don't want die of shock.

Everything had it's place. Very organised and room didn't look cluttered even with all that crap. Wait a minute, what's this. I'm sure I'm in some parallel vortex, a twilight zone. Is this girl's for real. His jaw dropped one more time. Usually it's something in high heels or four wheels that did the trick. But this cow girl without neither has managed to do it twice in one night. I might have to scoop off my jaw along with my teeth off the floor of this continues.

A mini library in cow girls room. May be she likes the smell of books. May be it was there already. And she can't get rid of it,or may be it's a form of punishment from her husband. Wall to wall shelves. Packed with books. And by the looks of it not fairy tales or cow encyclopaedias. But I'm sure there's one or two on cows. He didn't know how he got so close, close enough to read the titles of the books. Agatha Christy, James Patterson, Stephen King, Dan Brown and Author Conan Doyle amongst others. So you like to read about how to kill and get away with it. I'm sure you would. And what's this...mills and boons, Danielle Steele, Emily Bronte. Could you be any weirder little cow girl. Thinking he turned, and bam...he bumped into some thing short and soft.

It had clingers attached to it. It was clinging on to him. He looked down, it was her my little cow girl! Wooow...let's rewind that phrase ...my little cow girl. when did she become mine. Hell no. Although it would be fun to see what she does...when I have absolutely nothing else to keep me entertained. Like that's ever gonna happen.

She had her eyes wide shut, and holding on to his shirt. She slowly raised her head and looked up at him, fear written in her face. There you go with those big eyes again. But this time, he saw something else in those big round orbs. Had I been wrong about her all along? Is she just like the rest? Did she really kill her husband? She looks so vulnerable and lost. Not at all like a cold blooded murderer. Is she capable of murder? All his assumptions about her seemed to have come crashing down like a house of carda, with just one look.

She pulled her self away from him. He was annoyed with himself for his momentary lapse in judgment. Oh! Your good! Cow girl, real Good! She was practicing hypnosis on me, I'm sure.

"Is anything missing or misplaced Mrs. Almeidha?" He asked finally. Even if They had, seeing this horror show they would've run calling for their mummy.

"No" said she.

Mrs. Almeida, thank you for your corporation. That'll be all for now. But we might need you to come down to the station for further questioning if we deem necessary. So I would advice you to be available for us to contact you. I know it's been a very long night for you. I'll let you get some rest. Mrs. Almeida, is there anybody you want us to contact. Has his family been informed" She nodded.

"They're are all on a Alaskan cruise to celebrate His brothers 25th wedding anniversary."

"And your family?"

"They know, will come soon."

He handed over his card and told her

Keep this with you. This has my contact numbers. If you remember anything at all, just call me on any of these numbers. This is my personal mobile number call me anytime" what call me anytime. Since when do you work for a male escort service. Call me any time. What is wrong with me? Get a hold of yourself man. Your worst than girl on her period.

Just then one of the officers came in informed him that they are ready to move the body.

He looked at her, and she just rushed out of the room towards the staircase. She ran downs the stairs to where her husband has been lying dead. They had put the body on to a stretcher. And was about to wheel it out. She reached there and on seeing his body she fainted. Shlok was right behind her. He caught her before she hit the ground.

Without any effort he carried her in his arms, reminded him of carrying Sandhya. She loved to be carried off. She would never miss a chance to get him to do so. His sweet Sandhya!

Shlok slowly placed her on the guest room bed. Covered her with the blanket and removed a lock of hair that was on her face Covering her left eye. His hand brushed lightly on her cheek. It was soft as a baby's bum. For a moment he was lost in her, this woman child. Just then the maid entered the room with a glass of water.

Shlok quickly moved out of the room. Confused with his inner thoughts. With What he knows and what he's seeing.

Who could be at my door at this time, thinking Shlok got out of the bed. Just in his boxer shorts. He's just Fallen asleep so, still with his eyes closed He reached for his gun from the bed side table and walked towards the door. Cursing who ever it is that dared to come and knock on his door at this hour. Nobody's ever been to his place. Who in the gods name could it be. Someone better be dead or dying. If not some one will die. He looked through the peep hole. Holy cow! It's Chucky!

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