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"she sat in the starbucks cafe, sipping her coffee and staring out of the window. the blood stained knife lay next to her handbag, covered with her blue silk scarf as she began the tale of the most horrifying three hours of her life."

Submitted: July 13, 2016

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Submitted: July 13, 2016




She looked at him and smiled as the clock struck 8’O clock. He smiled back at her and wondered whether she remembered. She hadn’t mentioned anything about tomorrow yet.  She was going home at 9’O clock today, four hours earlier to the time her shift ended at because she wasn’t feeling well.

“I hope he doesn’t suspect anything or everything would be ruined,” she said to a brown eyed girl standing near her.

“You don’t seem sick to me. Rohan must be blind to have allowed you to go early.  After all, he is the manager of this café and he should be able to see through liars,” said the girl and winked.

“Stop pulling my leg, Rhea. You know how nervous I am,” she said, running a hand through her hair.

“Relax, Ananya, I am joking. Beside there is nothing to be nervous about,” Rhea patted her on the back, “You will be fine.”

“I don’t know but I wish it’s just the way I want it to be. You know how important it is for me,” she looked at the door as two men entered the café and picked up her pen and pad to take their orders.

As she approached the table where the two men sat, she felt an uneasy feeling in the pit of her stomach. They were laughing and talking a bit too loudly and unpleasantly. Even though they didn’t seem right to her, she had to attend them.

“Good evening, sir. What would you like to have?” she smiled sweetly at them.

The tall one looked up at her.  She was still feeling uneasy as his dark eyes roamed over her body as if trying to see through her. She put her hands over the end of her skirt giving it a slight pull downwards. Ananya had come across such people before but this time she felt different. She was feeling the anger boiling up inside her which she was trying to hide.

“May I take your orders, sir?” she asked again, this time with pressure.

The fairer, curly head man also looked at her and smirked. Something about his smirk irked her.

“Are you on the menu?” said the tall man in a deep voice.

“Excuse me?” Ananya raised her eyebrows, annoyed.

“You have a very sexy voice. I want to hear it scream my name,” he winked shamelessly.

“Sir when you like ordering something, call me,” she started moving away from them as the man caught her arm.

“Is there a problem here,” Rohan intervened, striding towards them. Ananya sent a grateful smile towards him.

“No there is no problem at all,” scowled the curly haired man.

“I believe you should leave her alone,” Rohan said looking at her hand.

“That is none of your business,” retorted the man holding her arm.

“Sir, I am the manager of this café. I would advise you to let go her arm and please leave or I would be forced to call the police,” Rohan said smugly.

“Do you know who I am? I can ruin you,” the man was red with rage.

The curly haired man looked between them, as if thinking something. He pulled at his friend’s free arm as he realized something and whispered in his ear. The man let go off my arm and both of them left the café.

“Are you okay?” asked Rohan with a concerned look. All the employees had gathered around them by this time.

“I am fine,” Ananya said as she drank the glass of water Rhea had brought for her.

“You can go home now if you want. Shall I drop you?” asked Rohan.

“It’s half an hour to nine. I might as well stay till nine. And I can go alone, I am fine,” Ananya smiled reassuringly at Rohan.

Everyone went back to their work and Ananya relaxed and waited for 9’O clock. She didn’t want to spoil her mood over some stupid incident.

“You sure you are going to be okay going alone?” Rhea raised a brow as Ananya picked up her handbag to leave.

“How many times do I have to tell you that I will be completely fine?” Ananya said calmly, “Besides it is important. Rhea nodded.

“I am not going to ask you the same question again but make sure you take care of yourself,” Rohan came to them and smiled.

“Yeah, don’t worry,” she said, “I might as well leave now. Goodnight.”

Ananya gave both of them a hug and waved. She didn’t want to ruin whatever she had planned. “Just three hours more,” she thought as she exited Starbucks. She walked past the lane towards the main road to hail a cab. As she was walking, she felt something weird- as if someone was following her. She stopped and looked around but couldn’t see anyone. Maybe she was just being paranoid. She shrugged and started walking again. She looked around for a cab but there was nobody around. The road was deserted. She was tapping her foot impatiently when she heard a movement behind her. She was just going to turn her head over her shoulder when suddenly a hand clasped over her mouth. Someone held her hands behind her back. She was struggling to scream or free herself but to no avail.

“Relax, sweet pea, the more you resist, the more it is going to hurt you,” a familiar voice whispered in her ear.

Ananya’s eyes widened with shock as she realized that the voice belonged to that tall man she had met at Starbucks an hour ago.

“You thought we were going to let you off so easily, “another voice which belonged to the curly haired man said, “Tie her hands. Rishi and go fetch the car. I will hold her in the mean time.”

Ananya felt her hands being tied at her back as the hand over her mouth slackened. She screamed but a napkin was stuffed in her mouth halfway.  She struggled and after a few minutes a silver Scorpio pulled up in front of her. She was roughly pushed in the back seat with the curly haired man beside her as the car sped off.

“Drive as fast as you can. We need to reach my uncle’s farmhouse as soon as we can,” the curly haired man said to Rishi.

“I am driving as fast as I can, Avinash. Don’t worry, nobody would know. And after we are done with her, she won’t open her mouth.”

“I can have a go at her after you, can’t I?”

“Sure you can. We need to teach her how to behave well,” Rishi said maliciously.

