3 Jun 2015


All for ThreeWordWednesday. 

January 2, 2014

She lovingly cultivated it; planted it just under the calming shade of the mango tree and watered it just right every day. She even talked to it sometimes, shared nuggets of her childhood and hummed her favorite bits of the latest hot number. When the blue and white buds started blooming, she slowly started the process, her natural precision making it easier to craft her masterpiece.

March 13, 2014

She measured carefully. Months of preparation could not be ruined by getting the amount wrong, could it? She ensured that the markings were level and measured out an exact 60 ml. All the wise ones on the internet had agreed that 30-40 ml would be enough, but she just wanted to make sure.

March 14, 2014, 7.12 am

She chose a Friday; her nights had always been the darkest on Fridays. She tipped the liquid from her carefully hidden tincture bottle into the glass. She waited till he sat down at the right-hand side of the dining table and sat down at the left-hand side, just like she’d been instructed to. Despite the finicky planning she’d done, she found her nerves jangled and palms sweaty. So breathed deeply to calm herself. And smiled inwardly at what was to come.

March 14, 2014, 8.00 am

He was completely absorbed in the legal documents that were spread out in front of his plate. He took a bite of the toast and instantly noticed that the spread didn’t have the usual bite. Without looking up, he threw the jagged piece of toast at her ¬– it caught her unawares, hit the side of her cheek and left a trail of toasted crumbs as it slid to the floor. Useless piece of shit, can’t even get the right spread, can you? What are you looking at you fat fuck? Pick it up! And next time, send the maid to buy groceries. She knows what I like better than you ever will, he sniggered. And took a nice, long gulp of the chilled, bitter orange juice from the lovely crystal glass.

March 14, 2014, 8.15 am

Before he was done with breakfast, his feet had gone numb and his fingers felt cold. He checked the AC remote next to him, it was at a comfortable 24 degrees… was he coming down with a fever?

March 14, 2014, 8.30 am 

His shirt was soaked through, but he couldn’t move. He couldn’t feel the chair beneath his backside. He started trembling like an aspen leaf in a storm. I am having a heart attack! Until he saw her face flitting in and out of his dimming peripheral vision. Her smiling face. What did you do, bitch!

March 14, 2014, 8.31 am 

Of course she’d prepared a monologue.

I was twenty when you begged my parents to let you marry me. Do you remember what it was like to be twenty? Eyes shining with hope, the world full of possibilities! I had resisted every single advance made in my direction but something about your easy laugh hooked me in, something about controlled baritone reeled me in and everything about your sincerity had me head over heels. I, till this moment, wonder what it was about me that had you on your knees at my parent’s house. And I wonder how different my life would have been if someone else had caught your eye. 

You wasted no time, did you? You ensured that the stars in my eyes were wiped out even before we came back from Bali. You really did give me a first night that I’d remember my entire life. And shudder every time I remembered. Do you? Remember what you did to me, that is? Remember holding the pillow to my face while you forced yourself upon me? Remember the vase that you crushed my fingers with? Remember the butter knife you held so close to my eye ball just to see me freeze with fear? No? I remember. 

Then you proceeded to spend the next decade making good on your promise that night. You really did kill the me in me. You broke me in ways that I hadn’t known I could be broken. Like the time you brought your friends over to rape me because you needed some papers signed. But do you know when you strangled the last bit of life out of me? Remember the night I told you I was pregnant? I remember. I remember the fake smile that had me fooled as I walked trustingly with you. I remember being shoved down the stairs. I remember you driving your heel into my fingers that were clutching the beading on the top step for dear life. You didn’t stop till you made sure I could never have the pleasure of holding a baby in my arms, did you? Why, I asked you. A baby will complicate things between us, don’t you think? You shot back, glibly.

To the world you were the best lawyer money could buy, the only one who could redeem their soul from the clutches of manmade laws. Everyone told me I was lucky, lucky that you were so talented, so handsome, so wonderfully polite, so well-dressed, so meticulous, so rich and kind and socially responsible. They told me that I was lucky to have caught your eye. I always just nodded my head and smiled, not daring to open my mouth because you had this wily way of always being within earshot. 

The time you tied me down and made me watch you rape the maid was truly special. I always wonder how much you paid her to keep her mouth shut. Must have been quite a dent in your pocket, eh? But just have been worth locking eyes with me while her screams rent the cold air.

To the world you were perfect. The world did not realize that the devil incarnate knew to hide his sins well. 

But all that is over. 
You didn’t think I had it in me, did you? 

March 14, 2014, 8.45 am 

Laughter slipped out of her at a maniacal pitch but she stifled it. This was the crucial bit. She’d timed her monologue to be just under 15 minutes so that, even with the extra dosage, the aconite would not have taken complete effect. He had slid off his chair and into a pool of his own feces; the poison was doing its thing and doing it well. She was looked into his frantic eyes and felt vaguely disappointed that the snake wouldn’t be able to respond.

