Rosie…
I met her for the first time in the reception of my office. I had just joined the office as a manager of accounts department leaving my old job for a better pay and benefits. I came to office on time and waited for completing my joining formalities in the reception.
I could not help but notice the receptionist. Her skin had a dark hue and she had jet black hair that was long and straight. Her unconventional looks attracted me and i could not take my eyes off her. Although, dark-skinned women have always been looked down upon in my country, but this girl seemed to have mastered the art of self-confidence that exuded a unique charm. Her svelte figure and dark brown eyes complete with a smiling approach towards every person passing by the reception or stopping by for inquiry made her all the more charming. My attention was broken by a sweet voice calling out my name, “Mr. Ashish. Please proceed to the conference room for completing your joining formalities. The deputy manager is waiting for you”, the receptionist called out to me with a sweet smile. I immediately got up feeling embarrassed for eyeing her without a blink in my eyes.
After completing my formalities, I was told to go and start the job the next day. Being lunch hour, the receptionist was not at her place. I waited for her for some time and then left feeling awkward.
The next day, I came early than usual but did not find that receptionist. On inquiry, I was told that due to sudden demise of her father, she could not come to office and that she may resume after a week. I wanted to see her somehow. So, i took her address from the HR and went to her home. I reached their house and I could see a crowd gathered in her place along with the Police van. I was surprised to see the Police van and waited in one corner to meet her in private. After the crowd dispersed, I met her.
“Hello, I am Ashish. I joined your office yesterday. I am not sure if you remember. I was waiting in the reception lobby for joining formalities. I came to know about your father today morning and came to offer condolences,” I said hesitatingly.
“Yes, Mr. Ashish. I remember you. Thanks for coming,” She said with her usual smile which seemed plastic with her sad eyes dried with tears. Her old mother was sitting in a shock without any movement.
I felt uncomfortable there. I sat for some time and then left. But, I just could not keep her out of my mind and my mind constantly revolved round her thoughts. Her beautiful mesmerizing eyes had a strong hypnotic appeal.
With days, i became more and more attracted towards her due to her mysterious appeal that made me weak on his knees and finally, one day I proposed marriage to her. She said, “But, Ashish. You don’t know anything about me. You just know me as a receptionist in your office. Apart from that, you know nothing. How can you think of marrying someone without knowing anything about them?”
“Rosy, I know that I am in love with you and that’s all I need to know. Anything else hardly matters. I will come to your house today evening and ask for your hand from your mother,” I smiled reassuringly.
She smiled back and said, “My mother is mentally unstable due to my father’s death. So, she may not behave normally.”
“It’s okay. I understand. I will take care of her,” I comforted her with a warm hug.
In the evening, I rang the bell of her house. An old woman opened the door. She looked at me questioningly. I introduced myself and told her the purpose of my visit. She got startled and with a gape, she screamed, “What? Are you mad? You want to marry Rosy? Don’t you know who she is?”
I understood the old woman’s unstable state and comforted her putting a hand on her shoulders. “I know who she is. I love her and will accept her however she is. Please do not worry.”
“No, no. You are not able to understand. You cannot marry her.”
“But, why are you saying so?” I now became slightly hyper.
“Because, I am a man dressed as a woman and I enjoy to treat myself with a man’s warm blood.” I turned my back and could see Rosy standing there like a man. She came there hiding her hands behind her back and grinning, wickedly took out a knife with a glazing shine that she was hiding. She stabbed me mercilessly on my chest splashing blood on the walls. On seeing me die, she started crying hysterically with her whole body shaking, banging her head on the wall.
Her mother recalled how Rosy had killed her father and her brother that day with the same knife and convinced the Police about her split personality behavior so she was given a clean chit. And now this…. But with her confidence and perfect acting, she could convince anyone. Like i was, with my last breath!
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