The light in her eyes

I’ve sacrificed a lot to be where I am today. When I look back, I can actually reflect on the numerous footsteps I have covered to walk past the atrocities my family and I faced. I was the only son of my parents. Being financially crippled for so many years, I became accustomed to living a life full of hardships. Not that I was a victim of privation, but I had lost the urge of living luxuriously. As a child, I tried to be the best I could. But my soul was bruised by everyday afflictions.

Normally, miracles don’t happen. Well, sometimes they do. Thirteen years ago, my great grandfather died leaving a large fortune in my father’s name as he had no other heir. All those years of my father’s unstable business, financial woes and months full of torment were put to an end. Intelligently, my folks invested half of the sum in a money making scheme in Phoenix, Arizona. The business happened to flourish exponentially. No sooner, we moved from Gilbert, a small town in Arizona to Phoenix—the largest city and the capital of the state. 

In Phoenix, we resided opposite Lake Havasu. The balcony opened to a breathtaking view. Life was finally beginning to unveil its brighter side. After years of distress, the smile on my mother’s lips gave me relief that I had craved for, for so long.

I completed my university just two years later. Immediately, I was offered a job from Microsoft in Los Angeles, California. With full zest and unbelievable spirit, I made a shift to Los Angeles—the city that I associated to Hollywood movies. Why was it unbelievable? Concisely enough, I, Rubik Rollin was now a hero right out of the slums! That sense of felicity that ran through my blood was enormous. 

It’s been two years since I am based in Los Angeles. As much as my job consumes me, I revive my tiresome mind after work by resorting to a scrumptious meal, some drinks, clubbing and friends. Betty, my best friend from school lives close by. Sometimes, I hang out with her and her husband, Boss, over the weekend.

The last week was manic. And most tiring of all was my Friday. While I was at work, my phone buzzed with Betty’s call. By the time I pulled over the flip of my mobile, the call had disconnected. She left a voicemail saying, “Hey partner, Break n’ Bass tonight. Boss and his friend Andy are up for some drinks. See you”.

I was at Break n’ Bass right at 8 o clock. It was a Friday night. Everyone looked their best, and welcomed the weekend enthusiastically. Just when I entered, a head-turning, appealing woman walked towards the dance floor. I followed her but she became out of sight on a dime. Few seconds later, I saw her mingling with a group of people. Her ardent eyes electrocuted my senses and impassioned me to numerous sensations. She swiftly danced to the track that was playing, silhouetted against a candescent dance floor in a radiant black dress. All I could see was her. Every time her bangs caressed her skin, I was found engulfed in her beauty. Her skin was spotless, her dress unblemished. Her flawlessness drove me crazy and my fondness for her grew instantly. 

The next moment, I hurried my steps towards her and embraced her around her side. In reaction, she rested her hand on my belt on the left side of my waistline. To my surprise, she gorgeously spun herself to the dance steps while she clutched my fingers tightly. The ball curtailed to a soothing instrumental. She and I drifted to a secluded corner of the club. 

“Rubik Rollin.” I introduced myself to her and formally shook hands. “Ellen… Ellen Reuters”, she smiled. I walked to the bar and grabbed a bottle of beer for both of us. I had completely forgotten about Betty and Boss. Instead, Ellen and I walked out of the club and started tramping towards the Sunset Strip. While she briefed me about herself, I glared at her lips out of which words magnificently made their way. I looked down her abdomen and the wrinkles her black silken dress formed thrilled my deepest glands. Just when we were close to her house, I secretly made my way to her hand and held it tightly in mine. She incontinently looked at me and I looked at her up close for the first time. We exchanged an intense look. When we reached her door, I pulled her close to me and pinned her against the boundary wall under the chilly atmosphere. Then, I drew myself closer to her and inhaled her scent. While she delved in exploring the silence between us, I fished her cell phone out of her pocket and rang myself. 

In the next minute, she had gone inside and I made my way back home. While I walked, I sent her a text message saying, “Fancy meeting you, gorgeous.” She immediately responded, “Pleasure is all mine, young man.”

I thought of her constantly and her scent had mesmerized me. When I reached home, I fell in bed and slept holding the memory of that night close to my heart. The next morning, I woke up to a disturbing telephone call from a lady I had no recollection of. “You bloody goon! Don’t think I don’t know what you’re up to. I am so glad to not have gone out with you. People like you…” Just when I realized it was probably a wrong number, I hung up while that woman continually blabbered.

Throughout the day, I was here and there. Later in the evening, my heart burdened as I started to realize Ellen’s absence beside me. The memory from the previous night dawned upon me and I phoned her. “Are you free for a dinner tonight?”

“Water’s edge, 9 pm sharp”, she responded.

I was already surprised by her stunning appearance the day before. But tonight, Ellen left me speechless. She sat right before me in a stylish peacock blue linen maxi. The light in her eyes had only glorified, it nothing else. Her curly locks of hair enclasped her ear lobe and I just couldn’t get my eyes off her. We had a few deep conversations about ourselves, life, what we wanted and what we have. She told me about her job as the Head of Operations in one of Los Angeles’s leading magazines called Diva. I told her about my family’s excruciating hardships and how our lives took a u-turn. By now, she had become absorbed in me, my words and began to thoroughly enjoy my company. After the dinner, she sat beside me in my Audi and I dropped her home. Through the drive, we heard a soft instrumental and I told her about my lavish penthouse in Central LA where I normally like to spend my weekends. 

