Murder, Deceit and Revenge. And Salma Hayek.

The start is hard to define, so I will begin from the middle. I missed my flight. I realized this an hour later at 1700 hours while scrolling through news on my phone. I had zero motivation to go somewhere from here.

Where somewhere= any place but here

And here= probably Pune as the weather is lovely right now.

The flight was at 1600 hours. "I should book another." I thought but disregarded it as soon as it came. The world isn't crashing. Let me enjoy a few more days of this. Out on the streets, that looked more like my hometown than a big city, the traffic was piling up.

"Tourists." I scoffed.

The traffic police stopped a car  on his right. "This," he yelled above the honking, "You see this?" he turned towards a truck on his left.

"Yes." the truck driver nodded.

"What is this shit?" the cop again addressed the cab driver. "This is good. You all should be doing more of this." Now he was generally yelling.

Another traffic police was resolving the right of way for two other fancy cars. "I know the nature of relationship between you two.", he said looking at the passengers on both sides. It was Salma Hayek and her husband. On opposite cars. She was ignoring him and glued to her phone, while he was grumbling about some meeting.

"Ask your driver to move woman. I'm not here for sight-seeing."

"Keep your household complaints in your rooms!" The cop was losing patience. Salma didn't frown or reacted at all. Her driver just sat drumming his fingers on the steering wheel, hoping to ride this out.

Guys, I just remembered the starting.

Two people were talking, The cute guy was named 'Suknows'. You see in Hindi, 'Su-' is a prefix used to define 'good' and you are aware of 'knows'. I guess the general idea of his name was that he 'knows good things'? The girl (I never see her face), asked him if he wanted to be her roommate? Maybe this was a college situation?

Similarly, there was another potential couple that was exploring their options.

Now, with couple no 2, the girl was being pursued by a church pastor aggressively. After some initial hesitation though, she "partners" with him, leaving the boy no 2 heartbroken. I don't know what kind of university they were going in, but the next lesson was on a yacht with the balding pastor. Shots were fired and the girl in couple no 1 dies. Tragic.

Back to the traffic in my hometown, I walked ahead to some kind of photo studio, that was housed in a grand antique hotel. The photographer, a female, doused me in water and asked me to get rid of my clothes in a hurried tone. "Oh no. I'm not falling for that?" I shook my head.

"What are you on about? You are late and already wet. Just hurry up and get naked." she looked annoyed. I didn't care. This was a tactic I knew all too well. No one is going to take naked pictures of me.

"No. Not today." I held up my hand and walked out. "How often does this work-" I thought to myself. "acting rushed and confusing the other person? Some poor chaps must really believe her."

Beside the hotel, were the ancient ruins of something. An obnoxious kid and his side-kick were raising hell with their tantrums and bullying. I smacked the guy right across the face, "Do you know how old I am? I am 35!" I strutted out of the site and fearing that the bullies were going to come after me and I hitchhiked a ride on a scooter.

The woman, Salma Hayek, on the front was shaky as if she had seen a ghost. "Turn right here." I said. The words went unheeded and she rode past the place I was supposed to get off. "Take a right from the next roundabout.". I shook her shoulder slightly, "Are you alright?"

She finally came to a stop and looked behind to see if anyone was following. The night was silent. No creatures made a sound, nor did the elements bother to stir. "He killed her. That boy. Oh my God." She held her face in her hands and wept. Telepathy filled in the gaps. The rude boy had killed the girl from couple no 1.

I felt bad for Salma. In a bid to distract her, I asked, "Do you like berries? Do you like chocolates?"

She looked up amidst her sobs, "Yes, why?"

"I have cranberry chocolates. Want to eat?"

"Yeah sure. Thank you." she hugged me.

All the characters introduced so far and more were in a ball room attending the graduation ceremony. The mingling had barely begun, when jumping from the stairs, a pretty dude fired a shot at the rude boy, "This is for my sister...."

People rushed to apprehend the pretty dude and took him away. The bullet had hit the boy in the arm and the wound immediately healed as he started crying, "I just wanted to fit in." He pulled down his trousers to reveal boxers that were given by the school. Number 8 was embroidered in a big font on the waistband. The number represented the number of tries it took to clear a qualification exam.

Other students looked at each other and pulled down their trousers. Some more people had 8, some more, one of the girls even had 68.

"This was not designed to be easy." The pastor patted his back. For the first time he felt better about himself.

Tl;Dr: I missed my flight. Someone got killed. Someone else got slapped. Someone got rejected. Guest appearance- Salma Hayek.