“It’s just the beginning, ” said he, “For the downpour of calamities are yet to come”, and while he
spoke those words, hot tears escaped from the corners of his eyes and rolled down his cheeks. At
that moment, I knew that there was no looking back. I had to do what we intended.
It was a kamikaze attack. Although, I believed that the danger and risk was nothing, only like a small
mosquito that could be smashed within seconds. I was cocksure that our plan was flawless. It was a
photo finish. However, saying that would’ve made me naïve, way too naïve.
He was the world to me. The one who broke the ice; and ever since that day it has been flowers and
candies. We met during mid-July. Crystal like waters pouring down overlapped Kathmandu. We were
two complete strangers walking together on the streets of Durbar Marg. I was eagerly scanning a
subject for my work window and there he was staring at me or right through me.
He was godlike handsome, with a sleek nose and flared nostril accompanied by the liquid warm look
of his eyes. His lips were curled up into a killer smile, flashing the perfect set of teeth. Then I realized
that the smile was for me. I managed to give him the best smile I could, and I think it was a success
as after that he said, “Hey there! I’m Roy.”
His voice was like rhythm to my ears, a perfect piece of melody taken out from Beethoven. “I’m
Dave,” I replied curtly. But he didn’t realize, instead his eyes brightened with the waves of vitality he
said, “So you are a photographer huh?”
His interest towards me came as a shock, with all those beautiful girls walking around giving him a
flirty glance, he preferred talking to me. “Well I am not a photographer, but I do photography. Ah…
you wanna check it out?” I was mortified by my own audacious reaction. Wow!
“Sure. Let’s go to that café and guess what if I like your photos you may teach me photography,” he
said pointing at the café across the road. I’d never witnessed such gorgeously heartbreaking smile;
mind you not even a single girl I knew could’ve smiled like that.
That day was the beginning of a new friendship that blossomed into a rose of love, true love. I was
happy he loved me and so did I, despite the fact that it would be stone hard for us to convince our
families and the society. Of course, it brought us great anxiety thinking of the outcome everyday. But
no matter how chaotic things were we decided never to leave each other. We believed in killing for
love, not getting killed.
Today, I stand in front of his house. A total melancholic pile of bricks put together with cement
forming his or rather his parents’ mansion. This was it, few minutes of hardship, few minutes
without mercy, and few minutes filled with catharsis and then we would be together. I was nervous
though. Hell, why wouldn’t you be nervous, when you’re going to kill you boyfriend’s parents.
His parents were real hypocrites living just for the society. When they had found out about us - they
felt like lambs about to be butchered by the mocking world. They couldn’t let that happen. They did
their wicked best to keep us apart. Alas! It’s not that easy. We had a little plan of our own; indeed
we were saving them from the butchers. Well, we can at least do that amount for the ones who gave
us birth but forgot to give us life.
The door was kept open; Roy had done that. I walked fast but soundless, then up the stairs and
stopped in front of his parents’ bedroom. I was pant- wetting terrified. Then I slowly turned the knob
of the door. It was open, thank god! ‘So far so good’ I said to myself. As I opened the door inch by
inch adrenaline gushed into my veins like one of those extremely fast express trains of Japan. It was
pitch black inside and there was no sign of life as if they were already dead. I was about to make the
next move when suddenly the lights went on.
His parents were lying on the floor, drenched in their own little pool of blood. Blood was splashed
everywhere and in one corner of the room, I saw him. He was looking vicious, filled with the aura of
madness, holding a six-inch knife in his hands. He looked at me and said, “Its over Dave, its over. I
killed them. We can be together now.”
Roy had killed his parents. I couldn’t believe that we were free at last. Death of Roy’s parents gave
new life to us. We hugged each other for a long time. It was hysterical and it was all over the room.
This was sublime. Our greatest fantasy had come true. We were over thrilled by the idea of being
together forever. Our love had won the battle against the world.
Today, we were re- united. Today, we had our Catharsis - our long awaited revenge.
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