𝔽𝕣𝕖𝕖𝕤𝕚𝕒'𝕤 ℍ𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕨𝕣𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕟 𝔻𝕚𝕒𝕣𝕪
25ᴛʜ ᴍᴀʏ 2015,
12:02 ᴀᴍ
I don't know how should I write this, what words should I use. T̷h̷e̷ ̷w̷a̷l̷l̷s̷ ̷o̷f̷ ̷t̷h̷i̷s̷ ̷r̷o̷o̷m̷ ̷a̷r̷e̷ ̷s̷p̷i̷n̷n̷i̷n̷g̷ ̷-̷ ̷r̷o̷u̷n̷d̷ ̷-̷ ̷r̷o̷u̷n̷d̷ ̷-̷ ̷r̷o̷u̷n̷d̷.̷ ̷L̷i̷k̷e̷ ̷t̷h̷e̷ ̷b̷l̷a̷d̷e̷s̷ ̷o̷f̷ ̷t̷h̷e̷ ̷f̷a̷n̷ ̷w̷h̷i̷c̷h̷ ̷i̷s̷ ̷f̷i̷x̷a̷t̷e̷d̷ ̷ ̷a̷t̷ ̷t̷h̷e̷ ̷c̷e̷i̷l̷i̷n̷g̷,̷ ̷y̷e̷t̷ ̷g̷o̷i̷n̷g̷ ̷r̷o̷u̷n̷d̷,̷ ̷r̷o̷u̷n̷d̷ ̷a̷n̷d̷ ̷r̷o̷u̷n̷d̷.̷ ̷E̷v̷e̷r̷y̷t̷h̷i̷n̷g̷ ̷i̷s̷ ̷f̷a̷d̷i̷n̷g̷ ̷i̷n̷t̷o̷ ̷d̷a̷r̷k̷n̷e̷s̷s̷.̷ ̷I̷ ̷l̷o̷o̷k̷ ̷d̷o̷w̷n̷ ̷a̷t̷ ̷m̷y̷ ̷h̷a̷n̷d̷s̷ ̷u̷n̷a̷b̷l̷e̷ ̷t̷o̷ ̷s̷e̷e̷ ̷w̷h̷i̷c̷h̷ ̷p̷a̷t̷h̷ ̷t̷h̷e̷s̷e̷ ̷f̷i̷n̷g̷e̷r̷s̷-̷t̷h̷i̷s̷ ̷o̷l̷d̷ ̷R̷e̷y̷n̷o̷l̷d̷s̷ ̷p̷e̷n̷ ̷i̷s̷ ̷t̷r̷y̷i̷n̷g̷ ̷t̷o̷ ̷t̷r̷a̷c̷e̷.̷ ̷I̷ ̷h̷e̷a̷r̷ ̷h̷i̷m̷ ̷c̷h̷u̷c̷k̷l̷e̷ ̷-̷ ̷t̷h̷e̷ ̷s̷a̷m̷e̷ ̷c̷r̷o̷o̷k̷e̷d̷ ̷l̷a̷u̷g̷h̷t̷e̷r̷.̷ WHY? WHY? WHY IS THIS HAPPENING AGAIN!
