A Merciless Psycho

“YOU ARE TALKING ABSOLUTELY rubbish,” Aadav said, “If you follow your heart you can’t earn a buck. The heart is like a blind person and it doesn’t have any idea about what is right or wrong. I mean, if you have known the power of your brain, you don’t speak like that.”

He was talking to his wife Janvi, who was sitting just in front of him in a richly coffee shop, and it was a pleasant evening as beach air was wafting outside in the roads. She looked pretty in a white salwar kameez and she was a traditional type and for the very reason she always got scorned by her newly wedded husband, but she didn’t like to encourage his rude behavior just because she was married to him and he was earning a huge money to take care of her. You know how pricking it would have been to lose self-respect, isn’t?

“No, you are wrong. Your brain can’t understand everything what heart does. Though heart is shy like a female, its endearing power never questionable when it is compared to the brain which is overconfident and push you in turmoil if you don’t safely drive with it,” she said. The steamy coffees in big styrofoam cups were placed on the polished oak table by the waiter, who threw a deaf ear to their conversation and it was a welcome gift to the customers to speak their heart out at any time.

Aadav’s face was already pinched to red on hearing her drilling words. He never thought she would try dominating him. He was the reason why she had to stop from working in a software company. She was an excellent coder and had already earned recognitions for driving tough banking projects and also prior to her marriage she was asked by her manager to go Japan to work with a new client. It was happened just within three years of her career, even the colleagues in her company couldn’t believe how she was able to climb up the ladder of software positions so faster than them. Her salary was even multiplied triple the basic salary during her short span of career. But what happened suddenly to her dreams? It was shattered like the sand made Taj Mahal was trodden over by the people who didn’t know the value of it. That’s what happened to Janvi, who still couldn’t comprehend that Aadav had refused her from going to office just because she was a female and his wife. What was a surprising fact was that, even though his parents were willing to let continue doing her work, he was adamant and threw a shitty face when she told him that she didn’t like sitting alone in the home and scraping her fingers on the sofa. He said she was ridiculous and an ungainly woman to speak like that. Just understand how much she would have suffered on hearing such enervating words. Do you treat your wife like that? No, right?

“I can’t bear with you,” he said, irritatingly. He felt like tossing the hot coffee on her face. He grudged instead, his teeth grinded inside his mouth. Surprisingly he was a handsome man, and you could never guess he would hate women’s freedom. Even her parents didn’t know why he was stubborn with his decision that she shouldn’t go working. They thought he was too sensitive and feared that she wouldn’t be safe in her office as she has to collaborate with many boys to do her project work. But it was wrong. Aadav only knew about the exact reason why he had hated to let his wife to get out of the house.

“Aadav just calm down, everyone is looking at us,” Janvi said and pressed his fingers. But he snatched his hand away from hers as frustration lurked in his stale eyes.

“Don’t touch my hand you bitch,” he said in a high pitched voice. The people who were sitting around had heard him yell at his wife. Maybe they thought she was his girlfriend. But they knew the conversation was brewing brutally in between them. But they had other personal stuff on their disposal, so naturally they didn’t overwhelm with what was going on in other table. They are professionals, you know.

Janvi didn’t know how to respond to this detrimental situation, but for sure she won’t scream like he did to her. She was always polite and helping nature. She had even given her two sovereign necklace when her friend’s father didn’t have money to meet his elder daughter’s marriage expenses. Her mother had strongly criticized for this noble act of hers. But that doesn’t stop her from helping others.

“Aadav you are hurting me, do you know that?” Janvi said as looked around the coffee shop. She felt better just because people didn’t have a third eye to look at this scrambling and disheveled argument.

There was a twitch in Aadav’s face, Janvi was watching him closer. She could hear his heartbeat in her ears. She felt like kissing him on his cheek and tells him that she loved him a lot. But she didn’t. Hey Aadav why don’t you understood that I need you badly. Why do you always hate me? Am I not a good girl to speak nicely? Shouldn’t I dream to hold your hands with mine? She thought. It was about three weeks since they got married. His hand didn’t even touch her shoulder until now. She was aghast of this ridiculous fact. How in a modern world where women wants to feel the warmth of their boyfriends even very earlier to their marriage, but she couldn’t even touch him yet. She felt like dying instead.

He did. He took a penknife from his pants pocket and sliced her throat like a lemon. The people around this place were screaming, hollering and fumbling to know what the fuck was happening here. They couldn’t believe a murder could happen just like that. They wanted to know the reason, despite Janvi was soaking in her blood, which was gurgling around her neck and running down swiftly. You could smell the warm blood. She was dying now, her lips were trying to convey something but she wasn’t going to finish the sentence for sure. This poor girl didn’t know that she had married a psycho who had loved her friend in his school days. But who knows the school love would come back again after he had met her friend again in the marriage reception. It had come eventually and crashed his brain and sowed psychopath character which probably no one was aware of it, including his parents. They just thought he became a brat on seeing him refused his wife from going to work. Maybe he was plotting something to let his wife hate him so that he can get divorce and try to find his luck again with his old lover. But one of the bitter truths was that Janvi didn’t know anything about it at all. If he had shared his burning desire about her friend, maybe she would have generously signed on the divorce papers. But why should he kill such an innocent girl, eh? After all, he was a psycho.