“Super model Tanvi found dead under mysterious circumstances!! Police suspect foul play” screamed the headlines.
The forensic department guys are combing her room for clues. They find me shoved behind the curtain and carefully place me in a plastic cover.
They must be out of their mind to call me a murderer!
I was her best friend, her keeper of secrets. Probably the only one who truly knew her.
I was gifted to Tanvi by her cousin on her 20th birthday. She loved me at first sight. She hugged me close and caressed me softly. That was the beginning of our beautiful relationship.
I still remember the day she got her first modelling contract. She had returned from the shoot, cheeks flushed with excitement and with a spring in her steps entered her room. She picked me up, flung me in the air while joyfully screaming
” I am so happy today. This is just the beginning. I am going to be a famous model one day”
She clutched me to her heart and slept peacefully with a smile on her lips. Tanvi completed her graduation and took up modelling as her full time career
During one of the shoots, she was noticed by the famous fashion designer Karan Khanna. He immediately took a liking to her. She was as fresh as a daisy in the world of jaded beauties. She was given a chance to walk the ramp in his designs, something which every model dreamt of. Soon she was a permanent fixture in all his shows. Tanvi was on cloud nine and somewhere along the way she felt herself falling for him. I still remember the day she had clutched me to her heart and confessed about her feelings for Karan. I was happy for her.
Tanvi had to go abroad for the international fashion week where the work of famous designers would be showcased. She would be away for a long time. I would miss her comforting hug. But Tanvi was too excited to notice.
Everything changed when she came back. She always looked dazed, almost in a stupor. She would return late at night, and just crash out on the bed holding me tight. I guess she was on drugs or some intoxicant. One night she woke up suddenly and told me how she and Karan had become intimate during their abroad trip. She also looked forward to marry him.
Few months later Karan had come home and there was a huge showdown. After he left she drenched me with her tears, sobbing her heart out. Karan returned the next day and pretended to pacify her. He mixed a powder in her drink and soon Tanvi passed out on the bed. It was then that brute decided to use me as a murder weapon and took me and smothered her. I felt terrible as she struggled and finally her body went limp.
I was her favourite pillow, a red heart shaped cushion.
