The fury of the dark clouds loomed over the building inducing an eerie gloom. The wind was howling, giving the whole place an unnatural feeling. A tall man with the gaunt of a cop stood intently staring at the painting that was before him. He was so immersed in the painting that he failed to notice the cacophony that the wind was orchestrating. What was strange was that, the painting before him seemed to reflect the weather outside. He sighed and moved on to the next painting which was equally brusque as the earlier one depicting a heavily pregnant woman being strangled by a man. The woman seemed to be angry rather than pleading given the circumstance, while the man was smiling. It wasn’t just a villainous smile; it was the smile of a man with pure evil intention. The woman, in spite of her state looked like a sheer beauty. Her haunting gray eyes and lustrous long black hair which hung loose over her shoulder enhanced the beauty of her impending motherhood. She was clothed in a soft red colored cotton saree which seemed to amplify the anger which dissipated from her body. It was very evident that she knew her attacker for she showed anger instead of pleading for mercy.
A little girl dressed in a Blue frock, having the same haunting gray eyes as the woman in the painting came skipping about and stood near the man. “Do you like my painting sir?” asked the girl, pulling the man out of his reverie. The man was Deputy Commissioner of Police, Prakash who was visiting the art exhibit.
“I’m sorry I didn’t catch that,” replied a visibly surprised Prakash.
“Do you like my painting sir?” repeated the girl with a glint of impatience.
“Your painting? Do you know the man in this painting? Can you take me to him?” asked the DC impatiently.
The little girl laughed at the much grown man’s ignorance. “Man? I just paint the face I like to sir, I don’t know of any man, sir other than perhaps our most holy Lord Jesus maybe?!!” replied the girl cheekily.
Prakash was simply dumbfounded. She didn’t know of the man, but had painted him in perfect detail like a professional artist who could sketch based on just the description. A fact that the woman was very much a real person who was murdered 8 years ago, probably before the girl was even born baffled him. How could she have known Lissy? Prakash was the investigating officer in Lissy’s case. Hers was the only case which didn’t really give him that closure in spite of the “murderer” being found and proven guilty. He wasn’t convinced that they had the right killer. The man proven guilty was indeed a murderer, but something told Prakash that he didn’t kill Lissy. Post the trial, Prakash continued to hunt for the actual killer out of his own interest. He felt drawn towards Lissy. Who wouldn’t?
I now tag Dr.Sai Sriram to take the story forward. Belated Birthday wishes Doc. Wonder what the Doc will come up with?
PS. Dear Admins, My part of the story is exactly 500 words 😀 Romance to thriller is too mainstream for me. How about thriller to romance 😛
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