I enter the basement, the strong smell of formaline hits my nostrils. They say it smells really bad down here, the girls I bring down here every now and then.
This is the smell, the smell of my love... Better than any perfume one could ever wear.
And there she is, the love of my life, my better half, my Anaya, still the prettiest of them all. She's dead. A year and a half ago I killed her with my very own hands. But even after killing her, I just couldn't let go of her. Henceforth, I have kept her here, preserved. She'll be with me and stay here with me like this till eternity and more.
Why did I kill her?
Well, it's a long story...
It was three years ago when I saw her for the first time. She was this beautiful girl, her face glowed even brighter than the sun, her scent, even more enchanting than the flowers. She was beautiful and she was my family doctor's best friend. Or so I thought.
"Anaya? What- uhh, what are you doing here?" Henery asked her as soon as he was done wrapping a bandaid after stitching my injuries in my arm.
I am a mafia. My job us to kill those who betray me. The wound on my arm was the result of one of my 'works'.
"Since you weren't returning my calls, I thought to come here and surprise you. Happy birthday!" She saud happily popping a bunch of red roses from behind her tiny frame.
"Wow. uhh- th-thanks." Henery blushed and then looked at me, noticing my presence there, "Well, meet Giovanni. I've told you about him."
Her gaze fell upon me and that was the exact moment I felt my entire world flip. The look in her eyes told me that she was just as much interested my way.
The next time we met was according to my plan but I made look entirely destined. I had stalked her and found out that she works in a cafeteria.
"Whoa, didn't know you worked here?" I asked heading upto the counter. She pushed her locks behind her ears and blinks her long eyelashes softly, "Didn't know you'll visit here?"
I chuckle at that and asked her for a coffee to which she didn't say no and hence, we met again, on a date. Then over and over again.
As the number of our dates increased, my feelings for her got stronger. Slowly, we came closer and closer. I took her to my place and we made our love to each other.
I was crazy about her and I hoped that she was crazy about me either until later that week, she told me she was leaving town for quite sometime. It was heartbreaking. I couldn't imagine even a second without her. That was the time I realised how much I loved her and I decided, while she's out of town I'll send in my marriage proposal to her grandma. She had none of her parents alive, just like me.
"I'm here to ask for your grand-daughter's hand. We both love each other passionately and we'd like to marry each other."
"But, how is that possible? Anaya just got married to Henery yesterday. They went out of town for their honeymoon yesterday."
Grandma's words left me stunned on my ground. I couldn't believe Anaya would betray me like this, so brutally and break my heart into this many pieces.
I didn't want to believe grandma's words, so I had to confront Anaya face to face. I found out where she went and followed her down to her honeymoon suite.
I saw Henery making love to her, the same passionate way she and I made our love to each other. I could see her betrayal with my own eyes but still, there was this some tiny part of me who believed that this isn't the way I'm seeing it, that there must be some reason explainable behind her betraying me.
I barged inside the room and interrupted the two in the middle of their sessions right there. Henry got uncomfortable and immediately reached for his clothes while Anaya, I could still see fear in her eyes. She wasn't happy, but scared after watching me present there.
"Gi-Giovanni?" She took my name.
"What's going on? What are you-?" Before Henery could say another word, I shot him in his head, shutting him up forever.
"HENERY!! NOO!!" Anaya gasped loudly and looked at me back with fire in her eyes. "WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO GIOVANNI?!"
"You're free from this forced matrimony, Anaya." I told her. She looked back up in my eyes with pure hatred pouring down her eyes.
"Forced matrimony?! I LOVED HENERY!" She screamed.
"You- loved Henery? Then what about me?!" I demanded her.
"You? What about you? Oh.. Just because I went out with you for a few days and spent a couple of nights with you, you thought I loved you?! I don't love you Giovanni. It was always Henery, I wanted to marry." She replied. "Henery was always busy with his work and I just wanted to have some one to spend my nights with. You were my fun! You're a mafia, a tough man. You're just an eye candy. You're the kind of man girls like to fantasise about not the kind of guy girls would feel safe enough to marry. Yes, I betrayed you but it's not like I ever forced you. Whatever happened, it happened with our both consent!"
She was grieving for her husband and I stand there shocked, watching her do that. My heart was shattered into millions of tiny pieces. But every tiny piece of my heart still screamed her name.
And then I remembered, I'm a mafia. I kill people. That's my job. And now, my love.
I used the gun I shot Henery with and shoot Anaya with it.
That's it.
From that time till date, she's here inside my basement, resting in the coffin.
I bring girls down here, make them meet Anaya and love them right in front of Anaya's corpse. It gives me a feeling that I'm loving my Anaya once again.
The girls I bring here, gets scared after seeing Anaya's body like that so, it gets important for me to kill them and dispose off their bodies everytime I do that.
It's fifty seven girls till date and here rings my doorbell. It must be the fifty eighth girl on the door.
I close the coffin after kissing Anaya's forehead. "It's time to make our love once again tonight honey." I coo in Anaya's ear and straighten my suit once again, walking towards the door.
fuck
.THE END.