March 14, 2014, 9.01 am

The ambulance got stuck in traffic. She sat on the floor by his side, carefully tucking her saree away from the mess on the polished linoleum. Then she pointed out each scar on her body to him and reminded him of how he’d given it to her. His body had stopped responding to his brain’s signals but he could hear every last word, his mouth was seething but from rage. His eyes were flashing but from helplessness. After years of being able to catch hold of her hair and bang her forehead against the wall till her vermillion and blood left a drip on the walls, he couldn’t get his fingers to her throat. His heart stopped while his brain was still burning with hatred for the woman who he had made his bitch.

March 14, 2014, 9.23 am

When the wails of the siren came closer, she brought out the glycerin and messed her hair. Years of being the victim came in handy as she hiccupped and sobbed her way through the story of her husband’s death. Multiple organ failure. Was he on drugs? No? We shall let you know the results of the autopsy, Madame. Our heartfelt condolences to you. 

March 14, 2014, 10.30 am

The hullabaloo died within the hour. The police had come and gone. The friends were arranging the funeral, for the widow was too distraught. They had no relatives. So when the house was quiet once again, they, she and the maid, cleaned up the mess and scrubbed the linoleum till it sparkled again.

Then she went to her safe and got out the emerald set that he had beat her with on her birthday. She handed it to the maid and told her to never come back, she did not wait to see or hear if she had anything to say.

March 14, 2014, 10.48 am

She locked the door and allowed herself one pat on the back. Then she made herself a cup of masala chai and sunk into the luxurious recliner before switching on the giant telly and re-watching a prerecorded program on the National Geographic

The list of ten most potent poisons in the world is topped by aconite. This extremely lethal plant poison is not only fatal within an hour of ingestion but also is virtually undetectable… 

She had lovingly cultivated the plant.



  1. Well, he deserved it. The slow death. Perhaps a bit more torture too.
    disturbing as it was, salute, Peevee.
    Well written and conveys her thoughts well.

    1. He definitely did. Thank you, Siddaaarthaa :)

  2. Brilliant narration!! Gripping tale!

  3. The first pic sent shivers down my spine, I dragged myself to read on and was impressed by how seamlessly you have narrated the pain and the revenge. There's a threshold to everything and everyone, once that tipping point is pushed, then this is what will happen.

    1. I know, it sent shivers down mine too. But it fit perfectly so I forced myself to put it.
      Thank you K :)

  4. That was creepy, Cookie. It's interesting how three words made you go down this whole road. And the way you developed it. Kudos. Nothing else to say.

    1. I know right, I creeped myself out :O

      Thangyoo :D

  5. The way you have written this, bringing out every emotion, and every detail, it sent a cold chill down my spine. Such a well written story, but yet so real.I believe that it is time that more women start to stand up and take matters into their own hands, maybe not in such a deadly manner though.

    1. Thank you so much :) And thanks for dropping by!

      Yes, more women should learn to stand up for themselves but unfortunately, it is easier said than done, no? :/

  6. A difficult story but one bravely and competently written..i admire how the story comes around in a circle..how you have broken it into patches of time - which feels authentic as when we catalogue traumatic events it does seem to feel like that...i hope she finds peace..repairs...she may no longer be twenty but there is always hope

    1. I hope she finds peace too. I hope she goes on to have an amazing life.
      Thank you for your kind words, Jae :)

  7. Okay so I'm at work and I just screamed out wow!!

    I loved the flow of this one. Each word was perfectly in place and the emotions tugged where it should. As much as I loved it, a part of me felt the pain as well. There are so many women out there who go through such things and cannot do anything about it. I hope some women get the strength to fight back, if not kill.

    P.S: I have some serious competition in you, in terms of fiction writing. I need to polish my skills better now :)


    1. :O HAHA thanks love :) You are wayy to kind :P

      P.S: LOL! We have completely different writing styles and we choose completely different perspectives! How am I competition, woman :D

  8. Oh my God..!!! What a heart wrenching story it is!!! Simply one of the best pieces I've ever read! Hats off to you and your imagination girl!!! Simply superb this post is..


  9. You're gonna start writing that book. NOW. That's an order.

  10. Spooky! Beautifully woven tale, rivetting narration PeeVee, loved every bit of detail.

  11. woww that was intense!!! brilliant story and narration!! For a decade she endured that, gosh it might be the reality of many women.

    1. It definitely might be, RB. And it is so sad that we can't help them nor can they themselves, after a point.

  12. Whoa! Whoa! Wow!

    This was absolutely amazingly fantastically intricately awesomely (I ran out of words) written. Mind Blown, literally!

    PS. : I am coming to steal your brain !

    1. Heeheehee, why man, only one I have, that also rusty and old :P

  13. Oh my! I'm reading a story on mariticide after way too long! And this one got my blood curdling. :O
    I liked the justice of the last part- He was suffering the way she used to suffer, with an inability to speak up and fight back.. (y)

    1. I believe in its Divine Justice :) Thank you, little one :)

  14. Oh my my your blog is like Pandora's Box earlier I didn't got the chance to visit your blog but now I feel like reading them all at once...
    Can't stop reading..

  15. AH-MAZING! You do magic with words. MAGIC!
    If you had a live traffic feed widget, you will know how big a fan I am, of your writing.I literally stalk your blog. You´ll have at least 5 visits per week from Barcelona! :D

  16. I am absolutely speechless!!! It was truly amazing!!!


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