26ᴛʜ ᴍᴀʏ 2015
2:16 ᴀᴍ
₳ ₵ⱠØ₲ Ⱨ₳₴ ₴₮Ɽ₳ł₦ɆĐ ₥Ɏ ⱠɄ₦₲₴. ₥Ɏ ₲Ʉ₮₴ ₣ɆɆⱠ ⱧɆ₳VɎ. ł ₵₳₦'₮ ฿ⱤɆ₳₮ⱧɆ. ₮Ⱨł₴ ł₴ ɄN฿Ɇ₳Ɽ₳฿ⱠɆ. ĐłⱫⱫł₦Ɇ₴₴ ₴₩ɆɆ₱₴ ØVɆⱤ ₥Ɏ ₥ł₦Đ. ł₮'₴ ₣ⱤɆɆⱫł₦₲ ₳₴ ł ₣ⱤØⱫɆ ₳ ₩ⱧłⱠɆ ₳₲Ø ⱠØØ₭ł₦₲ ₳₮ ₮ⱧɆ ₳₥฿ɆⱤ ₵₳₦ĐⱠɆ₴ - ɆɎɆ₴ ₩łĐɆ Ø₱Ɇ₦. ₴₮Ø₱-JɄ₴₮ ₴₮Ø₱₱! ł₮ ₩₳₴₦'₮ ₥Ɏ ₣₳ɄⱠ₮! ł ₭₦Ø₩!! JɄ₴₮ ₲Ø ₳₩₳Ɏ... ⱠɆ₥₥Ɇ ฿Ɇ
27ᴛʜ ᴍᴀʏ 2015
1:16 ᴀᴍ
My mind is a whirlwind of thoughts- Images flashing in my head. I can't pace my hands with them they are furious. Like the high notes of violin screaming or the mysterious creatures in old paintings glaring at me. B̷L̷O̷O̷D̷ ̷O̷O̷Z̷E̷S̷ ̷A̷G̷A̷I̷N̷ ̷F̷R̷O̷M̷ ̷H̷I̷S̷ ̷T̷O̷R̷N̷ ̷H̷E̷A̷D̷-̷ ̷T̷H̷E̷ ̷S̷Y̷M̷P̷H̷O̷N̷Y̷ ̷O̷F̷ ̷T̷H̷E̷I̷R̷ ̷L̷A̷U̷G̷H̷T̷E̷R̷-̷ ̷I̷ ̷P̷U̷T̷ ̷M̷Y̷ ̷F̷I̷N̷G̷E̷R̷S̷ ̷I̷N̷ ̷T̷H̷E̷ ̷E̷A̷R̷S̷.̷ ̷I̷ ̷d̷o̷n̷'̷t̷ ̷w̷a̷n̷n̷a̷ ̷h̷e̷a̷r̷ ̷t̷h̷e̷m̷.̷ ̷I̷T̷'̷S̷ ̷A̷ ̷w̷h̷i̷r̷l̷p̷o̷o̷l̷ ̷a̷g̷a̷i̷n̷.̷ ̷R̷E̷D̷ ̷D̷R̷E̷N̷C̷H̷E̷D̷ ̷C̷L̷O̷T̷H̷E̷S̷-̷ ̷T̷H̷E̷ ̷P̷O̷I̷N̷T̷Y̷ ̷H̷A̷N̷D̷S̷-̷ ̷U̷N̷C̷O̷U̷N̷T̷A̷B̷L̷E̷ ̷P̷I̷E̷C̷E̷S̷ ̷-̷ ̷L̷A̷U̷G̷H̷I̷N̷G̷ ̷-̷ ̷T̷H̷E̷ ̷P̷A̷L̷E̷ ̷L̷I̷F̷E̷L̷E̷S̷S̷ ̷H̷E̷A̷D̷ ̷O̷F̷ ̷A̷ ̷C̷H̷I̷L̷D̷ ̷I̷N̷ ̷H̷I̷S̷ ̷A̷R̷M̷S̷-̷ ̷H̷E̷ ̷L̷A̷U̷G̷H̷S̷ ̷A̷N̷D̷ ̷L̷A̷U̷G̷H̷S̷ ̷A̷N̷D̷ ̷L̷A̷U̷G̷H̷S̷ ̷A̷N̷D̷ ̷T̷H̷E̷ ̷W̷A̷L̷L̷S̷ ̷L̷A̷U̷G̷H̷ ̷W̷I̷T̷H̷ ̷H̷I̷M̷.̷
The whirlpool comes to a halt at
ɱཞ. ɱąཞɬıŋ ɱơཞąყ. I teach painting to his five-year-old son Jatin. Martin pushes Pooja against the wall... HE!! HOW COULD HE?!!! HE'LL PAY FOR IT.
𝟷𝟷𝚝𝚑 𝙹𝚞𝚗𝚎 𝟸𝟶𝟷𝟻
𝟷𝟸:𝟹𝟶 𝙰𝙼
Today Martin will commit more crimes but those he is going to get punished for.
PS: Can't wait
𝗙𝗿𝗲𝗲𝘀𝗶𝗮'𝘀 𝗗𝗶𝗴𝗶𝘁𝗮𝗹 𝗝𝗼𝘂𝗿𝗻𝗮𝗹
𝟷𝟷𝚝𝚑 𝙹𝚞𝚗𝚎 𝟸𝟶𝟷𝟻
𝟷𝟷:𝟶𝟷 𝙿𝙼
Felt a lot better screaming it all out!
