Raat Lambi Thi

He switched off the TV and was ready to go to bed. He washed his face and looked at himself in the mirror. There was something unusual about it. He could not exactly say what but it made him uneasy. He ignored it thinking may be it's because of the busy day he had had today. He dried his face, switched off the bathroom light and entered his bedroom. He could not understand why he was feeling uneasy.

He was lying on his bed, staring at the ceiling. He was not able to sleep. He picked up his blackberry to check his mails one last time before going to sleep. As he looked at his blackberry, he felt a sudden rush in himself. He got up with a jolt and kept staring at the blackberry. He was shaking. He started to sweat. He threw the blackberry away. As he threw the blackberry, he heard a sound. He was not sure if the sound was from the fall of the phone or it was something in the kitchen. He got up and moved slowly towards the bedroom door. He slowly turned the door nob and waited for a moment before opening the door slowly. He scanned the room in the dark making sure there was nobody in the room before walking out of the room. He reached the switch board and switched on the light. He could see the living room clearly in the light and he saw nothing unusual about it. He wiped the sweat on his forehead with his sleeves and started moving towards the kitchen, where he thought he had heard the sound from.

He was inside the kitchen searching every corner but he did not notice anything out of place. It made him even more uncomfortable. There had to be something and not being able to find it scared him even more. He started collecting every sharp object in the kitchen and started throwing them out of the window. He scanned the kitchen once again and when he was sure there was nothing unusual he shut the window and locked it. He stood there for another minute, waiting for something unusual to happen. He reached to the switchboard to switch off the light but he didn't. He was too scared to leave it dark. He came out of the kitchen and when he was locking the kitchen door he heard a sound. It startled him so much, he almost fell back. He stayed there resting his back against the wall trying to figure out the source of the sound. He realised the sound was from his bedroom and it was his blackberry. Someone was calling him. He locked the kitchen door.

He ignored the call. He was too scared to go inside the bedroom. He did not go inside, instead he locked the bedroom door from outside and stayed in the living room. He switched on all the lights in the living room and looked around the entire room. He sat on the sofa. He was still sweating. He tried to relax and pushed himself back on the sofa. He closed his eyes but was startled by the ring again. He stood from the sofa started walking towards the bedroom, as he was about to open the door the ring stopped. He stopped and realised the window in his living room was open. He walked to the window and closed it. He was still feeling restless. He opened the drawer of his TV table took out a gun, loaded it and kept it on the table in front of the sofa. He moved the sofa so that he could see the door and sat on it spreading his feet on the table. He could not relax. He was still restless, still sweating, still scared. He picked up the gun from the table and held it in his hand and it made him feel little better.

He could not close his eyes and kept on staring at the door, as if someone is going to walk in from that door and kill him. He could not tell for how long he had been sitting in that same position, when he heard the sound of key entering the keyhole of the door. He picked up the gun and aimed it straight towards the door, ready to shoot. He fired as soon as the door opened. He saw someone fall but could not tell who it was. He raised slowly from the sofa and started walking towards the door. He looked down at the dead body and started trembling. He felt weak. He did not have enough strength in his feet to stand. He fell on his knees near the dead body and started crying.

Next day following news story appeared in the local newspaper's city section.
BIG SHOT BUSINESSMAN KILLS WIFE: Aug 13, Friday. Early morning a businessman living in city's posh Baweja Gardens shot his wife to death. Neighbors called the police after hearing the gunshot. He was found lying near the dead body in unconscious state by the police with murder weapon in his hand. Looking at the nature of the case police has sent him to the city mental asylum for preliminary check up. On further investigation police found an unchecked voice mail in his phone, which was from his wife informing him about her return in the morning.