Romantic Novel: Love and Pain part 3: AIDS: The best gift

Love and Pain - Presentation
Part 1:The Farewell:https://steemit.com/fiction/@anixon/3tbl3o-romantic-novel-agony-angst-and-love- part 2:The Pain of
Betrayal :https://steemit.com/fiction/@anixon/romantic-novel-love-and-pain-part-2-the-pain-of-betrayal

AIDS: The best gift
Part-3
Vritika sat huddled in the remote corner of the park, hugging her knees, resting her head on them. She was in a daze. Vritika cried out hoarse. Life was pretty hard on her. The vestige of her life is nothing less than just a refrain with sombre. Vritika was a girlfriend everyone could long for. All those five years, Vritika poised her topsy-turvy love life so elegantly that she managed and tolerated her psychopathic and wicked EX boyfriend Arya. But Arya gifted her the best present a boyfriend can give: AIDS.

Vritika’s life has been paralyzed by sorrow. A husky voice brought her back to the senses. « I know this voice! », Vritika thought.

Instantly she turned behind to find Arya and a slender middle-aged woman with thin hair and rimless glasses, leaning on his shoulder. Vritika was stunned.

«Kudos for dumping that blockhead! Finally, you can spend more time with me on the bed rather than running away », the woman mumbled with a coquetry giggle.

Vritika heard the smooch making her face gloomy. Tears flowed down her cheeks to find his beau has actually been a moron.

« Eavesdropping is wrong Vritu », she thought. When she got up to leave she heard a loud sound.

« Are you serious? Did you really do it, Arya ? », the woman screeched. Vritika became more anxious because she was sure that it was something related to her. She sat down on the bench and restarted to intrude into their serious conversation.

« Yeah, my bae! », Arya grabbed the woman by her chin and planted a peck on her forehead.

« Do you remember that couple tattoos I and Vritika had together last year? I and the tattoo artist had a tacit understanding. », he winked at the woman.

« I remember that yours was a temporary one while hers is permanent. But is it possible to transmit HIV through a shared tattooing needle or shared ink ?», the woman questioned in a perplexed way.

Vritika’s hand flew to her mouth in surprise.

« Oh, my darling. You are so innocent. Most people probably think of unprotected sex and secondly many people conceivably think of injection drug as the main causes of transmission of HIV. But people always forget about tattoos. I planned to inject her with the HIV virus so that I can dump her easily. Poor girl! », Arya answered. Silence prevailed. Minutes after, Arya and the woman looked at each other and sniggered.

Vritika became impatient and furious. She started cursing herself for loving such a male chauvinist. Her hands started trembling. The mental anguish she endured was intolerable. I wonder whether hell has any worse torture than what she went through. As she looked upon her life, she can see it as a battlefield strewn with the wrecks of dead dreams, broken hopes, and shattered illusion.

Immediately, Vritika reached for Arya’s neck and crushed his throat. She grabbed him by the hair and rammed his head repeatedly against the nearby tree till his head and face commenced to dribble with blood. Vritika pushed the woman to the ground and kicked her face with her one-inch block heels. Arya’s body slumped to the ground, his fingers twitching, his legs trembling. Vritika smashed on his skull until it was unrecognizable.

« Die you asshole! », Vritika resumed.

To be continued....
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