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And, The Bell Rang
by
Raghvendra Singh
Well
getting angry was never an issue with human beings, ofcourse what
was, was the limits it could go to. Afterall you never know, it may
be a knock on your door.
It was a bright sunny morning in Raleigh, North Carolina. And so
being a Sunday increased the cause of rush in malls and supermarket.
Young couples, ladies, oldies everyone was seen purchasing grocery
and other utility goods. Infact the vegetables and fruits too had a
special flavor of freshness on Sunday mornings. Among the loud
speaking vegetable vendors, one could sense a smell of softness and
beauty in the air. Looking back one almost realized the flow of
sensuality around, for what one saw was a 5.8, long dark beautiful
hair, with black shiny eyes an angel that almost seemed to have been
curved just on the figure lines of Goddess Venus. Infact she looked
to be a person of her very own world, for what she wore a red dark
frock with lots of flowers had gone out of fashion many years from
them. But she didn’t mind it at all; her black silky hair went
zooming from one side to the other making just not the vegetable
vendors but also the people around glare at her white juicy legs
which gave them a taste of her sensuality and boldness.
This beautiful lady was Zena or would I say Mrs. Zena Xavier,
married to Joseph Xavier about ten years from then, but still a lot
of people thought that she was in her 18 till I die years. Zena had
a love marriage with Joseph, why well no one would know. For the
problems they had after marriage was unthinkable. Infact in the last
six months the problems had risen to such heights that Joseph had to
take a preferable transfer out of Raleigh to Charlotte, perhaps just
to save their marriage as well as also for the future of their eight
year old daughter Rosey. Rosey ofcourse was perhaps more like her
father, since she had the talents of being a wonderful singer just
like her father who in his early years sang in the church at
festival times. Now ofcourse was a different day for he was selling
policies and not his voice.
After returning back from the market, Zena just lay like a dead body
in her bed. The humidity of Raleigh had got to her and she had
become tired and sweaty. Within minutes she got up from the bed and
undressed herself nude. Just as she was about to go for a hot bath,
she noticed the curves of her gorgeous body and admired it in her
own eyes. This admiration eventually led her eyes to a shiny ting of
mischief that crawled inside her. Just then she realized the reality
and her responsibilities and thus with a shake of her head went in
her hot bubble bath.
A few seconds of peace and then rang a disturbing bell. Something
which made her drip inside the tub, as if to hide her nudity from
the stranger. Before she could think of something the bell went over
again and this time for some more loud seconds, as if to tell her in
its own language get up or I will kill you. Immediately Zena ran
towards the door wrapped in her beautiful and artistic towel which
had the impression of a man and woman making love, as she reached
the door she made sure to put up the chain for security reasons,
afterall she never knew who it was going to be.
The door made its small way and the stranger wished her good
afternoon, just then his eyes got rolled over to her cleavage which
had drops of water dropping down, something which had taken his
attention away. As soon as Zena realized the stranger’s eye moments
she asked for his purpose and who he was. The stranger told her that
he was Jack Douglas and had come to know from a near by house which
belonged to his friend, that there was some room available in her
house for rental basis. In her reply Zena told him that though there
was some empty space in her house she hadn’t planned or asked to
give it on accommodation of paying guests. Listening to Zena’s reply
Jack politely said a sorry to her and asked if she could get a glass
of water for him, since the noontime was hot and sticky. To this
Zena slowly moved her head and went into her kitchen to get some
cold water. As she was pouring the water in the glass she just kept
thinking about Jack’s features right from his nice jawed out face,
long nose, light brown eyes to the muscular body he possessed and
also the two top buttons of his shirt through which she had a glance
of his chest hairs. He was surely a man that could bring shivers in
a women’s body, just then the water from the bottle started to come
out of the glass and Zena sure had a naughty smile to this act of
hers. Moving towards the door Zena had decided this time to unchain
the door and offer the glass of water to Jack. But as she opened the
door to Jack, there was no Jack. All what was, was a piece of paper
which said sorry was getting late if you have any change of plans
then please call me at 0919825218595, I will wait for your call,
Sign Jack.D.
The mysterious Jack had made his way into Zena’s heart and knowingly
or unknowingly he himself knew that she had already taken him in her
heart, and to be a paying guest was now a mere formality.
The anxiety of Jack leaving without any notice had put her in
dilemma, and thus she decided to give him a call and tell him to
come up to her place by five in the evening, since she had to pick
up her daughter from school prior to those plans. As she decided to
pick up her cordless, her heart beats had gone faster and faster.
