I had this idea in mind so I thought I'd write it.
Psycho Lover:
Tarika was sitting in her house reading a magazine when she heard a loud bang coming from upstairs. She quickly got up and got her gun from the drawer and slowly and quietly went upstairs. She walked into her room and saw that the window was broken.
Her brows scrunched together as she walked over to inspect the window. She looked outside but saw no one. All of a sudden someone grabbed her around the waist with one hand and went close to her neck in the other hand he had a knife which was really close to Tarika's neck and was about kiss her. Tarika's spy instincts acted up and she lifted her foot and kicked him in the knee then slid her foot down and skinned his shin and finished it by stomping on his foot. He winced in pain and stepped back and dropped the knife. Tarika spun around and held up her gun. The guy was looking down and holding his leg.
Tarika: Who are you?
He looked up slowly and Tarika got a good look at his features. He was tall, and well built. He had hazel coloured eyes and light brown hair that fell into his eyes, his skin was fair. In one word he was HOT.
Tarika stared at him and then finally spoke.
Tarika: Umm do I know you.
He smirked seductively and walked towards her and backed her up into a wall.
Guy (Whispering): Very well actually.
Tarika raised an eyebrow. He moved back and scooped up his knife and put it in his back pocket and then went close to her again. Very close. She was holding her gun down and looking at him clueless.
Guy: I'm Ashish, remember me now?
Tarika took another good look at him and then remembered.
Tarika (eyes widening): you're the one who was sent to the mental hospital a couple year back weren't you? What are you doing here?
Ashish: haan that's me. Yaad agye? Very good. I escaped the hospital and came back to get my revenge.
Tarika: but why are you here?
Ashish (yelling): because you're the one who found the evidence against me and sent me to that shitty hospital where there are other assholes who are stupid and that's not WHERE I BELONG!
Tarika (firm voice): SO you brutally murdered 30 girls pagal nahi ho to kya ho?
Ashish (smirking): 31…
Tarika: 31?
Ashish: haan in total including yours but after I have some fun like I did with the other girls and well you drove me crazy when I first saw you and always wanted to leave my mark on you.
Tarika's eyes widened and she tried to move further back but failed miserably because of the wall. He pressed himself close to her and sandwiched her between the wall and himself.
Tarika: Kya kar raho?
Ashish: SHH!
She tried to lift the gun up and shoot him but he grabbed it roughly and threw it aside quickly. Then he turned his attention back to her and looked her in the eyes.
She tried to push him but he grabbed her arms and pinned them to the wall with his one hand. The other one went to her shoulder and moved her sleeve of her shoulder. She struggled like a wild cat but he was too strong for her and held her firmly.
He leaned close to her neck and kissed it lightly. Tarika's eyes widened to twice their size and tried to shrug him off. He pressed closer to her. Every inch of his body touched hers. Tarika tried not to look scared or cry. He smirked seeing her struggle.
Ashish: Ab pata chala kasa lagta hai to be trapped somewhere wanting to leave.
Tarika: Please chor do mujhe…
Ashish: Chor do?
Tarika nodded.
Ashish: NEVER! I've resisted you too long already and when I want a girl I get her. That's what happened to all the other girls.
Tarika remembered the girls who were murder by him and shuddered.
He moved his lips close to her face and brushed them against her lips. Tarika turned her face to one side quickly and Ashish took the chance and kissed her neck harshly and bit it lightly. Tarika felt so useless and then got an idea. She brought up her knee and hit him hard. He doubled over in pain and crouched down Tarika kicked him in the chest and he fell back. She took the chance and ran. She ran downstairs.
Tarika: Never thought I would be running away from such a hot guy.
She came down and hid behind the couch. She sat down and closed her eyes and caught her breath. When she opened her eyes she saw someone's legs and looked up to find Ashish staring at her looking really mad. His fists were closed tightly and Tarika let out a muffled scream.
She got up quickly and tried to run when he grabbed her hand and pulled her back. Her back hit his chest and he held her tightly around the waist.
Ashish: Now you are never going to able to show your face out in the world.
He picked her up and threw her on the couch she stared up at him as he took off his jacket. She tried to get up and run again when he pushed her down again and quickly took off his shirt. He lunged for her but she ducked and fell on the ground on her stomach. She turned over and he crawled over her.
Tarika: please let me go
Ashish clamped a hand over mouth and unbuttoned her sweater. Tarika's hands and feet flailed around helplessly hoping it would do something. Ashish put his weight on her knocking the wind out of her but it had also stopped her from moving. Now she felt really bad, her legs were spread wide open and Ashish was in the middle. She really hoped her Abhijeet would come save her but she knew that this wasn't a movie where the hero comes to save the heroine. She had to do something and fast then she remembered the knife that he had put in his back pocket. She wrapped her hands around him. Ashish looked surprised but also like what she was doing so didn't stop her. He buried his head in her neck and kissed her lightly. He moved back and Tarika quickly pulled her hands up. He smirked seductively and looked at her. He opened his belt and took it out. Tarika's eyes went wide once again. She tried to crawl back but he caught her leg and pulled her back causing her tank top to rise up and causing Ashish to grin and bite his lip. He took the belt and threw it aside. He leaned over her again felt every inch of her body. He slid his hand up her waist feeling her and went towards her stomach and up to her neck and face. Tarika just muffled a cry and bit her lip but then her mind went back to the knife. She wanted to do something before he actually left his mark on her or with her… She wrapped her hands around him again and her legs also so he couldn't get up again.
Ashish (smirking): Seems like your enjoying this. I guess your boyfriend doesn't do much.
Tarika frowned but it was true but she went back to getting the knife.
He lifted his head and looked her in the eyes. He leaned in and kissed her cheek and she closed her eyes.
She moved her hands down to his pocket and quickly took the knife out. Ashish felt her and tried to roll out of the way but ended up making Tarika on top of him since her feet were wrapped around him. She got up quickly so she was now sitting on him and came down to stab him when he grabbed her hand which made her try harder but he grabbed her tightly and flipped over again. Now Tarika was on the bottom again and Tarika was still holding the knife with Ashish's hand around her wrist. Her hand was held up high.
Ashish: Trying to kill me huh… I don't think so.
He ripped the knife out of her hand and she took the chance and pushed him as hard as she could. He stumbled back and she got up quickly and moved out of his way. She tried to run again when Ashish grabbed her.
Ashish: Such a wild beast aren't you? A Sexy wild beast that is.
He smirked again and Tarika tried to loosen his grip and almost got loose when he grabbed her tighter. She struggled and ended up slapping him hard. He stepped back with shock and his face turned into a mad one as he lunged for her. She pushed her again and he got fed up and jabbed the knife straight in her stomach.
The last word that came out of her mouth was ABHIJEET!
Ashish smirked and took out knife in one swift motion as she winced and gasped for breath. He looked at the blood on the knife and smiled with satisfaction#
A/N: GUYS I KNOW THIS IS A VERY DIFFERENT STORY BUT I WILL CONTINUE THE LAST CHAPTER TOMORROW. SORRY I KNOW IT WAS A BIT RUSHED IN THE END IT WAS HETTING LATE. PLEASE R&R.