Before I dropped her off, I reclined towards her, wrapped both my arms around her and kissed her deeply invading her mouth. She stood still in shock for a few seconds before she hurried out of the car. Her prompt departure spooked me. But in no time, she reverted with a text message that said, “The food was lush. I had a great evening. Hope to see you again.”

As I read through her text, I was blinded by her anew. The thought alone of seeing her ‘again’ filled my heart with joy. The next morning, I knocked at her door and invaded inside the house just when she unlocked the hatch. While the door was ajar, I clenched her tightly and asked her to accompany me to my penthouse for the rest of the day and the following night. She nodded in agreement and we decided to meet two hours later.

At 11 o clock, I honked outside Ellen’s door. She stepped out in a hot pink silken skirt with a fury muffler that rounded her neck. She clutched the door open and sat in the car. I gave a subtle look. Her hair rested on the side of her chin and her high heels blazoned her lovely soft feet. Her lips shone with a glossy bronze lipstick. The sight was mouthwatering and seductive.

We drove past downtown towards the penthouse. As we spoke, I could tell that she developed an appetite to be with me. Even though she felt shy in expressing her feelings, the light in her eyes manifested her growing passion. In an hour, we reached the penthouse. I escorted her inside. It was a world of its own with a breathtaking view of the city from the 41^st floor. Ellen and I strolled around. I showed her the rooms, the kitchen and prodigal outdoor scenery. She grinned from ear to ear and the sound of her laughter awakened my exotic thirst. Ellen blissfully roamed around the penthouse. When the sky grew dark, she dived in the swimming pool under the starry expanse of the moon. The air had an increasing sense of serenity. Few minutes later, Ellen entwined her fingers in mine and jumped out of the water. She was drenched. Water droplets trickled down face to her neck and made their way to the most secretive places. Every move she made bound me more and more in her spell.

Before we sneaked out for dinner, I brought Ellen to the lounge. Outside, the sky was unlit and clear. As we stood against the glass wall, we enjoyed the idyllic view of Los Angeles from the penthouse. I grabbed her arm and moved towards the piano. Unbelievably, I played for her. She sat at a small distance but as I pressed the keyboard, she moved closer to me and I could smell her velvety hair. All those years of suffering and hopelessness were reflected in the tunes I produced that night. Ellen seemed to have had a detailed insight of my life and the scars that my tarnished soul bore till date.

She reclined on my shoulder in consolation. Those few breaths we exchanged made me fall madly in love with this lady. This wasn’t me. Perhaps, not the Rubik the world or I knew of. Later at night, we went out to devour a quick bite and walked back to the penthouse arms in arms. Ellen had now lost herself in the sensation of our love. The night progressed with a romantic aura that brought us closer. I was closest to her than I had ever been to a girl. The light in her eyes rose by leaps and bounds and I was insanely attracted to her. We immersed in the sweetest form of copulation until my phone rang and obstructed our union. To my utter detestation, it was the same dubious woman who had called the other day accusing me of something I couldn’t seem to recall. Again, I thought of it as a wrong number and hung up.

The next morning that I woke up, Ellen was asleep beside me with her palm tightly tucked in mine. While she emerged in slumber, I rushed to dress up and leave for work. I left a note by her side table that said, “The weekend was beautiful than I ever thought. I am headed to work and I shall see you after 5 o clock.” 

Before I descended to work, I spent few minutes of isolation just where Ellen was asleep. I stared at her and recalled the light in her eyes. The light in her eyes had become my direction. It paved grounds of prosperity for me.

I was back in the midst of work and tight pressurizing deadlines but something about everything that day felt extremely good. The day was no different—the usual, official stress. But a ray of hope was cultivating within me. When the clock struck 4, Ellen’s thoughts started overwhelming me and I lost myself to the recollection of the weekend. Something wasn’t right. I hastened my way back to the penthouse. I wasn’t sure if Ellen was still in the state I had left her—I hadn’t heard from her all day. 

As I drove by the overcrowded highways of the city, the light in Ellen’s eyes flashed before me. The first time I saw her to staying at the penthouse over the weekend—felt surreal and somewhat unbelievable. I was outside the penthouse and it was 5 pm sharp. “By now the shackles around Ellen's feet and hands would have imprinted permanent marks on her skin”, I thought to myself. My poor lady love had no aid to her rescue—I had disconnected all phone connections and wireless communication channels while she was strangled in bed and lay blindfolded. A pang of guilt ached through my bones but I braced myself to face Ellen and confidently made my way upstairs. 

As I stepped in, I looked around the penthouse. I couldn’t wait to see Ellen—my new victim. I unlocked her door, walked in and loaded my trigger. Ouch! Ellen still lay blindfolded, handcuffed and strangled. I couldn’t just let her go. How could I? The light in her eyes added so much meaning to my life. Before I shot the bullet down her skull, I removed the blindfold from her eyes. After all, I had to see the dazzling light in her eyes faded out. Didn’t I?

Love does miracles. Ellen stole my heart in the most alluring manner. But my love for her was subdued by the serial killer that was alive in me.

Some love stories are hale and hearty. While some have blood in them.