Infact she very well knew herself that she was falling for Jack. The
ring went and then there was a manly hello as if to say I was
waiting for you. Zena immediately asked Jack to come over for a
coffee in the evening at her very place so that along with coffee
they could also discuss the monthly rents and the regulations of the
household.
Rosey had arrived from school and so had Mr. Douglas who was now
sipping coffee with Zena. By this time Zena had become totally crazy
about Jack, to his way of talking to his brand of cigars, the
davidoffs. Everything about this guy deeply interested Zena. While
for her daughter Rosey who had rather a pale relationship with her
mother, things were getting seriously worse for her. But at the
moment she knew she couldn’t change anything for all she was, was a
eight year old miserable.
Times changed and things moved ahead. Also with changing times,
evolved the love relationship of Jack and Zena. And although Zena
was still Joseph’s wife, she had got into a relationship where Jack
looked more than a husband for Zena. At that moment life was going
very smooth for both of them, they drank, smoked and shared the same
beds. The hunger of lust which had remained hidden for many years
had finally erupted through Jacks masculinity of which Zena’s senses
couldn’t hold against. But then as bad times don’t stay for long, so
do the good times and thus rang the bell which changed their
destiny’s.
But this time it wasn’t Zena who opened the door, but Jack himself
who was wearing a mere towel to cover his second half. Opening the
door he asked the stranger who stood 6’1 in front of him as to who
he was. In the first few seconds all he got was a bad stare from the
jumbo, and then came the much anticipated thrashing punch which left
Jack alone without his towel. This time although it wasn’t his
nudity that he was worried of, but of the person who had just
thrashed him to some primitive dressing. Eventually this jumbo
turned out to be the so called Lost and Found husband of Zena. As
soon as Zena heard the thrashing noises coming from the front room,
she rushed to find that her hubby was back with a bang.
And this time it was Jack whose bones were getting some beating. She
herself very well knew Joseph and that nothing could stop this
destructive giant and thus in a great sense of shock decided to
witness all of it as if to say please don’t do this to me. But then
Jack came lucky, his quick reflexes helped him to get a hammer of
which he made best use to get the big guy down to his knees.
Witnessing her father getting injured Rosey couldn’t stop herself
and started shouting for help running towards the neighboring
houses. This hurt Jack and he went after the little angel who was
about to face something, perhaps something really bad. Just then
Joseph saw his last images before he went in a state of
unconsciousness. In some time Joseph got back to the conscious state
of mind, where his vision slowly started to return. But then it was
perhaps pandemonium what he witnessed. His daughter Rosey had been
put too a brutal killing, Jack. D had put a knife right through
Rosey. Even to his wife Zena he saw her in one of the most
devastated position where she had some thousand odd injuries glued
to her naked body and tied in ropes. And very next to her was kept a
note, “With Love, Jack. D”. Disaster had struck the Xavier family;
they had lost their love, trust and the most precious of all their
beloved Rosey.
The police thereon came and took the statements, Joseph being a kind
and forgiving husband told them about the situation deleting all
distinctive marks which pointed towards the character assassination
of his wife. The time of his entry in the house had been manipulated
for the police, just to save his wife from the controversies of the
world. When Zena came to know about her husband’s forgiveness
towards her, she couldn’t stop crying and thus asked Joseph for one
more chance. Within a few days as Zena got better with health, the
Xavier family returned to their home, where in the initial few days
they were haunted by their daughter’s screams which made
hallucination come alive in all the parts of the house. And then day
after day the things that made a family happy started to come true
with the Xavier’s too. Except for the fact that Jack.D was alive and
perhaps still on the prowl.
Just as things were going fine with the Xavier’s, their greatest
nightmare came into existence. The bell rang once again. For a
moment while going towards the door Joseph got stuck in the past,
and then came a voice from his wife, “Don’t worry Honey he is not
coming back”. These words didn’t take much of a time for Joseph to
understand, as he opened the door he realized that what Zena just
spoke of was actually true.
Jack. D had been layed to rest the same night the Xavier’s daughter
was killed. For it wasn’t he who killed Rosey but her very own
mother, who had run into a well thought plan by killing the two and
getting herself heavily injured. She very well knew this was her
only way out. And all this had been proved by the post which had
just arrived at the Xavier’s place, it was a letter from the
Insurance Company which had asked Zena, Jack’s so called wife to
collect the money from their office. For if Jack would have been
alive this would never been there. What happened after that was pure
tragedy where Joseph murdered his own wife and then surrendered
himself by calling the cops. Eventually Joseph was given a life
sentence and his house was given to his lawyer as fees for the case
that he had fought for him, and eventually that place was sold to
someone else.
