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Not My Sin

Author’s Note: The below story is a fictional representation of a thought process of a certain person as imagined by the author. This is no way reflects the author’s personal view on any specific class, creed or attire. The story in no way want to show any specific class, creed or clothes in a bad light. 
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Oh that fragrance….she has come again. Why does she come to meet Minu…to show off?

Of course…to boast how much she has… good looks, good manners, insane wealth. Basically to pity Minu.

Kid? No she is no kid. Minu is a kid. Don’t know the difference between show-off and kindness. What’s the name of that bitch? Ummm…yes…Reva. Must’ve come to shower some of her leftovers on my gullible little sister. What else? Friendship? My foot. That spoilt brat just boosts her own ego with the charity. And Minu gets floored by them…What can she also do? I fail as a brother to buy her any luxury. Such meagre income, I have. These rich brats lurk her with enticing used items …..she melts. How do I teach Minu? All these rich are same. They will take advantage of her naivety.

She’s coming this way… Don’t look up, don’t look up….she will try to entice you too.

Yuck…just look at her…how she dresses. No modesty. These city girls have no decency. Minu must stay away from her. I’ll kill her if she ever wear something like that.

Oh she is smiling at me…should I smile back…after all she is the daughter of my employer…fuck these courtesy…God will give some people all the good fortune …and they expect us to respect them…damn, how I hate these riches.

She is giggling now…even Minu joins her. Why isn’t mother stopping her? Girls shouldn’t laugh aloud like this. Reva is having all the bad effects on my innocent sister.

Swimming? Did I hear swimming? Oh the swimming champion is now bragging about her swimming skills!

Disgusting… Oh is it 9 already….now I have to drive the car for the father of the princess …again…

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Everyone is an idiot…doesn’t know how to drive. And the incessant honking…shall I fly over the cars in front!

And this horrid music…why does he listen to this stupid music….you cannot understand a word…..there is no melody…the singer just shouting his lungs out… these rich people prefers even music which is a farce in reality…with no soul… sounds just like a big empty vessel.

Oh No…..

Oh fuck…not again….now from where did this idiot landed…I was driving perfectly…it is just not my fault…the other car took a wrong turn…

What do they mean I was over speeding…70 is normal on main road…was the car damaged? Was the other car damaged? Where is the owner….is he angry? Oh just look at the owner of my car, I am struggling to save his ass and he is already putting his hand inside the pocket to settle things amicably…oh how these rich brats love to demonstrate the power money. And now the shower of lectures will start…101 ways to drive carefully.

Lectures and driving just can’t go hand in hand…can somebody let him know….why don’t he deduct my salary instead ….that would’ve been much more peaceful. But, no, they won’t do that. That will take away their glory to be the greater man…isn’t it. Only if the drought wouldn’t have occurred…one drought brought perennial misery to my life.

How happy I was in my simple life amidst the greenery…no slavery, not living under other’s mercy. Until that motherfucker drought screwed my life forever….but, not any more…soon I’ll save enough money to free my land from those bloodsucking moneylenders and I’ll go back to good old days of farming…I’ll never return again to these lifeless cities.

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Oh what a crap day …I knew today everything will go wrong…seeing that unlucky face in the morning…that, Reva has always been a bad omen…And her mother… a living menace…A complete good for nothing parasite…living off husband’s wealth…that lazy bum…no job other than putting make up and going to parties ….And just look how she shouts when a small mistake is done…how I would love to kill her someday…

Uff…fuck that shrew…women should never be allowed to speak so much…these idiot city people always fighting for equal right of woman…how can the women be equal to men…they do not have any brain…they are good for only one thing…

Why is the butler coming this way? Must be to call me for running some useless errand…this madam is such a pain in ass…the car has gone to repair so give the driver some other job…other work, my foot…let me turn off the mobile first…. Now where do I find a good place to hide with my bottle…

The swimming pool… it’s getting dark…the sun will set soon…The light there is yet to be repaired…it will be dark there…let me find a bush near it…nobody will know a thing.

Uh…the nectar…at last some solace…should have got another bottle…but, how…even liquor is getting so costly…nobody thinks about us… Our plight is nobody’s headache …we don’t have hundreds of entertainment avenue…only this…and so much price…

Hey isn’t that Reva…showing off her bare legs in that short dress…oh always trying to lure guys with skimpy clothes…what does she think…she is too hot to handle? Someone must teach her a lesson…the place is quite dark…let me cover my face with the handkerchief….

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Ha ha…she must be shocked for life…only if I could see her face…but, its too dark to make out her face…but good for me too…wont be able to see me also…oh why is she giving such a fight…she also wants the same…otherwise why would she sport such dress…uff the drama of these rich girls .. And this dress….why is it so hard to rip off…the thighs…oh they are so soft…why won’t she cooperate a little….oh my god who could think such fragile looking girl could put such fight. She is trying to pull me to the swimming pull or what? Oh how frustrating…I should close her mouth more tightly…someone may hear the muffled protests…did I hear somebody coming…I must leave…oh no she fell into the pool…never mind, she is a good swimmer…run…save yourself…

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Oh that was fun…the proud girl must have learnt a lesson…it was a good idea to leave the premise for sometime…now even if she complains to her parents, nobody will suspect me.

Why there is so much crowd near my quarter? Why is everyone crying in my house…that bitch Reva ….she is also there ….mother… why is she crying so much? Where is Minu?

What rubbish is everyone speaking…Minu dead…someone tried to molest her and drowned her in the swimming pool…no that is not possible…Reva was in that short dress…my sister never wears such dress…and she knows no swimming.

Nothing is making sense…Minu wore Reva’s swimsuit…why would she even think of doing that…good girls don’t wear swimsuit… Reva was starting to teach her swimming…what rubbish…there was only one girl there.

Everything is getting jumbled up…Reva wanted to teach her swimming…Minu was waiting for her…but when she arrived Minu was not there…but something was there in the pool…the guards pulled it out…It was Minu…doctor declared her dead….what absurd…this cannot be true…Minu wasn’t there…I was just teaching Reva a lesson…Did she kill my little sister in revenge? Must be…that bitch…I underestimated her…but, she won’t get away with her cute face acting… I would cut her to pieces and let the world know what a whore she is…where is my machete… She will pay for her sin.

Oh why is everyone stopping me…no I am not mad with grief …no I’m not inebriated…she must be punished…leave me alone…don’t do this to me…I should kill her…oh my Minu…what is that doctor bringing? I am not mad…No injection… Why aren’t they believing me…I’m feeling so sleepy….Oh Minu….where are you?

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The above story is an entry into the writing event(Feb 1st – 24th) hosted by ArtoonsInn: #TrainOfThoughts #Legends3

Event rules and guidelines: https://writers.artoonsinn.com/train-of-thoughts-artale-legends-3/

Check out Sreeparna’s space here: https://writers.artoonsinn.com/author/sreeparna-sen/

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Sreeparna Sen
Sreeparna Sen
Sreeparna Sen, a Banker by profession and a Computer Engineer by education, finds her solace in writing. Aspires to become a published author someday. When she is not poking her nose in the bank documents , you can mostly find her nose in a book or Facebook.
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