Fifty shades of gray eyes and all eyes on you
“Sonia I am telling you he is the one! “Alizah squealed with excitement as she pressed her cell phone closer to her ear.
there was a small chill in the weather. Being April in Bahawalpur, this was highly unusual. The weather normally did not dive below 10 degrees even in winter. With spring just banging around the corner, Alizah did not definitely anticipate a cold war was going to attack on cusp of warm weather approaching. She shivered beneath her black cardigan as she unbolted her front door.
Alizah’s friend giggled over the other side of line.
there was a small chill in the weather. Being April in Bahawalpur, this was highly unusual. The weather normally did not dive below 10 degrees even in winter. With spring just banging around the corner, Alizah did not definitely anticipate a cold war was going to attack on cusp of warm weather approaching. She shivered beneath her black cardigan as she unbolted her front door.
Alizah’s friend giggled over the other side of line.
“It was only your first meet up session with him Liz, you can not just say yes for any man your mother chose on a matrimonial site for you…Take your time. It is a lifetime decision”
Alizah grinned as she shut her front door and locked it behind her. No matter how much Sonia protested, she was adamant Afnan was the one. He was sweet, intelligent, funny, sophisticated and above all a Greek God reincarnated. His well muscled torso creased his Tux indicating a good athletic body form. In nutshell he was all and all Alizah had ever wished for.
“He is a total package Sonia…” Alizah stuttered voluntarily in a flirtatious tone.
“Alrighty alrighty honey! What about the stalker problem. Still feel as though you’re being followed?.
Sonia funneled the topic of conversation to a totally new forum weird enough to get Alizah to snort with dribbling sarcasm. Liz being a media diva had multitudes of rivals thus leaving abundant perilousness of being stalked by her college cronies and she did enjoy shenanigans committed in lieu of down pressing her. She was never going to take it seriously. May be some fellows of her were playing Prank hockey with her, too bad for them, she had her defense on. No more getting scared by any cheap stunt pulled on by her fellows.
“Not now Sonia. Am really not in mood at this moment to take notice of anything else other than Afnan”
Afnan was probably into her. He laughed at her jokes and even enjoyed her dating blogger stories rather than dwelling in her medical profession. He was different and cool.
“Well Mister tall and handsome did give you love shocks for sure .I am sure a baby in diaper with a cupid bow was lurking nearby. Ooh I have to get off phone Liz. Pathology test scheduled next week. You know! ”
Alizah took the time taken in sentence offered to switch on her laptop. After hanging up, she logged on to her dating blog for teenbeat magazine.
She was a miss popular in world of Teens. Being social media queen, selfie ritual was a must do. Even Afnan said she grew more beautiful with each picture he saw. Simple thought of Afnan made her blush to heels.
It was the studious snapping at different angles that figured out best shot to be uploaded. Of course her special red lip color pout.
Twenty one in age, Alizah maturely knew the people who followed her on Facebook either loved her or hated her. She did not care about her selfie appearance,cause she was dead sure her readers adored her. No it was not the magic of iPhone 7 plus, Alizah was an amazingly beautiful red head inheriting her looks from her half Hispanic mother.
Her haters were the girls who just could not match their levels with her or those boys who were void of charm to attract her.
It was a minute or two, and she had already received over some hundred likes and nine comments. Alizah was the kind of celebutante who would definitely reply to her fans no matter her late night breathes were morphing into yawns.
Amy spikes:ooh my ooh my you are so pretty.
Adam azeem:<3 all those years and you are still the same.<gorgeous girl> .
As expected Alizah knew her school mate Adam would be the first to leave a stunning compliment for her. Alizah engorged a little commiseration on him as he never knew shouldered the fact Liz does not consider him more than a acquaintance ,not even a pinch more.
Alizah stretched ,taking her laptop while walking towards the kitchen.
Alizah stretched ,taking her laptop while walking towards the kitchen.
Sarah munir: beautiful pic. But the creeper in background nearly gave me a heart attack.
At first Liz eyes popped out in disgust over this idiot comment. Sarah would vamoose no plausibility to insult her contender. From studies to arts they were grade alpha enemies.
Then she realized the mean girl was really referring to something inside the picture as she noticed a few “lol”s in comments along mentioning how hideous was the masked man in background. Cocking her eye brow ,Alizah exited the comments section.
Alizah waited for her slow network to bring up the picture she uploaded some minutes ago. She could swear a thousand times, she had snapped some million selfies in her bed room and never received comments like that.
After preparing a night time light snack for her, Alizah strolled to check her laptop.
