Disturbed
(An investigative, romantic and psychological thriller)
By
Kotra Siva Rama Krishna
Then George left from my room and after few seconds Business View people entered into my room. I greeted them with a smile on my lips. Now they sat before me and we are looking at each other. They are three in number with cameras and tape recorders. I know that they are too eager to know the details from me.
“Tell me. What do you want to know from me?” leaning back in my chair, I asked them.
“It is about your Lipsom shares. They used to be at 800 ten days or so before. Now it came down to 200. What is your opinion on this?”
“What should be my opinion on this?”
“Lipsom is one of your prestigious companies and its share price this drastically came down! Are not you feeling anything for it?” there are frowns on the forehead who is asking questions. The other two are busy in taking photos and recording what is happening.
“What should I feel?” rolling the pencil in my hands which I took from the table I asked him.
The three looked into each other’s faces.
“I know what you are thinking now. There is some conspiracy going on to make our Lipsom share price to come down like this. But I am not concerned with this at all.” I am now looking into the face of the person who is questioning me.
“We don’t worry about the share price or share market. Our concentration always would be on the best production and best marketing. Lipsom is the best company among the six companies of us and our profits are increasing every year in each company. I sure can say you have studied Lipsom’s financial statements before coming to me.”
“Yes, I did.” He said. They three looked into each other’s faces again.
“What is your opinion on our company’s financial condition at present?”
“Very sound, I must say.” That person said.
“Now we are going to take advantage of this position.” I stooped forward and balanced my arms on the table in between us. “From tomorrow onwards we start buying Lipsom shares. We are having sixty person shareholding in Lipsom now. I want to make it eighty percent.”
They three looked into each other’s faces once more.
“Would not you try to know the reason why it has come down like that?”
“No. I don’t want to waste our precious time for trivial issues like these. Moreover our faithful investors never leave us.”
“Alright then.” He is asking questions and without any inconvenience I am answering them. For most of the questions he is asking I have been briefed by George in before itself.
“Thank you very much for your answering my questions.” The person who interviewed me thanked me and the three then left my room.
I know that the investors are very much eager what I am going to say for the steep decline in our Lipson shares. Now I am hearing tap sound in my door. Who it may be?
“Come in.” I said.
George entered into my room and sat in the chair opposite to me in which the person who interviewed me before sat.
‘How the interview did go?” George is observing me curiously. I am not feeling surprise. Anyone near to me observes me like that! My glamour is so.
“Excellent!” I am looking at him straight. “Would you buy our Lipsom shares from tomorrow onwards?”
“Sure I do that.” With a firm voice George said.
I don’t know why but I am feeling confident. I am seeing confidence and assurance in the face of George also. In before also many a time George saved our companies with his wise decisions. That was the main reason why my dad never let George go out of our conglomerate even sometimes George irritated him to the maximum.
“You don’t feel nervous for anything. I am going to look after all these matters.”
“I know about that George. I am very much thankful to you for that.” I am still observing him keenly.
&&&
We have a library and a museum in our home. Even my dad was always busy he is a good collector of books and things. Even he might enjoy the strange and valuable things in his museum, I really doubt whether he read any among that many number of books in the library. I too cannot find time for reading the books even before I engaged myself completely in the business because of my studying but I like reading. Especially I like fiction. I don’t know why I like fiction than reality.
Now I am in the library of my father and the number of books in it and the vastness of it is really amazing to me. Wherefrom and when my dad had got all those books into the library I cannot understand. The library has been divided into sections according to the category of the books. It is mainly divided into two fiction and non-fiction. Even fiction and non-fiction books also have been divided into so many other categories. I am observing now the fiction books.
My father collected new and old writers’ books also in the same way. In the old writers books I saw P.G.Wodehouse, Markstwain, J.S.Fletcher, etc. I think I have read some of the P.G.Wodehouse books and I really liked them. Slowly I turned towards the section of new writers’ books. I am seeing the names of Sidney Sheldon, Irving Wallace and other new writers’ names in those books. I have read some of the Sidney Sheldon and Irving Wallace books. I don’t know why but I like Irving Wallace. Automatically I picked up the book Celestial Bed from the collection of Irving Wallace books. I think that I have read this book sometime back and I remember the story only a little. I am feeling curious to go through this book now also.