And then once again rang the bell, to which Joseph’s lawyer asked
who is it? Well its Mike, Mike. D but you can call me Jack. My
friends call me Jack.
(Jack.D once said, “If relationships were based on mere papers then
the bell would always ring isn’t it”?)
But that wasn’t the end of Jack. D, for once again he was in the
news. Except this time it had been 15 years to the incident.
And, The Bell Rang ...
Once Again
“Who killed the man, the king or the pawn?”
Slowly, softly she started to unbutton his Pierre Cardin and with a
sleek slip out, he was there half naked in front of her. The bulge
of his well shaped chest was making her even naughtier. Shifting
base towards his chest her lips started to suck his nipples and
within no time he had it hard. Gently touching his lower half, she
could sense his excitement which was truly overwhelming. Since days
she had waiting long for this day and the thirst of her conquest was
nearing way. With a shinning smile she slowly got undressed from her
night gown, the man on the bed was having a tough time controlling
his emotions for such a mighty creature. There on she dime the
lights and was all bathed up in the whiteness of the moon. In this
white zone she stood tall as a queen of the dark. As she moved
closer to the bed, the man was taken a back for the lingerie was
sexier than his fantasies. The lust in his mind and the thirst on
his lips were crossing all limits with each second of the night. As
the girl reached the man on the end of his bed, she strapped off to
give him a look of what she was all about. The man had become an
eventual slave of her body by then, and as he moved to touch and
feel her roundness she stopped his hands and pushed him back on the
bed as if to conquer his world then. Lusciously she moved and sat on
his back, and asked him to lay with patience for an erotic massage
was on its way. Listening to her words of lust and her hands full of
fragrance oil the man was almost half a sleep, perhaps dreaming of a
world just with her and him. And perhaps when he dreamt of a
satisfying climax in his luscious thoughts, he was moved out from
his own body with a shot from the backside of his head. The dreams,
the thoughts, the lust, the sins and the happiness all had made way
through the bullet that crossed his way. The blood had taken over
the girl’s body all over, and with a smile of satisfaction and lust
the girl rubbed his blood on her nude breasts as if to calm her soul
and strength. Infact she took it all and rubbed it all over as if to
surrender her lust for the blood that had made her thirsty since
long. Her revenge had to be sweet and so she cut the organ that
smelled best to her soul, his eyes, his tongue and his ears were
soon cut to be a gift of her dark pleasures in which she got the
satisfaction of her life. And as she moved out of her place, she
left all the clues in their place. This was a night that would
change many lives, for someone had returned from his pandemonium.
In the newspapers the very next day had bared it all. New York Times
– Jack. D is dead. Los Angeles times – Famous legal eagle brutally
murdered in his beach resort. Boston Review – Soul made love and the
body was cut. International Herald Tribune – Douglas Jack nomore.
The Sun - The biggest legal vulture of the United States has been
put to death. Not only was the news disturbing but it had shocked
millions across the land. The biggest criminal lawyer of USA was
brutally murdered, in what the NYPD said was one of the worst they
had seen. But with the rise of the rays and the sipping of the
cappuccino’s, detectives all around right from FBI, NYPD, CIA were
on the lookout for this offensive. For this wasn’t just a murder, it
was the murder of Jack. Douglas, a legal eagle by profession and a
senator by his post he was respected almost all in the Congress for
the moves that he had made to become a Senator from his clerk’s job
in Pentagon, was surely amazing. He had friends all over Congress,
White House, CIA and even governments across the world. He was an
international figure in true sense. But with friends came foes too,
and they were from all over too, the mafia’s, the secretary of the
state, everyone except his friends and perhaps them too felt jealous
and wanted to be in his chair. The question that the best detective
agencies in the world were on look out for was not, why was Jack.D
murdered but “WHO KILLED JACK.D, THE KING OR THE PAWN?”
As tensions arose from Pentagon to the White House, the detectives
were working every hard second from FBI, CIA AND NYPD to solve their
most pressurized case, since this had everyone even the President
involved on an hourly phone call basis. The computers were scanned;
all the mansions of Jack.D were searched, from his accounts to his
underwear’s of heart shapes everything was smelled like the nose of
a dog. For everyone knew that some clue was lost in that jungle of
money, power and dirt. And then it finally came like the roar of a
silent shore. The CIA was the first to report and by three in the
noon, they had their case solved. And as soon as that was done, the
President was called to hear all about it. Although the President
wasn’t much enlightened with the news since the accused were
supposedly been people from his own party, and the weapon they had
used was an old revenge that had finally torn apart.