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Martin arrived at Hotel Vinson & Co. Like a good pawn, he came obediently to commit some fresh crimes.
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PATHETIC! If he thought he was a master in the game.
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Typical Pawn Ha-
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HA-HA-HA-HA…
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Aw Martin! You thought that I was dying to fuck you…
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Well, honestly… I was
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but not in the way you desperately wanted
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AND
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You got fucked up really bad indeed. That's what one gets for meddling with those close to me.
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YOU had no right to force Pooja like that. You thought you could take advantage of anyone by giving threats and flaunting your–
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"money" and "power nexus".
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WHAT YOU SAID TO HER AFTER MOLESTING HER.
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"GO TELL EVERYONE, NO ONE WOULD BELIEVE YOU OVER ME! WHERE ARE THE PROOFS?"
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I SAW EVERYTHING I HEARD EVERY WORD. I WOULD NOT LET YOU GET OFF SO EASILY.
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CONCEPTS OF RESPECT AND DECENCIES ARE BEYOND THE UNDERSTANDING OF PEOPLE LIKE MARTIN SO I HAD TO TEACH HIM.
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So silly of him to believe that I would be interested in someone so filthy like him who takes advantage of women.
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GEES HE HAS A NICE WIFE , AN ADORABLE SON. AT LEAST COULD HAVE THOUGHT ABOUT HIM.
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They were really concerned though for him.
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Martin was looking for me among the crowd in the lobby and when I waved he rushed towards me bumping into five-six people apologising to them.
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The way he was dressed though… in a blue velvet suit and red tie—such a peculiar combination. I was laughing inside.
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It made me embarrassed that I went out with a Grey-haired uncle like him.
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Everyone around at the lobby must have thought I was a gold digger.
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Well I was the player and he was the pawn. I had learnt to capture the opponent in his own trap with pro moves and… and… Martin didn't even know how to set up defences.
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It only took few cheesy lies and false compliments which he believed as matter-of-facts.
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Really DUMB!
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ALL OF
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"YOU ARE HOT";
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"WHY DID I NOT MEET YOU BEFORE YOU GOT MARRIED"
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AND
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"I WANT YOU" –
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WERE LIES.
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It was all just a deception to lure him…
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lure him – like the fly which is lured to a pitcher plant in hopes of finding food but ends up being one herself.
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MARTIN THE FLY.
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Ha-ha-ha-ha
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"You can have me all"
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I would be all yours.
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"Don't worry about Eileen she will never find out"
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"Eileen is a fool she would not doubt even if she saw with her own eyes"
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Wow, someone who loved him… trusted him so much… cared about him… was a FOOL?!
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PATHETIC! REALLY PATHETIC
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And all I had to do to make him 'Martin the fly' from Mr Martin Moray was to send a text:
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"I am waiting here at hotel 'Vinson & co' for you. It's unbearable. RUSH! so we can do it tonight."
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"Extinguish My Fire"
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HA-HA-HA-HA-HA
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I… I can't believe I really said that!
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And… And.. And he believed it like the ultimate truth without a doubt. Now who was the fool huh?!
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"I am on my way! Will reach in an hour,"
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"Stay there, love you" … and what else he sent.
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He even cancelled his important meeting and changed schedules.
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The long texts he sent… his desperation, his enthusiasm was apparent in those.
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"You're the best," he sent at last
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Best huh
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ha-ha-ha-ha…
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Well, I am the worst and he-
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He was such a novice. I made him dance like a puppet – in the directions I pulled the strings.
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A PATHETIC ENTITLED NOVICE WHO THOUGHT HE COULD DO ANYTHING BY GIVING SHALLOW THREATS
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And indeed he did reach in an hour. The time I got his text was 6:33 pm and he arrived at 7:40 something.
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By that time my soldiers took positions and laid the traps.
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Martin was so enticed. He handed me the roses he brought and that's where part two of the plan "wreck Martin" began.
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I looked into his eyes… he started scanning me from top to bottom, checking me out. I was innocent for real!
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It took me four whole hours to dress up in that pink gown… to braid my hair in french style… to get that look he was glaring at.
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Then his eyes gleamed.
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A wide lascivious grin appeared on his face.
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He leaned his right hand with his wedding band in it forward to stroke the floral silver necklace in my neck.
