SOUROSREE GANGULY

Horror Tragedy Crime

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SOUROSREE GANGULY

Horror Tragedy Crime

Don't Play With Fire

Don't Play With Fire

10 mins
320


Evanna was staring out of the window, seeing nothing but clouds. It was a wonderful feeling, to be able to float above them! However, the person who was seated at the front seat in a corner, made her mood bitter; but played the hint of a smile across her fire-red lips and a rather more flaming memory came haunting her back.


22 years ago, Flashback

"She used to work as a waitress in a restaurant named '16 plates of hunger'. It was a very wealthy and well equipped restaurant in town. Not only delicious food, but live music and special pool sofa dinings had spread it's name everywhere. It had become a very famous date spot in the locality. However, she was very unhappy with her job! Since, the restaurant makers earned a lot of money but did not give her proper wages. She used to bear with it all just because she had to earn some money for a living!!!

Once she was serving a couple- pasta, a woman suddenly burst into the hotel and pushed a table, that was to Evanna's side, onto the floor wearing an expression of complete frustation.


The restaurant managers were furious, but she dumped all the blame on Evanna. It was her, the waiter, in the situation not the woman in front of her. Evanna had to apologize to her forfucelly, and ask her out of politeness, "Coffee, Madam ?" The woman was enraged again, and she threw a wine glass on Evanna's Face which was now bledding like a waterfall of beetroot juice. She yelled in the most shrillest voice as possible, "Are you blind, woman ???????!!!!!!! Ca'nt you see, I am trying to have a quiet time here ? Of course I will need coffee!!!!!! IDIOTIC SERVICE!!!!!"

But she crossed her limit of patience when that woman broke the glass in the restaurant and SHE was thrown out of her job! But this did not end her sorrows.....


She joined a tailoring company for her living, the restaurant makers announced that no company in town to give job to Evanna or their business will be put at risk... When she retorted back by refusing to give up on her work, they further upset Evanna when, they auctioned her house and brutally murdered her parents and her little sister. Evanna went red in rage and her health broke down in depression. She had no money neither any family support. Her only family was killed. She had no one else by her side! Her emotional stability broke down. But she did not let herself accept defeat. She walked through the town and many days later, left that town back in her past. She came to a city in France to work. In this city, no one knew her and she easily got a job. She kept on making money and weaving dreams and plans of seeking revenge.


The name of the man she worked under in her previous restaurant was Steve Wilson. Steve was younger than Evanna and he hated her working for his company. He hated seeing women able to work and earn money. This was all planned out by him. Evanna came to know, that the girl who did all of this was currently on a dating relationship with Steve and no one knew. Steve had always encouraged his girlfriends to break down things, and he used to reduce the wages of the workers by charging them with crockery destruction fines. No one dared to protest to that, they knew - they protest, their jobs protest not to be with them any more. So he planned all these, to ruin her life and show her, that women- now or later; could not continue successfully without screwing things up in their career.Little did he know, that it was going to come back and burn him down to ashes. Just not Evanna, it would be a Trina this time."

Present Time

Her victim was there, talking to his long time girlfriend Kayla, or rather say wife ? The same girl, the same predators being that snatched her life away from her. Not wanting to waste anymore time, she re- applied her make up, put on her glasses and prepared herself for a business conversation.

Steve had wedded Kayla, almost a week ago. She had been invited of course! No, no, not as Evanna! Evanna was dead!

Trina, that was her name now. Trina Mclean.

Owner of 'La Femmé'. A luxurious and most wanted perfume brand in France. She had changed her identity immediately after moving to France. She eloped right after her sister was killed, not being wanted to be found and wanting a revenge. Not finding a body, nobody had ever searched her, she was dead in her town. She flinched at the thought of those days.

" Would you like continental, ma'am ?"


Her head snapped to the side of the voice, and saw a rather impatient air hostess waiting for her answer. She just nodded in affirmation and got some relief when she knew that she could still have a few more minutes of peace, before starting to execute her plans and receiving lunch.

Her mind wandered back to the horrible thoughts she was having. She was considered dead, and here she worked out her blood and sweat for these 19 years, to bring her company to this stage. She was not sure how her manufictioning such a big company would be enough to give a blow to Steve, but she knew money could give her the power to do more. And that, was exactly what she did. After gaining enough money to do a surgery on her face, she transformed her face to a different face. And, here she was sitting with a completely different name and identity.