Arrest warrants had been out issued immediately after the case was
solved. President G.V. WARRIOR had to keep his image clean and thus
his own men were asked to surrender, listing from Senator David
Drumfree, York Burkeemein and Michele Thomas. But the utmost of all,
was the weapon they had used to revenge their old foe. Joseph Xavier
who had a day back escaped from Alcatracks the safest prison of the
United States which was situated on an unknown island about 40miles
from the land of Hollywood. Within no time this man had become,
America’s most wanted. From choppers, SWAT CATS, Special force NYPD
everyone was looking for just one man and his name was Xavier.
Far away on an island that was near to Hawaii, but still was never
tracked by many since it was a private property, lay calm and still.
But in this peaceful and innocent looking environment lay some of
the biggest secrets, that were getting interrogated in all parts of
USA. Beneath this forgotten island lay the headquarters of Samantha
Macquire, an ambitious lady who came from the America's biggest
mafia family. And it was her marriage recently with Jack.D that had
got the mafia on Jack’s wrong side. But who knew that even Samantha
belonged to their vows. Who had pledged to kill Jack.D, for her
younger sister Martha had led to a subsequent suicide due Jack’s
unwillingness to marry her at the time was she was pregnant with his
child. Not only had Jack refused to marry her for his negative
public remarks since she belonged to the mafia family, but he also
told her to get aborted. When she had refused this refusal of his,
he had planned her killing in such a way that it looked mere
accident to the police and the journalists. For that was the time he
was very cruel of his political ambitions and so nothing could come
his way. This tussle between the Macquire’s and Jack had been going
since some time, but getting Jack was probably even more difficult
than the assassination of the United States President. And thus only
a person close to his heart could reach a world, where he would be
the slave and she her princess. Samantha who was then in England,
when her younger sister passed away, had vowed for revenge. And thus
she seduced Jack in such ways that he had to just fall in love with
her. But never knew that her love was going to pay such a heavy
price for him?
Today as time stood still between Samantha and Joseph who lay in
front of him beaten and tied with knots to his hands and legs,
Samantha told him the story where he was a used as a weapon by her
in the murder of Jack. D. And the senators who stood as Jack’s foes
and critics were today accused for his assassination conspiracy.
Samantha had changed everything about Jack.D, she had got the man
who could very well have been a future presidential candidate. But
in present time, it was she that was going to be elected as a
Senator, for today she had everything that made her better than
Jack. D. While for Joseph she had choosen a perfect suicide that
would make the situation very natural with time, and thus would shut
the case of Jack. D and his murder conspiracies.
Three days from then Joseph. Xavier was found hanged to the fan of
his old flat in Raleigh, NC. And even the police were satisfied
since Joseph did have a relevant reason to kill Jack.D, although
this fact too was exposed by Samantha in some of the big newspapers
of USA. Nothing was left anymore for Jack.D, his soul, his body and
now even his fame, everything was abolished just like a house of
playing cards. All what remained was the name Samantha, that changed
his faith.
Just about six months from that incident, Samantha was all ready to
be sworn in as the new Senator from New York State. It was surely a
very achieving day for her; she had the sun, the money and now even
the public in her side. It looked as a mini Christmas in New York,
from music to crowds everything flew in her swearing in ceremony.
And as she was about to start for the stage, a piece of paper was
delivered to her by her lawyer Mike. Dennis. Mike was appointed by
her just after the death of Jack.D. As she opened the letter and ran
through the words, her happiness, her cheerfulness everything was
vanished and all appeared with those lines was the fear of something
unknown. Something so terrible that even her soul was shaken up.
Just then she slowly started with small steps towards the mic, but
before she could speak her first words, she was shot in the
forehead. It came as a piece of second but accomplished it all. And
as the paper that got left from her hand and got grounded, Mike
immediately picked it up and read those lines.
“Life
is a joke that makes you laugh
But I am not a clown that will make you happy
For I am not good, neither am I bad
For all I am, is a clone of your past
And if you hit me on the back, I will hit you on the head”
Goodnight, sleep well
As he finished reading it, he crushed the paper in his hand, and
made his way with a naughty smile of satisfaction as if to say, No
one kills, Jack.D.
April 2,
2006
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