Ananya felt a surge of fear through her body as she realized what the two men wanted to do to her. She couldn’t submit to them so easily. She had to do something to save herself from those rogues. She started thinking hard. She looked out of the window and saw that they were passing the India gate. A memory from the past year struck her when she had visited India gate with a friend of hers who was suffering from asthma. She had had an attack of asthma then and needed her inhaler to breathe. Ananya had panicked and picked up her inhaler from her bag to give her. She was fine after a while. Ananya was a good actress and maybe she could fool the two men into stopping the car and untying her. It was worth a shot.

“Hey man, you are driving too slowly. Pull over, I will drive,” Avinash said in an irritated voice.

“Fine whatever, man. Anyways, I need to save my energy for later,” Rishi grinned evilly.

 Ananya had the sudden urge to slap that grin off his face but her hands were tied. She felt thankful to God for being in her side for this one. Rishi stopped the car on the side of the road. Ananya observed him very carefully as he opened the dashboard and pulled a knife out of it. He exited the car. Now was Ananya’s cue to perform and her only chance to get out of this mess. She started taking short, shallow breaths making whistling sounds when exhaling.

“Something is happening to her, Rishi,” Avinash called out.

“What is the matter? Why is she choking? Remove the napkin,” Rishi said in an alarmed voice as he opened the door of the car.

Avinash frantically pulled the napkin out of her mouth. Ananya started coughing hysterically. Rishi pulled her out of the car and untied her, still holding her arms.

“What happened? Say something, goddamn it,” Avinash shook her.

“Asthma…” Ananya managed to sputter out in between her coughs.

“Oh my god! This hoe is suffering from asthma. Can it get anymore worse?” Rishi threw her hands up.

“Shut up, you idiot. She must be having an inhaler somewhere on her. Where is your inhaler?” Avinash asked in an exasperated voice.

“Bag…” she gasped again.

Rishi quickly grabbed her bag from the car leaving her free from his hold but she needed to send Avinash some steps away so that she could grab the knife off Rishi.

“Water…” she spluttered at Avinash. He quickly ran to the passenger seat where a water bottle was kept as Rishi handed her her bag. She pretended that she was still suffocating as she rummaged through her bag to find the thing she was looking for. She found her deodorant bottle inside the bag and pulled it out. Before Rishi could register what was happening, she threw open the cap and sprayed it on his eyes. He shrieked in agony and dropped the knife to rub his eyes. Ananya quickly grasped the knife. By now Avinash had heard Rishi scream and had come back.

“Don’t move,” Ananya held the knife tightly in front of her, “I swear I will hurt you.”

“A knife doesn’t look good in your pretty hands. Don’t act like a fool and give it back. You won’t be able to use it,” Avinash said maliciously.

“You don’t know how capable I am. Don’t test me. Just move out of the way and let me go,” Ananya threatened.

“You will pay for what you have done but if you act like a good kid now, we won’t punish you,” Rishi had now recovered.

Meanwhile, Avinash carefully moved towards her. She lashed out blindly and felt the knife cutting his flesh. She had struck him in his ribs and the knife was now covered with his blood.

“Easy there, you are free to go wherever you want. Just don’t use that knife on us,” Rishi seized Avinash and pulled him back.

“Move backwards, as far as you can,” Ananya warned again.

Both of them moved back with Rishi holding Avinash and him crying in pain. She moved towards the car and opened the driver’s door, putting the key in ignition and driving off. Both men shouted behind her.

She drove as fast as she could with shaky hands. She couldn’t go home, she would be alone and she didn’t want to be alone. She steered in the direction Starbucks, it would be open. It took her some time to reach there and when she did, she put her head on the wheel and sighed. She was safe now. She looked at the knife lying on the seat beside her and wrapped it up with her blue silk scarf she had taken out from her bag. She opened the car’s door with her bag and scarf in one hand and walked towards the entrance of Starbucks. She trembled as she entered and Rhea immediately came to her after spotting her.

“What happened, dear? Why are you shivering and what happened to your clothes and appearance?” she asked, worried.

“Long story, let me sit down first,” Ananya answered.

Rhea held her as she waddled towards a chair and sat down. Rohan having seen her by now came with a very anxious look on his face.

“What happened? Are you alright?” he asked.

“I am fine but I would like a cup of coffee,” she looked towards Rhea. Rhea nodded and went away.

“Are you going to tell me what the matter is?” Rohan inquired again.

Ananya smiled tiredly at seeing his concern towards him. Those two men had wrecked her plan for him but that didn’t mean she couldn’t tell him now.

“Happy birthday, Rohan,” she looked at the clock which struck 12, “I love you.”

“Thank you so much, sweetheart. I thought you had forgotten but you still remember after whatever has happened with you,” Rohan blushed, “I love you too.” He leaned in to press his lips on her forehead.

“I took off early because I had planned something for you. Although it is spoiled now but I am going to ask you the thing I have wanted to ask you for ages.”

“What?” Rohan held her hand.

“Will you marry me?” she asked nervously.

“Well of course. I was going to ask you today on my birthday but you beat me in that. I love you so much and I want to spend my life with you.” Rohan put his arms around her and hugged her tightly.

“I was wondering when this would happen. Ananya was so anxious about your reply,” Rhea had come back with her coffee and set it on the table, “Here is your coffee and now tell us what happened to you.”

She sat in the Starbucks cafe, sipping her coffee and staring out of the window. The blood stained knife lay next to her handbag, covered with her blue silk scarf. And she began the tale of the most horrifying three hours of her life.


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