She Kills: A Narrative Fiction

They had always met at the café every weekend. He would come in first and then she. The girl was a voluptuous young lady with devilish charms. And he was Mr. Ice. His eyes were steely cold that would never let out any emotions. No one could ever find out whether he felt anything.
Their conversations surprisingly were one way. The girl invariably used to open up and would confess all the miseries that shrouded her. And he would just listen to everything she used to say, never reacting to anything she said. They had met six months back on the same place, accidentally bumping on to each other. And from then on, they did not miss a single week.

The girl confessed she had a lousy childhood. Men, it seemed had 'used' her and betrayed her. And she

He would be nailed not only for killing her but for all the murders she had done. He had the perfect reason for killing them all. He loved her too much that he would not allow the victims to get close to her. And if there was any one to save him now, it was her- the one clinching evidence which would support him for what he did, now sleeping forever.

And her lover now with a rage unimaginable pounced on him. Her lover would throw him on the floor, slapping him harder and harder. And with every slap the word "Why??" echoed in ever increasing decibels all over the house. His stoic face would never reply, never protest and never react.

He was arraigned and tried. A life sentence was pronounced on him. The court would allow him to defend himself but he just wouldn't talk. He understood one more thing when the case was running. The murders that she said, never took place. She lied all the way.

A prison van would take him to the place where he would spend the rest of his life. Traveling on the van, he would yell out to her in his mind, "Why did you lie??? Speak up!!". The answers never came. A 'distant' song began to fill all over his mind. The lines intermittently rained and went. And with each time they made more sense. "I'm holding out, For the day. When all the clouds, Have blown away I'm with you now .Can speak your name. Now we can hear Ourselves