She was lying in front of him quite and poised, her big beautiful brown eyes were piercing his heart without any joy or fear. Clam and relaxed she appeared as a princess who had abandoned her kingdom of dreams for that one passionate moment which has no definition, for that one unconfessed sin which bears no guilt, for that one act which is free from any expectation. Merged in supreme ecstasy, she waited for that violent storm which would swash away everything on its way, an arrogant moment of seductiveness, disobedient to earthly laws; destroying everything on its way, leaving the seeker with an unexplained, frightful, seductive silence. That silence was radiating on her face reflecting the charm she experienced, the delight she enjoyed and the life she lived before it was enticingly taken away by an artistic murderer.
When guilt of hand is overpowered by the passion of heart that is when a heinous crime becomes a paradisiacal Art. He stood at the corner of the room motionless, admiring the canvas on which he had slayed his latest masterpiece. There wasn't an inch of regret or sorrow in his blood pumping machine, his eyes expressed gratitude and senses were relaxed. The satisfaction on his face was the reward for the craft he had been perfectly executing for last 7 years