Diabolical Imperious Evil

As addictions go, this was a rather strange one. After all, how could he explain to his friends that he was addicted to a person? To Her.

His daily routine, for the better part of three years included the following. Get up. Think of her. Go for class. Stare at her. Sleep. Dream of her.

It took him almost a year to figure out that he was , in fact, suffering from an addiction. The cruellest kind. Even an alcoholic could never get enough satisfaction from the booze, but even then, he had something. In this case, all he had was a mirage of her; not the real thing itself. After all, they were just friends.

She wasn’t someone you would normally pick out of a crowd. She wasn’t a showstopper by any imagination. At times, one might even be hard pressed to notice her. It had taken him a month on campus to notice she even existed! In one moment however, he was hooked.

It was the smile that caught his eye the first time. He could still remember the first time he saw her smile. Her lips curled ever so slightly, and then gently parted to reveal the perfect white teeth that shone in the sun. Not a promiscuous smile, but one that could make his heart melt. When she noticed that she was being watched, she came over and spoke to him. And it was the sweetest thing he had ever heard.

The next few years essentially flew by in a haze. He remembered nothing of the wild parties, the study sessions, the ragging of the juniors, the movies. No, all the remembered was her. A girl , who in a single smile, managed to captivate him.

He didn’t believe it at first. After careful observation though, he realized that it was true. She was truly evil. Behind that seemingly innocent smile and bright eyes, lay a mastermind. A puppet master, gently tugging at the strings so that the planets realigned just the way she wanted them to. Every move was carefully planned. Just when things seemed to slip away from her, she would put on that smile . That captivating smile that could break the defences of even the strongest man, reducing him to putty in her hands. And then it struck him. He too had been casually played by her. She had been using him for ages, taking just what she needed. And when was done, she would toss him away to the wayside.

On one fine day, he decided that he had had enough. Her betrayal was too strong for him to stomach anymore. This time, he would go to her and tell her it was over. He was sick of being used.

He called her up immediately, asking her to meet him at the lawns outside the mess. As he made his way to the spot, he felt strong, confident, even immune to her. Soon it would be over.

She stood waiting right where he had asked her to. And as he reached her, she smiled. And then he was trapped yet again, in a maze from which there would be no return this time.

Disclaimer: The above article is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to any girl, living or dead, is co-incidental. If however, you do know someone resembling her, do yourself a favour. Run for your life.