The story so far…
#4 Black Heart
From here my story starts…
The absurd painting with three red strokes was lingering in Prakash’s subconscious mind. Lissy dead. Mary dead. Annie missing or in better words Annie also dead. He woke up stressed. It was seven minutes past 12 noon. He had spent the night before searching for Annie. But there was no clue of her.
‘Catherine must tell me more about both the paintings.’
He dressed up hastily and left for the art exhibit. While driving, the only scene that was playing in his mind was the painting joke from actor Kaarthi’s latest movie ‘Thozha’.
‘The world likes random strokes of a lunatic and calls it a masterpiece, paying millions for it. 12 Lakhs for just 3 strokes. ‘
Dumping that thought away he drove faster into the parking area beside the exhibit.
‘Maybe Annie is the third stroke! ’, he ran inside the hall and stood near Lissy’s painting. Catherine was not there.
The security guard walked in and gave him an envelope.
‘She told me to deliver it’, and he departed.
The next is your dearest ROSE. Come at once to the place where you met your first Rose before. Seek her alive.
It was the same handwriting. Prakash didn’t want to lose Annie at any cost. For he knew the haunted place which the killer mentioned. It was just one end of a deserted tunnel near an old mansion. He had met Lissy there for the first time, 10 years ago when he accidentally knocked her off with his bike.
He reached the place in 45 minutes. There was a familiar silhouette at the end of the tunnel. Prakash went closer to get a better view. It was a woman. He had held out his revolver in case he needed it. But the woman standing ahead was walking away him now. Her face was crystal clear in the light.
A ray of joy erupted inside Prakash. For the woman was none other than his beloved Annie. He ran as fast as he could to hug his love, for her absence had made him mad. At once he wrapped her in his arms and suddenly there was a feeling of excruciating pain from his abdomen. Blood was flowing profusely when he touched his belly.
He pushed Annie away and there was a bloody dagger in her hand. There were tears in Prakash’s eyes now. The love of his life had just, sweetly murdered him. Gravity pulled him, and he lay helplessly now.
He saw Annie for one last time with his blurred vision. She grinned, perhaps too happy on her achievement.
A man with a majestic style of walk came along and stood behind Annie.
‘Know who the third stroke is, you fool?’ he said with a laugh.
Prakash recognized him instantly, making no mistake this time.
‘Noel’, he said breathing his last….
The main pieces of the unsolved puzzle were still missing!!!
Who was the third stroke?
Where was Catherine? Was she alive or dead or a ghost??
There was only one person alive who knew some real part of the story, and was passing his time inside a prison now. Sarvesh the crackpot. But who would believe him???
Lakshmi continues the story now and you can read it here