Whether comments were positive or negative. Any kind of attention was good in her case striving for fame. She was clearly visible in the selfie but there was something bad in snap that left Alizah hyperventilating,a tall masked man in picture sneaking in her house from her rear window. It must have been her stalker.
Was the game still on? Trepidation enthralled like a ballet girl in her soul. This was getting serious.
As she rushed to her phone in dire need to call 15, network connection was apparently lost badly in woods. She was mortified to hear an automated message spit out from her phone “currently out of service”
Whipping on her front door into hallway, Alizah marked a mad sprint to the main hall. Before she could make it to exterior, she noticed some one was already on her porch. May be her shouts for help brought a benefit. Knocking the bell of disquietude there were no neighbors Alizah happened to have good relations with.
Her house was a good distance away from other residences in colony as she had paid a big amount to buy an exclusive dream home far away from the world she gauged good grade lower than her. Obviously she was conceited with the huge fame she clinched on social media in some previous years.
Shaking with tears, Alizah was dead glad to find Afnan there. She nearly hugged him out of fear. The exquisite man was wearing a worried expression on his handsome face.
“Some one’s inside m-my house” her voice piqued with terror.
“I know sweetling I saw him sneaking in to your window while I was pulling car out of drive away. I have called police.I chased after him but the guy took off. Do not worry,” he said in alarm ushering Alizah back inside her home. His velvety voice did not hold the same warmth as it was there melting her previously at the lifetime worthy dinner she had with him.
May be her mom was right. Alizah should have never gone far from her. At least she would have been safe with her. Being alone, there was a stranger danger to consider but Afnan was not more than a recognizable face to her. The mere thought of him being the intruder, rippled chills of horror down her spine. But no, he was positively amazing…He could not be a wrong person…he was way too gorgeous for being a stalker. She had to land her trust on him to be on safe side.
“And even…. My p-phone is down” Alizah floundered while stabbing her nails in to his arms in anxiety.
“Yeah I know ,he even installed a Cell signal jammer to block your reception. And he even cut the land line sweetling” his words were enough to cause Alizah to break out of his sweet embrace. She had bolted the door, then how did Afnan enter her house. He was the stalker! All those years.
“How d-do….. You know” Alizah shrieked holding a question mark. She did not get to lurch as a wire cord being wrapped around her neck was beginning to cut off her oxygen supply. She sputtered whipping around to face Afnan finding he was the one attacking her. The dream boy was a serious nightmare that made Alizah’s skin crawl in funk.
Alizah fell helpless on hardwood floor, issuing a loud slump as she touched the blood smeared wood.
“…W… Why… M… Mee” probably were the last words Alizah could neatly offer.
Tugging her hair, Afnan offered a contemplating comment.
“I am a sort of cleaner who unloads earth’s sinners directly in to hell. I do not do innocents. So you know where you belong in the story”
As black spots started darkening Alizah’s vision her fun sins commingled in to parity of her blinded vision.
The help-fund-me charity page she misconstrued for her trip to Paris. Or her mother’s pain when she refused to venture along to her home town in her last days and moved out to have a life on her own. Or the Senior affairs she garnered for mere attention. Or her father’s insurance policy for she faked his death dumping the fact to trash that her mom was a divorcee. Or the fee concession money she used to get a heavily iconic makeup set. Were they sins big enough to declare her death? Alizah lost the battle to a psychopath or better say a sociopath as he correctly presented sense of right and wrong.
He did not seem satisfied at the moment. Somehow he did not appear as easy as a serial killer would be after a murder. As he shut off the jammer, an impromptu call on his phone broke the ice in room. He may have let the call go to voice mail as he was busy disposing a dead body .
“Yes Mom?” he asked politely wrapping his voice in velvet.
“Did you find the right girl honey, ” his mother was apparently oblivious of his son’s whereabouts and what-does.
‘No Mom….I am still finding her..I betcha she is still around.”
One in 14 women and one in 500 men face stalk at some point in their life. It does not stem from some weirdo following you everywhere you go. It just happens like the apple that fell on Newton. An abundance of phone calls,harassment messages are the main pick. Sometimes the stalker may not show his presence and even you may not be knowing your are his lab specimen kept under observation.
The ages between 18-24 experience the most violent form of stalking .66% of the women stalked at the age of 18 are by their previous lovers and 33% did not even know them. When you are not careful about what information you have put on internet you do not know who is capable of finding you. Cyberstalking!
Be careful what you have chosen to display in public. Growing up a woman is not so easy when your footsteps are being measured!
By Della Maria
4th Year (Q-44)
