Sia can not take her eyes off from Mishti. Is it love, or just lust. Perhaps blood-lust? A vampire themed story set in India.
“Break-ups have always been hard on me” said Sia while searching her cupboard impatiently.
“Especially when it is your third break-up with the same guy in a month !” chuckled Mishti from the other side of the call.
“Why don’t you come over? We will have some fun.” said Sia.
“Not possible, I have planned to stay indoors this weekend” said Mishti apologetically.
“Don’t make excuses, I have a surprise for you, and you must cheer me up, it’s my break-up after all ” said Sia persuading Mishti.
“Okay, Miss drama, 6pm your place??” asked Mishti
“No, we’re going out. I’ll pick you up at 9 pm sharp. Be ready for some fun-filled evening” said Sia admiring herself in the mirror.
“As you say mam,” chuckled Mishti and hung up the call.
Lying on the bed covered in a warm blanket, all Mishti could do was admire the crispy cold, mist- ridden foggy morning. She rolled over to reach for her phone, which was partially covered by the pillows. The notification read- one unread text from Sia, It said – wear something black :).
“Anything else mam,” reverted Mishti.
It was 10:30 am yet the skies were gravel-grey. The rustling of the leaves against the cold wind and the melodious whistling of the winter birds from the distant garden continuously broke the silence of the sky. “Who would want to step out of the house when one can enjoy nature’s play from indoors!” She wondered covered in her blanket, walking towards the kitchen.
In the meanwhile, Sia was busy searching her room. A huge heap of clothes, files and books lay on her bed. She frantically walked towards the kitchen and began her search in the kitchen. Her phone chimed- the notification read- one unread text from Mishti
It read – Anything else mam 🙁 Seeing the text, Sia grinned.
It was 6 pm. Sia took the entire afternoon to finalize her outfit. Finally, she chose a black georgette dress in contrast to her skin .The colour of her dress blended exactly with her smooth curls running on her shoulders. Her almond shaped dark eyes and bushy lashes had a spark to warm the entire Delhi that night. And her plump lips, blended in the colour of virgin sangria depicted the boldness that every lady possesses post breakup.She dropped a text to Mishti – I’ve left. Be ready. See you soon. 🙂
Now, came the crucial part of a lady’s dressing –to find the perfect shoes to match the outfit. After spending a brief 15 minutes, she chose to match her outfit with her black velvety ankle boots. She admired herself frequently in front of the mirror. There was something different about Sia that night. Her postures were nervous but her eyes were desperately in search of something. As she stood in the kitchen drinking something from the bottle, she gazed at her reflection on the kitchen door. Her boots caught her attention. Those boots reminded her of a night when Sameer wore them mimicking her walk. “Nostalgia isn’t healthy” she said to herself and started searching for her jacket. In the biting weather of Delhi no one must dare to step outside without a jacket. Amongst the heap of clothes that lay on her bed, she found a jacket which wasn’t hers. Yet, she didn’t bother. She grabbed her clutch and keys. Locking the door behind she unlocked her phone to book a cab. As she waited for the lift, her phone chimed and the notification read – one unread text from an unknown number .She clicked on the number to open the text.
It read – I know what you need. Meet me at 12 am near Mishti’s apartment.