{"id":810,"date":"2016-05-18T17:04:00","date_gmt":"2016-05-18T11:34:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/aratrikaspeaks.wordpress.com\/2016\/05\/18\/the-red-saree"},"modified":"2016-05-18T17:04:00","modified_gmt":"2016-05-18T11:34:00","slug":"the-red-saree","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/aratrikaspeaks.com\/?p=810","title":{"rendered":"The Red Saree"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Annie was getting ready to meet her fiance at the art gallery. As she finished putting on the red lipstick she checked the time. She still had a good one hour to go.\u00a0<\/span><\/div>\n
The sky was pretty dark already.\u00a0<\/span><\/div>\n
“I better get a cab before it starts raining.” she thought.\u00a0<\/span><\/div>\n
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Not wasting a minute Prakash fished out his phone and dialed Annie’s number. It was busy. For a moment he relaxed.\u00a0<\/span><\/div>\n
He cannot let anyone harm Annie.\u00a0<\/span><\/div>\n
His senses were on high alert. The line was still busy. He was beginning to get worried.\u00a0<\/span><\/div>\n
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\u201cWhich route do you prefer madam?\u201d she heard the driver ask. <\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cOh you can take the fastest one. I don\u2019t mind.\u201d <\/span><\/div>\n
She was a bit uncomfortable with the driver\u2019s appearance. Something about him didn\u2019t seem quite right apart from his shabby appearance. He sounded way too squeaky for a tall, dark guy. <\/span><\/div>\n
Annie was thankful that he was not one of those chatterbox drivers who won\u2019t shut up. <\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cWhy are you turning here?\u201d\u00a0 <\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cThis is just a shortcut madam. Don\u2019t worry.\u201d He assured her. <\/span><\/div>\n
Not trusting him she tried locating herself on GPS only to realize she wasn\u2019t getting signal enough for internet. <\/span><\/div>\n
She did the next best thing she could in such a situation. <\/span><\/div>\n
She called up her best friend. <\/span><\/div>\n
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\u201cDon\u2019t tell me you are going to buy this one!\u201d The little girl exclaimed bringing him back to earth. <\/span><\/div>\n
He hadn\u2019t realized that she was next to him till then. <\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cOh not really. I am just waiting for someone.\u201d He hoped she would leave him be. <\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cIs it your wife?\u201d Catherine pried not caring if she was being impolite. <\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cHuh… No\u2026 She is my fianc\u00e9.\u201d He then mentally smacked himself for answering her. <\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cCould you please stop bothering me miss?\u201d he added. He was still trying to reach Annie. <\/span><\/div>\n
To his horror now the number was not reachable. He was close to alerting the control room about his would-be. <\/span><\/div>\n
Relief washed over him when he could hear the phone ring on the other side. <\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cOh please pick up.\u201d\u00a0 He muttered under his breathe. <\/span><\/div>\n
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\u201cHave you gotten any identification?\u201d Prakash spoke as he inspected the body, or what was left of it. <\/span><\/div>\n
The body was horribly mutilated and the face was distorted beyond recognition. Her heart and intestines were missing from the disemboweled abdomen. <\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cYes sir. Her name is Mary Sagayam. She lives with one more girl in this apartment. Her flat-mate came back home from her night shift and couldn\u2019t open the door. They opened the front door using the landlord\u2019s master key.\u201d <\/span><\/div>\n
This was getting way too similar to Jack the Ripper case now.\u00a0 <\/span><\/div>\n
As he was leaving the room he noticed something taped on the window. <\/span><\/div>\n
Roses are red;<\/span><\/i><\/div>\n
Violets are blue;<\/span><\/i><\/div>\n
What\u2019s red will be mine;<\/span><\/i><\/div>\n
This is your next clue.<\/span><\/i><\/div>\n
-Jack <\/span><\/i><\/span><\/div>\n
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With a sudden shiver Prakash flipped the paper to find a picture of himself from the previous evening holding hands with Annie who was wearing a bright red saree.\u00a0<\/span><\/div>\n

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This post is a part of the \u201cTagged\u201d Contest by writer Kaarthika and\u00a0The Chennai Bloggers Club.<\/a> Kaarthika\u2019s book is being released on May 29. Do pre-order it on\u00a0Amazon<\/a>.<\/strong><\/div>\n

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I now tag Jenny to continue to story here.<\/a><\/strong><\/div>\n
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