Steve had always been attracted to money. When he came to know about this perfume company, he decided to give Trina an offer to be able to invest in her company and snag away the profits. But Evanna, had changed. Left her innocence in front of the dead bodies of her parents. She was not to fall in a trap again. So, she turned the offer down. She played her way through another route. Not being able to smother her with money, he invited her to the wedding. Evanna had thought that she would not be able to punish that lady, but it became a rather enjoyable play when she was the bride! Normally, Steve did not stay with a woman for so long, but maybe this was business and not a marriage. However, to Trina, it did not matter. All that mattered was- payback.


Trina had gifted the newly wed couple, a honeymoon to Australia where she mentioned she would travelling there for some work. She also apologised for not being able to make it to the wedding, but if they would like to stop by for a little bit at Australia, she would be glad to congratulate them and settle the previously turned down deal with Mr. Wilson, and be glad to accept it. Steve, a money hungry wolf, accepted her gift as expected. And the Fates played, by ending both of them up on the same flight.

When she looked to their side, Steve seemed enjoying whispering sweet nothings to Kayla's ear and make her giggle. Her giggle sent a wave of Nausea through Trina's system. She steadied herself anyway, and strutted her way towards the pair.


"Hi, Mr. Wilson", and held out her hand in hope that they'd accept it. Of course Steve did, and smiled at her in a formal way.

"Hello to you too, lady. May I know who you are ? Since you already know mine ? "

"Never heard much of Trina Mclean,

did you ? "

His now curious eyes changed into a mixture of greed, lust and surprise as he eyed her like his meal. But he managed to shake himself out of his reverie and smile at her now almost charmingly unpleasant way.

"You are a woman full of surprises, aren't you ? Nice to meet you Ms. Mclean. Not to the wedding, now you suddenly show up. Nice of you to travel with us. If you will not mind, you may accompany us, on this vacant seat next to us."

She just nodded curtly, and sat down beside them. Through the journey she managed to collect bits and pieces of information, that she had missed in the years and smiled wickedly, when they collected their belongings and walked down to their respective cars, now waiting on the airport. She just stopped them for a while and asked,

" If you have the time to spare, please come up to my house for dinner this Tuesday."

"That would be a pleasure ", the couple said in unison and both went their following ways.


The particular guest dinner Tuesday came pretty late to both's liking, and when it came they were both seeming quite prepared for either's plans. She handed them cups of capuucino and decide to show them around her house. It was a pretty; vintage styled house, but was rather expensively desgined.

They however stopped at a door which, Trina claimed to be her "Offline Photo Gallery". When the door opened, they were mesmerized by it's beauty and began observing each and every photo with sheer curiosity. While most were Trina receiving different awards, they stopped at a particularly different person's photo. Steve's face drained all the colour, and Kayla just stood there torn between running away or begging life to Trina's feet. They, however, did not have much time to think as Steve coughed blood and fell onto the floor and Kayla stood there motionless and horrified watching this terrible scene of her husband falling down to the floor, observing him like she was bound by ropes and had nothing to do except watch.


Evanna however, smiled wickedly, and stamped her foot to the ground and asked yelling -

"So finally Ms. Undesirable and Mr. Auctioning settled their scores, huh!? What

do you say widow lady ? "

Now, looking at Kayla. When she stood there just motionless as before, she grabbed a

wine glass filled with red wine

on the rooms table and smashed it to Kayla's young and milky white face like she had done all those years ago. There was a horrible moan in the room, signifying Steve's death,and it went eerily quiet.

So, she pulled Kayla downstairs by her marine coloured blood stained shirt, and pushed her to the Kitchen floor and took a container which contained coffee, and poured the entire lot on her. Nextly, she asked a question to her which if asked politely all those years, ago would have stopped all this from happening.

" Oopsy! I wasted the coffee. But I want

more!!!! Madame,can I have coffee please!!!??"


When Kayla turned around to give her a even more horrified expression, she took the meat cutter knife and stabbed her across the chest. Not being able to bear, so much pain, she breathed out her last not long after.

So, Evanna sighed, and looked over to the bottle of oil, which now contained petrol. Took it, and spread it in each corner of the house. Finally she lightened a matchstick, staring at it's flames and sang -

"Dont play with fire, it will burn you

It will eat itself in it's heat too!

I am not devious, like them!

But revenge is Revenge!

I will also not live with this crime,

Oh Holy Christ! It's time!

Time for you to embrace me into your arms,

Where there us no guilt, no pain, no harms!!!"

With that she dropped the matchstick, smiling, letting herself see the last of erasing this deviousness in her, unless and until blackness grabbed her to take her somewhere she now belonged to!

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