The perfect murder - a love story

Amika wanted to kill her husband, Aarthik. Not because he didn't love her. Or he was not rich. Or he smoked. Or he drank. Or he didn't allow her to watch Saas ki Chaal, Bahu Behaal. He gifted her a diamond studded platinum ring on their semi- wedding anniversary. He was so mushy. He always gave her expensive gifts.

She had a personal reason. She discovered him lying to her on certain occasions. May be he was having a fling. She knew that was strange. Because they had a great sex life. But many of her friends warned her. On the other hand, the number of lies continued to increase. She was swayed and hence the decision.

She tried to poison him; She failed. She killed his car brakes, the car went out of fuel within few meters. Nothing worked out. Not a single thing. 

So, Amika decided to fall in love. With someone she knew. And he knew too. So that Amika could break his heart. And he could kill himself. He loved Amika. According to the plan she had to seduce one of his friends so that he would be hit - right there. She mentally organized a swayam-boyfriend for herself and chose his best friend Malay. Malay had two bonus points- he was a bachelor plus he never had a girlfriend. 

Things started off well for Malay and Amika. They got along well and Amika came to know about Malay's life till date. He had been a lonely soul and had ill- habits for which his dad had disowned him. Her husband Aarthik had supported him financially for his studies and new clothes. Poor Soul. Amika was already in love with him. One day Malay told her hesitatingly that Aarthik was indeed having an extra marital affair. That was it for Amika.

They hatched on a plan to kill her husband and live happily ever after. 

After seducing her husband to convince him for a trip to the Himalayas for trekking, Aarthik himself suggested that Malay should go with them. Bull's Eye. In three days time, they were in the most scarcely populated and least visited places on earth. As they had planned, when they reached a deadly dangerous curve on the road, just above a 300 meter deep trench, Amika signaled Malay to push Aarthik. Aarthik looked at Amika and smiled. It reminded her of beautiful times together. Malay looked at Amika and smiled. It assured her of beautiful times the future promised her. Finally, Malay looked at Aarthik and smiled. 

Out of the blue, Malay made a deep impact. With force that could be measured in Kilonewtons, Malay pushed. He pushed Amika. She fell and died.

Aarthik and Malay kissed each other.

In love with you

So, don’t tell anyone, for this is a well kept secret between me and (few of) my 700+ FaceBook friends that when I am not doing anything, I have a business of creating Fake profiles for celebrities. Believe me, they are too busy to create a profile, so I do it for them and they buy it at nominal prices ranging from above 50 grands to 99 grands.

One fine day, some stranger SMSed on my cell “In love with this cricketer, so need a profile”. I got one profile ready for him/her. He/she told me to leave the sex column and profile picture unfilled; that increased me curiosity. I thought he/she was probably a HE, and was gay, and shy. However, my client paid me One Crore by cash on delivery. Due to utter curiosity, I started tracking the profile.

On the very first day, the Sex was mentioned Female, and the profile picture was a very attractive, glossy and juicy pair of lips.

Just for my knowledge I once asked my client who the cricketer was, he/she gave me the details. He was one of the Indian fast bowlers. Some Patel. Now experts said he had the bowling accuracy similar to that of Australian legend Glenn McGrath. I checked upon him. The experts were right. He was the future of fast bowling in India. My client paid me five lakhs for this secret.

Now he had created his profile a few days back, and it was not at all difficult to recognise it was his original profile because he had only a few friends and poor English. His info said his favourite singer was some Himesh. Anyways, now this bowler hadn’t been much into love and relationships and never dated a girl before.

He hadn’t in his wildest of dreams expected a friend request from someone who had a really hot pair of lips. He was hesitant at first but accepted the request. Chats began and continued. He skipped the training sessions and the media said he was suffering from injuries. However our bowler was falling in love with the diva. He would call her princess, Angel etc like age old lovers (I told you he had no experience). She insisted that he should call her ‘Darling’ instead because she found it hot and seductive.

In a few months he had so much fallen in love with her that he couldn’t help fantasising about her in the field. During the matches he would recall the chats and smile to himself. Even the camera caught him doing so. He had a poor performance during the Australian tour. He had never been a good fielder, so he continued his poor performance. And, finally got dropped.

But, he was happy. He was in love. Definitely.

They decided to meet at CCD in Juhu.

She told she would be wearing an off-shoulder top and even told what else she would be wearing. May be she was desperate to have him, or maybe she also had fallen in true love. He replied he would be meeting her.

I don’t know what happened after the date. My client never responded to me. Neither did the chats continued.

After a few days, I heard someone called “BOBBY DARLING” claimed having an affair with some Munaaf Patel in the media.