“Isn’t it a loss to the crime history?”
“Why not we together create history,” she said invitingly. “It’s my curiosity to measure up the cop who would turn up that made me appraise you on the sly; even as your looks surged my sexual passion, your manner induced a sense of belonging in me. Believe me; my urge to make a new beginning with you fuelled my desire to be freed of both of them even more; that way, my man, you are an abettor of the crime yourself. Whatever, breathing down my neck, you’ve charmed me with your mind as well, and now with your lovemaking, you’ve increased my craving for being your woman. You know, all this is for your ears only and not for my trial for sure; try acting funny and you stand accused - of torture and rape, why haven’t you left enough evidence behind – on both counts.”
“What to make of you?” he said in exasperated admiration.
“Yours if you please,” she winked at him.
“What if you are let loose,” he said contemplatively.
“Why not enslave me,” she said as he got into the mufti in the drawing room.
“That’s resisting the irresistible.”
“If you can ignore my past, I won’t let you regret making me your wife,” she said pleadingly taking him in her embrace. “It’s my promise.”
“I know your value to my life but let me think it over,” he said disarmingly.
“Won’t you come tomorrow?” she said reaching for his lips.
“You haven’t left me yet,” he said reaching for his dress after she released him
“Let this be my keepsake of our first-time,” she said, pulling out the tape recorder from his pocket.
“Oh, you are impossible!” he said taking her into his arms.
We became man and wife, and hope we will live happily ever after.”
Amazed at what she read, Radha thought that Mithya could have been a temptressin the Cleopatra mold and wondered what would have happened had she poisoned her men.