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He started caressing the necklace
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THAT GRIN ON HIS FACE
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THOSE EYES STARING AT ME
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I FELT LIKE PLUCKING THEM OUT OF HIS EYEBALLS. IT TOOK… IT TOOK EVERY OUNCE OF PATIENCE INSIDE OF ME TO STAY CALM.
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"you were always a piece of art I wanna keep you only for my eyes,'' he said
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NO NO NO NOT AT ALL NEITHER I WAS FOR HIM NOR I WAS A PIECE OF ART I WAS AND I AM… I AM AN ARTIST WHO PAINTED A RED CROSS ON HIS PORTRAIT.
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"why not" , I faked
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And I lost my calm when he pulled me in for a hug… as an excuse to sniff my neck and then started fondling my waist.
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HIS FILTHY HAND MOVING FAST.
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MY WAIST WAS STINGING AND MY WHOLE BODY WAS BURNING WITH ANGER.
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I WANTED TO STRANGLE HIM… END HIM THEN AND THERE BUT I HAD TO WAIT.
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so I trampled his foot
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I did it with all my strength. I SQUISHED IT BECAUSE He deserved it. The expressions of pain and his groan was so satisfactory.
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"Sorry I am clumsy" I made an excuse with the most innocent look and puppy eyes.
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Ha-ha-ha-ha…
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He bounced back and I excused myself … Asking him to follow me and he did.
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Such an obedient man!
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Phase one of the plan was accomplished.
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Then I strolled through the crowd… loud music was playing in the background since people were partying.
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In moments often I would look back at Martin. He would struggle to make his way, ending up bumping into people spilling their drinks and they would hiss at him. Such a scene it was.
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Then I texted him.
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"Come to room 209, Southern area"
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Room 209 was in the deep region of Vinson & Co. It was actually a Palace turned which was turned into a hotel.
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It had quite a Gothic architecture. Walls with intricate patterns, Huge windows with tinted glasses which would look like engraved multi-coloured gems from inside.
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I walked through the doorways on the embroidered red carpet often glancing at the elegant paintings, portraits, mantle pieces sticking out of the walls and marble sculptures that were cased in glass panels.
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The chandeliers hanging up and candle stands would catch my attention. The southern area was quite isolated. The tapping of my heels was the only I could hear.
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It was… It was all so familiar. It brought back memories… memories that I want to disown… memories that I would never want to remember But is it even possible? They haunt me every day. I am trapped I can't escape… Save me…
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I ran fast as I could not from Martin but from those memories that time.
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WHY DID YOU DO THAT!! WHY FATHER!! WHYYY?!! WEREN'T WE YOUR OWN CHILDREN? THEN…
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Sniff- Sniff… About Martin Yes…
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The wooden door knob of room 209 had a small sunflower engraved in it. I shrieked open the door. There laid a huge mirror in front of me. It was facing the door. Beside the mirror was placed a bed draped in white cotton curtains.
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The room was small, much like a chamber. It had walls covered in golden rose pattern wallpapers… The room interior was kind of rose themed as there were rose designs on furniture as well.
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Floors were slated with black and white tiles as in a chessboard though they were in triangular patterns.
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The smell of old amber wood furniture was somehow pleasant but the lighting inside was faint which we used for our advantage.
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Pooja would sit under the bed and Aniket would hide inside the Almirah kept next to the door.
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Pooja's part was to call the police after deleting chat history from Martin's Phone.
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One of my parts was to make Martin keep his phone on bed and Ankit would attack Martin if things went wrong or out of control.
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They both had brought my Canvas too along with paints and brushes. They placed all of that stuff near the mirror beside bed.
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I opened paint bottles , dipped a brush and started stroking on the canvas while Aniket set up a camera on tripods hidden behind curtains opposite to the wall next to which the bed was placed and Pooja hid under the bed just as I directed them.
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Martin would not spot the camera hopefully and even if he had I would've made some story. Luckily he never spotted it, not before his persecution.
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I kept painting while humming "fading in, fading out… at the edge of paradise"
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I saw Martin stepping inside in the mirror few minutes later.
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HE STILL HAD THAT GRIN AND I WAS GETTING FURIOUS.
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He kept staring at me for a while. I could sense that as my back was tingling.
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He then uttered, "Let me take you to paradise, I have the key"