The Man Who Changed My Life

I observed him carefully as he walked to the door. I knew that time was running out but suppressed the urge to check my watch. I took a deep breath and started counting in reverse under my breath. “Ten, nine, eight, seven…”

He was moving towards me and all I could do was to think about the good times of my life and thank my parents for whatever they did so far. I started thinking of the past when it all started. I kept regretting of that one mistake which changed my life forever.

I used to live in Mumbai, working with a top MNC. Life was moving at a steady rate and everything was monotonous and boring. There was nothing interesting about my life. I used to stay away from my parents and that was the reason for all the miseries. My daily routine

She asked whether anything happened last night. I told her everything. She too was very scared but assured me that she would help me at any cost as I was the one who gave her job in this unknown city. I called my parents as well and asked them to come as soon as possible. They also said that once they were here, we would inform the police as it was high time now. In the afternoon my parents informed me that tomorrow morning they would be arriving here. I just had to manage for today. Anyway I had asked my cook to come over for tonight. So I was a bit assured. She came over that night. We prepared dinner together and watched TV for sometime. She had her daughter sleep after dinner and we too went to sleep after watching TV. Both of them slept in my room itself. It was a quiet night and I went into deep sleep pretty quick. After few hours of sleep, I woke up in the urge of drinking water. When I got out of my bed, I didn’t find either the lady or her daughter who were sleeping on the floor. I thought they might be roaming around the house. I went in the kitchen but didn’t see them anywhere. Suddenly I saw a shadow behind the glass of window. All I could see was, that he had a knife in his hand. I started shouting my cook’s name but she was nowhere to be seen. I came in my room and locked myself inside. There was no other option available. Suddenly I saw somebody’s feet behind the curtain. Somebody was hiding behind the curtain. I froze at my place. Slowly I moved towards it. And when I drew the curtain, to my surprise, the cook was standing there, all blank, staring at me. She was hiding something in her hand at the back. She started asking me ‘what happened madam’? Why do you look so tensed? Come, I will help you. I got scared by her body language. It wasn’t normal. There was something strange about it. I tried hiding inside the bed but when I bent to go inside, I saw her