He's Hungry!

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*Mangalore bajji : A fried snack made of certain flours mixed with curd and water.
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His heart seemed to hit his rib cage like a piston in an engine. Tears camaflauged with the icy cold rainwater that soaked his entire body. Parking the jeep absurdly in a place on his way back home, he walked through the woods, crossing the bridge and stared at the surroundings cursing his fate. Had destiny taken them for granted? Why were they not left to cherish the most beautiful part of their life together after swallowing all the bitterness of their past?

The path, trees, river and everyother element around him remiscised her memories. Their moments of togetherness. Yet he determined to stay strong. Deep down, he had faith in himself and was sure to get her back. But that sentence lingered in his mind and his heart sunk each time he tried to build hopes.

She died SIX years ago.

"She's alive. Sandhya is alive. My wife is alive!"
He clutched his hair speaking to himself and barged into the house.

Steam escaped from the glass tumbler in front of him just like memories out of his mind. The mint-lime tea was supposed to be medicine for the dreadful headache, but he didn't bother, while food was far from thoughts. Hunger was abstract in real sense.
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"It's brilliant right? I knew it! Should've added a little more chilli powder and salt."
She squealed stuffing another peice of chapati into Vihaan's mouth.

"Are you crying? Vihaan!"

"Crying? Yeah crying."
He wiped his tears and emptied a jug of water.

"What happened? Is it too hot?"

"Just like you!" he winked earning a smack on his head.

"Tell me!"

"You should try it. It's.... Umm.. Flavory?" he commented unsurely.

She furrowed her brows, narrowing her eyes at him, before taking a bite herself.

She coughed and gasped for breath gulping a whole tumbler of water. Vihaan tried his best to control that thunderous gush of emotions which he miserably failed to do. He held his stomach after rolling around for quite some time and saw his wife, arms crossed, face grim. Danger's ahead!

She picked up a flower vase and threw it at him.

"Sandhya! That was close! You would've hit my head!"
He peeped from behind the sofa.

"It would've atleast knocked some sense in you! Your wife's pregnant and she still surfs up the best recipe websites just to make you happy and here you are laughing away to glory! Don't speak to me!"
She held the pan of curry and twisted her lips, heading towards the kitchen.
"Come inside! "

Vihaan sheepishly grinned while merrily marching to her.

"I know it's impossible for you to stay hungry."

He dreamily looked at her while his hands were tucked in his pockets.

"So, heat the leftovers in the red boxes kept in the refrigerator before I come back from the shower. It's nine o'clock already." she smiled sweetly fluttering her eyelashes.

And his jaw dropped.

" Serves me right for triggering her. Consequences of a love marriage!" he whispered yelled.

"I heard that!"

"You know what? I'm hungry, but at the same time,late for my shower. How about we cook something.. together?" he winked, sweeping her off the floor and stole a kiss before she could protest.

"You trickster!"

He wiggled his brows unaware of her going to bite his neck. She immediately palmed her eyes.

"Oh you're paying off, my lioness!"

And food was served.
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"Were you outta your mind. This fool would've ruined everything Anna!"

The Inspector was burning in rage while addressing the tall,dark man who had shot Vihaan.

"I'll be careful next time." he replied, his arms crossed and head bent.

"Not a big deal. Let him go Inspector." another man said distastefully rolling his eyes before spitting the arecanut he was chewing.

"He's a journalist for heaven's sake! We wouldn't want our names published in magazines and newspapers. What if something happened to him?"

"I'd spoke to that boy as soon as he entered the village event held two nights back. He has no connections with local publishers. Neither does he know anyone around much." the man stretched his legs over a teatable, picking his teeth.

The Inspector shook his head.
"But no one's gonna stop me from chasing him away from this place."
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"Life and death;
Without one there cannot be the other.
For some it's short, but they live it like no other.
For most it's long, and to be happy they don't ever bother.
Life cannot be lived without the love of others."

The sizzling sound of the balls of *mangalore bajji batter dropped in boiling oil at the little hotel, disturbed his thoughts as he subconsciously listened to Kalinga's string of words.

"Vihaan.."
Shankar master pointed at the bajjis that laid untouched on the plate before him.
"You look dreadful. Haven't you eaten anything?"

"Sometimes the people who we trust the most, leave us alone before we even notice. Life never gives what we want so easily."
Kalinga spoke looking away from the two eyes which were fixed on him.

Shankar master faked a smile,
"Isn't there anyone who's seen your wife in this village?"

Vihaan was still silent and turned to see a group of men. One was tossing a coin into the air and clapping his hands. Vihaan's eyes widened.
"Yes! Why didn't I think of him before? "

"Anna.."
Rafiq rushed into the middle of the scene.

"Where's Naarnu?" Vihaan questioned without letting him talk.
"Go get the jeep. Hurry! "

Rafiq returned and the two quickly got in.

Behind was a person watching them, just about get down from a red car. Finally Vihaan was located! The car backed their's but lost track as they sped towards an old, worn out house.It was small and dark.

Vihaan scanned the dingy dwelling and proceeded towards an area which seemed like the kitchen, when suddenly a woman with messy hair and torn clothes leaped towards him. He held a shelf for support while he saw her screaming senselessly and treading all over the place.

An old man pulled Vihaan out.

"Where's Naarnu and who is that?" he turned to the house from where noises refused to come to an end.

"That's Naarnu's wife, sir. Pity her condition since that lad left her to face this cruel world all alone." the white-bearded man answered.

"What!"
Vihaan couldn't believe his ears. Now his sole evidence was erased! But why?

"He passed away two days ago. We told him to be aware of the guddada bhลซtha. Finally, his life was snatched by the same. We don't know why he was targeted this time."
The old man wiped his tears with the towel hanging from his shoulder.

"This place isn't safe. Go away! The guddada bhลซtha is preying on everyone. He's HUNGRY! Go away!"
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Back after quite some time. ๐Ÿ˜‡ I don't know how I should apologize for being so late. Please show mercy guys! ๐Ÿ™Œ๐Ÿ™

Its a game of hunger.
Why are people disappearing suddenly?

What role do the police and other men have to play in this?

The guddada bhลซtha is back to swallow his preys, is he?

Tell me what you feel guys. Waiting to hear from you lovelies after so long! ๐Ÿ˜

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