Chapter 6 [ GROWING OBSESSION ]

Ivanna

A new morning, a new day, a new hope but the same old schedule of mine. I'm tired of all shit. I'm hating weekdays now. There was a time when I used to hate weekends because it kept me away from my school, friends and obviously Christian. I send a 'Good Morning' message to him before leaving the bed. And yeah, now I love weekends since it gives me some rest. My last weekend ended with a horrible experience in the firm. Thankfully, Christian was there for me. Otherwise, I would've died there. While thinking about it Adavan's face flashes into my mind. Ugh! His creepy face. I don't wanna imagine. I better focus on my classes now. 

I put my casual outfit and get ready for college. Meanwhile, mum calls me to have breakfast. I rush to the dining room with my backpack.

    "How was your evening?", she asks me, serving my breakfast as I take my seat.

    "Good", I don't react much.

    "Good?", she raises her eyebrows. "You had visited somewhere with Christian after a long time. I thought you would be excited to tell me what happened there, how you guys enjoyed, whom you met"

Mum is right. I always share everything with her. Before Ava, she is my best friend. But right now I'm not comfortable with sharing something like this to her. A mother can't take this like, someone touched her daughter inappropriately or all the shit that I don't wanna remember.

    "It was fun mum. But you know I know none of them there. So I was just…"

    "I understood. My super introvert daughter", she giggles.

    "It's yummy", I take a bite from our regular breakfast, veg sandwich.

    "Why do you need to compliment it every day? It's the same", she says.

    "Because it becomes tastier every day", we both laugh out.

    "By the way, the dress was nice", she tells me as I hardly swallow the food after hearing about the dress. "Where did you get it? Did Christian gift you?"

    "No. Actually, it was from the owner of the firm. I hadn't followed the dress code so he offered me", I try to stay normal.

    "Oh. The amazing person he is!", she beams. I wish I could tell her that he is not. But I'm glad that I won't need to face him afterwards. 

We finish breakfast and I leave for college. Most of the times I go to college on foot. While walking by the streets, I feel something suspicious and immediately turn around. There was no one but a large Mercedes parked nearby. I can see none inside it because the window is closed. I ignore it and keep walking. Again I feel the same after taking a few steps. Turning around I discover the Mercedes again. It's opposite to me. A few seconds ago it was at least  10 meters away. How did it come so close to me? I feel a weird kind of fear inside me. Strange things haunt me every time. I immediately turn again and walk faster. I had no plans of hiring a cab but this strange incident makes me do so. I get inside the cab and sigh, without looking at the Marcedes again.

Adavan 

She left. I keep staring at the screen after her departure. She looks more beautiful in wet hairs but nothing can beat her look, wearing red. 

    "She left master", Robert says. He is eyeing on her from this morning. I could see her from my room through the fit cameras on the Marcedes. 

    "What should I do now?", Robert asks again.

    "Keep your eyes on her until I ask you to stop", I instruct him.

    "Sure, master", he mutters as I disconnect the call. 

Collecting some papers and pictures from my desk, I rumble them again. Ivanna Rozario, 21 years old, student of English Literature, final year. There's only her mother in her family, her best friend Ava and boy.... Fuck! Boyfriend! Her fucking boyfriend Christian for 5 years! I wonder how many times did they fuck each other? Is she even a virgin? I hope she is. And if she's not, not a big problem. I'm there to erase every gesture of Christian from her body and even from her soul. 

Picking up one of her pictures, I stare it until I examine her face well. I lose myself while discovering every detail of her skin as I hear a knock on the door.

    "Who the hell is this?", I yell, I don't like to be disturbed when I'm busy with my lady. 

    "Sorry master", Martha bows after entering in. 

    "Now spill out what you wanna say", I grumble, still looking at her pictures.

     "Actually, Christian is here. He is asking for Ivanna's… I mean madam's clothes", she stammers. How dare that bloody Christian to ask for her clothes? I clench my fists to control my anger.

    "What should I tell him?", she asks again, lowering her head.

    "Tell him that you threw them away with all the disposal", I groan, not driving my gaze away from her pictures.

    "Yes, master", she leaves the room. 

I head to my violin and place in on my shoulder. Working with the stick, I play my favourite tune and close my eyes, a chain of the beautiful jingle hits my ears. I sit on my chair while playing it, still closing my eyes. Music is my first devotion, from the day I started putting myself completely into music. Those thoughts overload my mind when I'm playing the violin and suddenly a familiar face comes across my mind. She smiles in my imagination while her bright eyes meet mine. She has worn a sleeveless red gown, her skin shines brighter than the sun. My passion for her is now overshadowing my passion for music.