I am interested to go through the book then and there itself and opened it and started reading it. While I am going through the book I am remembering the experiences I have got one week or so before. I am feeling odd and fear because of those feelings but I am feeling a sort of thrill also and I am trying to wet my lips with the tip of my tongue. My tongue also dried to the maximum with the burning desire inside me. I want to have it terribly then and there to satisfy my urge.
Automatically I closed the book and started staring ahead. Without my intention at all, my mind is forcing the memories of Nathaniel onto the surface. It is trying to compare Nathaniel with Chuck. I have seen the naked bodies of them both. Now also I am seeing their naked bodies in my mind.
Nathaniel was just eighteen years or so aged, I don’t know correctly, when he has it with me for the last time. By then we both were quite acquainted with each other’s bodies but that last experience was also as much better as other times. What all I did not know then was it was going to be the last time.
Now also I am remembering how he did that to me on that day exploring the depths inside me. I have become a woman by then and I enjoyed it completely. I completely satisfied on that day.
My God! What this is! Why I am remembering all these incidents? My body is full of uncontrollable urge. Unless I have it in full and complete now I cannot get rid of this burning desire. Once again I am getting a doubt whether I am a sexual maniac.
Now, quite involuntarily I am remembering about Chuck also. Nathaniel and Chuck, even they both were different in nature, they satisfied me to the maximum. However much bad that Chuck was, he satisfied me no less to that Nathaniel. My god! How much I enjoyed in his hands!
I want to get rid of all these bloody thoughts now. I am not liking suffering myself with these type of sexual thoughts. There are so many other important things that I have to concentrate and think about. I put the book in the place from where I have taken it. Now I am intending to go out of the library.
I am about to take a step out from there but I cannot move. It is just like my feet are glued to the floor there. What is happening to me? I cannot understand. I am feeling now that someone clutched me strongly from the back. I am terrified. Why I am feeling like this again? First in the bathroom, then in the bedroom now in the library also. I want to wriggle out from that hold but I could not. I am not able to move any of my organs. Even more surprising I am now feeling its breathing also on my neck.
“Is it is Nathaniel?” did I ask or just I thought I have asked that question I cannot understand.
“No, Chuck” but I have heard the answer so clearly.
“Chuck, you died with a heart attack.”
“I died of course, but I am still in existence. I became a devil.”
Am I really hearing him or imagining just like that? I cannot understand. I never believed in devils upto now.
“But you cheated me. You said you have got divorce from your wife. But it is not so.”
“She is lying. That is not true.”
“You did not say to me that you were married.”
Am I talking or just imagining myself that I am talking!
“You have not asked me specifically whether I married or not.”
I am confused. I want to be relieved. I want to go away from that place. I am feeling his breath on my neck. Whether it is devil or not there is no doubt that it is Chuck Watson.
“Chuck, please leave me. If it is true that you loved me leave me now. I don’t want any association with you.’
“I cannot. I have come for you specifically. I know that you do love my doing it a lot. You do need it now.”
“No, I don’t want it. In the first place I don’t like you. Leave me.”
My body is burning for that but my psyche is quite against it. How I can forget how Chuck cheated me?
There is no answer from him but his hands are moving frantically on my body. Now I am lying myself on the floor. In fact that devil is making me lie. I can understand what he wants to do with me now. I remembered the rape I got on the double cot in my bedroom. Is it is going to be like that? Was it Chuck then too? But this time the style and everything is just like Chuck’s. What’s the difference is I just cannot enjoy it mentally at all even however much my body is appreciating the same. The rascal, the scoundrel how I can let him touch my body again? But making me more and more depressive it is just happening on me now.
I am feeling completely free and the weight on me is just vanished. I am trying to get up and go away from there but there is no strength left in me.
&&&
“What book you have selected to read in the library?” Viola is looking into my eyes and asked the question after hearing everything so clearly from me.
“Celestial Bed.” I said. I can guess what Viola is going to deduce now from the input of information from me.
“I think it is written by Irving Wallace.” Viola said while looking into my eyes meaningfully.
“Of course you are right.” I am getting irritation. This Viola is not even a little bit helpful. I cannot understand whether she is my friend or enemy.
“I read that book once before. I think you also have read that book. We both have had a discussion about that book in the past.”
“You have good memory power.” I sarcastically said.
“Then…..” Viola is trying to say something but I ruthlessly cut off. “Now I can say what you are going to say. Because of my reading that book, such sexual material, I have imagined like that. Nothing more than that.”
(I hope that you enjoyed upto here. I shall publish the next chapter as soon as possible. Please don’t forget to rate and review.)
