The Guilt

Dr. Arnav Srivastava was waiting impatiently outside the cabin of his close friend and confidant Dr. Sharat Patel who was a psychiatrist. Arnav was sweating profusely and had to wipe the sweat with a tissue every now and then while throwing stealthy glances here and there. A few minutes later, the door of Sharat's cabin opened and a patient came out. Arnav rushed in even without waiting for Sharat to call him.

"You look so disturbed, Arnav," Sharat frowned, "what happened?"

"I need your help, Sharat." Arnav shivered, "I can't sleep at nights."

"You've been working on night shifts for quite some time. I think that's the reason. Your body might have got accustomed to that habit."

"It's not only that, Sharat," Arnav gulped as his impatient eyes darted all across the room. "I keep hearing some noises that I'm not supposed to."

"What kind of noises?"

"A lady's voice," Arnav's eyes widened out of horror, "I can hear her talk, laugh, scream and cry."

"And who do you think the lady is?"

"I don't know," Arnav murmured and glanced sheepishly at Sharat for a split second before dragging his eyes off.

"Fine!" Sharat clasped his hands, "let's start the treatment with hypnosis. Please lie down on the couch and close your eyes."

Arnav obeyed promptly and Sharat began hypnotizing him.

"Arnav, go back to that era of your life where the root of your problems lies."

"It all began a year ago," Arnav started narrating the story in a hypnotic trance, "when Riya came to our life. She was my wife Sara's friend's younger sister. A gorgeous and vivacious 18-year-old Riya had come to live with us to pursue her graduation in our city. She was one of the most beautiful girls I've ever seen. The gracious curves of her svelte frame, her hazel eyes, and dark long hair all turned me crazy for her. I started having sleepless nights wondering how juicy her dainty lips are and how exhilarating her young flesh might feel when pinned beneath mine. As days passed by, the intensity of my carving increased and I started thinking of ways to fulfill my wish. And one day I stumbled upon one."

1 year ago...

"Today I'm going to prepare dinner for you ladies," Arnav said as he returned home.

"Wow!" Both Sara and Riya clapped merrily.

Arnav smirked as he prepared a bowl of vegetable soup. He laced the soup with sedatives he had brought from his hospital. Then he smiled and took the bowl to the dining table where the ladies were waiting.

"The dinner is getting is ready, meanwhile you can have the soup."

"This is awesome, Arnav dada." Riya was all smiles after having the soup, "I've to make some notes while the dinner gets ready."

Riya got up and made to her room. Sara also left for her room soon after. Arnav went back to the kitchen and waited for the drug to do its job. After a while, he stealthily opened the door of Sara's bedroom only to find her dozing. He bolted her room from outside and rushed towards Riya. She was stretched on her bed with her feet dangling down. A book was placed on her bosom. He took the book off and patted her cheeks to make sure that she had passed out. He quickly picked the girl up and ran to the cellar. He laid her down on the bed and bolted the cellar securely. He smiled victoriously as he realized that the girl was his from now. He hurriedly pulled the zipper down on her gown and stripped her.

"The girl looks even more alluring in her lace panties and the skimpy bra." He thought as he pulled her panties off and unbuckled the straps of her bra.

He showered every inch of her petite bare body with numerous famished kisses.

"Ahh..." Riya screamed as she woke up and found herself lying naked under Arnav who was fondling her breasts.

"Leave me," Riya cried and struggled to break free. "Don't do this to me."

"I'm going to this to you," Arnav said as he forcibly pinned her hands down and fervently sucked on her nipples with a wicked smile, "for a long, long time sweety."

"Sara didi!" Riya shouted as she tried to pull her bare chest away from his dirty mouth, "help me, please!"

"Nobody's going to help you, baby." Arnav tied her hands to the bed and parted her legs away before tieing them to bed.

He kissed her thighs and licked her sensuous folds.

"Please don't do this to me," Riya screamed and then burst out crying as the rubbing of his tongue against her sensitive flesh sent shock waves all over her pristine body.

"There is more to come," he said as he pierced into her.

The pain made her rose from the bed screaming and the next moment she fell back on the bed in an almost passed out state. She kept swaying her head and moaning as his merciless strokes emptied lust into her. When he was done with her, he injected her with yet another dose of sedative.

"Sleep quietly, baby." He said as he drew a sheet over her nude body and watched her drift to unconsciousness. "In the meantime, let me fix my wife."

The next morning when Sara woke up, Arnav told her that Riya had eloped with her boyfriend last night. He even wrote a letter in Riya's handwriting as proof. After Sara had left for her office, Arnav called his hospital and asked to be posted on night shifts. Then he walked back to the underground cellar where Riya was lying still unconscious. He quenched his lust with her sensuous body while Riya kept battling with fits of fainting owing to been subjected to inhumane tortures. In the evening, he would inject a sedative that will keep her sleeping till the morning. He didn't forget to drug Sara's dinner so as to keep both ladies sedated before he goes out to work.

Days passed away in the manner until one-day Arnav realized that Riya was pregnant.

"We've to do an abortion, Riya," Arnav ordered.

"No!" Riya yelled, "I'll tell Sara didi that you've not only ruined my life but also have backstabbed her!"

With those words, Riya, who was clad only in a blanket that was the only clothing Arnav allowed her to hide her shame, ran towards the door of the cellar that was locked from inside.

"Sara didi," Riya banged her fist on the door. "Open the door!"

Arnav flashed a mean smile as he poured some drug generously on a cloth.

"She is sleeping sedated upstairs," Arnav said as he grabbed Riya by her waist from behind and pulled her away from the door, "just like you are going to be in a few minutes."

A dazed Riya turned to him but before she could react a damp cloth was placed on her face. Riya swayed her head and screamed for help but the obnoxious odor of the drug subdued her senses. Darkness took over and she struggled weakened. Arnav removed the cloth as she fell unconscious in Arnav's arms. He carried her back to the bed and laid her gently down. He then called a nurse from the hospital whom he could trust with his secrets and prepared the unconscious Riya for an abortion. But unfortunately, Riya died during the abortion and Arnav got her body furtively disposed of.

Present Day

Sharat brought Arnav back from the hypnotic trance and said, "it's the guilt you've been carrying that is the cause of your distressing symptoms."

"Then give me some medicines," Arnav said.

"Medicines won't be of help," Sharat replied, "you've to confess to your wife and ask for forgiveness otherwise the guilt will kill you."

"No!" Arnav ran out of the cabin, "never!"

That night Arnav was sitting on the roof of his house. Suddenly he felt that someone was standing behind him. He took it to be Sara and turned back smilingly. But blood froze in his veins as he saw Riya's frail frame behind him, clad in a blanket just as she was on the day she had died.

"Confess everything to your wife and beg for her forgiveness otherwise I'll kill you," Riya said.

"No!" Arnav waved his hands, "never!"

Riya took a step forwards and Arnav fell down from the roof.