Disturbed

By Kotra Siva Rama Krishna

Dazzle Penkins is a twenty six years old girl and the daughter of Thomas Penkins who is owner of a conglomerate which comprises six profitable companies the turnover of all of which is thirty six thousand crores per year and profit is three thousand crores per year. She received a phone call from her father while she was in USA requesting her to come to India immediately saying that there was a very important matter needs to be discussed with her. But by the time she reached India her father died with heart attack making her not only shocked, bewildered and distressed but also a major shareholder of the 'Penkins Conglomerate.' Dazzle has become more and more perplexed and disturbed thinking what her father that desperately wanted to say to her. He neither left any clue of the same anywhere nor shared even a little of that with anyone else. Her father did not say anything about the same even to his close relatives Catherine and Williams or to his close friend Dr.Nickerson or to Viola who intimated with him as much as Dazzle.

Dazzle just did not know what to do after she started hearing strange sounds and having odd experiences with her previous boyfriends Nathaniel Zimbra and Chuck Watson who were dead. Dazzle's close friend Viola who is a psychologist also said that Dazzle is suffering from a psychological disorder. But Viola's hypnotizing and programming Dazzle did not help even a little to cure Dazzle from that psychological disorder. Dazzle strongly believed that there is more than her psychological disorder in her suffering like that but she did not know what to do.

When Dazzle shared her odd experiences with her present lover George, he insisted that they have to take the help of a private detective to investigate into the said mysteries. Even Dazzle did not like the idea of taking the help of a private detective, as George threatened her that he would go far away from her if she would not agree, Dazzle has to.

Then detective Smaran was hired by the Dazzle who was advised by George and he started investigating into the matters not only to know what her father desperately wanted to say to her before his death but to know the reason for the Dazzle's odd experiences also. Dazzle was more shocked, more astounded, more distressed when Smaran unraveled the mysteries on the day he promised. Dazzle could not even guess such a thing behind her suffering with the psychological disorder! A romantic, psychological and investigative thriller

• Language: English
• Publisher: Kotra Siva Rama Krishna
• Release date: Dec 15, 2022
• ISBN: 9798215594544

Kotra Siva Rama Krishna

The twenty two romantic and suspense thrillers of this author ‘A Mansion Of Illusions (1,17,731 Words)’, ‘A village, a forest and an old mansion (1,13,049 Words)’, ‘Chasing butterflies (1,11,211 Words)’ ‘Across the river...under the bridge (1,02,739 Words)’, ‘Enna (1,03,119 Words)’ ‘Strawberry (1,11,700 Words)’ ‘Amaswitha (1,51,618 Words)’, ‘Sasikala (1,09,423 Words)’ ‘Just Relax! (1,15,793 Words)’, ‘ House of Delusions (1,18,530 Words)’ ‘Half Opened Doors (1,23,600 words)’ ‘Lovenest (50,565 Words)’, ‘Moonshine (51,427 Words)’ ‘Nirupama (51,675 Words)’, ‘Scarecrow (52,226 Words)’ ‘Rose Garden (62, 284 Words)’, ‘Dusk (53,856 Words)’, ‘Rain Flower (53,139 Words)’ ‘rustle In The leaves (3,52,000 words) and ‘Snow Flower’ (2,15,200 words), Wisps Of Smoke (3,20,500 words), Split Personality (3,30,000 words) along with a short stories book ‘Sand Dunes (24,973 Words) and two non-fiction books ‘Body, Mind And You (16,533 Words)’ and ‘English Grammar Simplifier (18,436 Words)’ are available as ebooks and paperbacks only on Amazon websites. The total word count of all these books is more than 29,00,000 (Twenty Nine Lakhs words). The same can be found by searching with author’s name ‘Kotra Siva Rama Krishna.’

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Iam an Indian English writer write mostly fiction books and so far I have written thirty books out of which twenty eight books are romantic, psychological thrillers and the remaining two are non-fiction books, Body, Mind and You and English Grammar Simplifier. The word count of my books range from 15,000 to 3,50,000 and the total word count of all my books is more than 30,00,000 (Thirty Lakhs Words). I have a weakness, I don’t get the feeling that I wrote the book if someone else edits the same, so I am my own editor to all my books. As such there is a pretty chance that you may come across grammatical, verbal mistakes, incongruities and inconsistencies while going through my books, then please pardon me and go ahead. I am always open as much as possible when it comes to sexual narrations in my books as I think sex is very main and natural characteristic not just in human beings but in all other creatures also. So you can find sexual narrations in my books graphical, absolute and complete. My heart-felt thanks to all those who have been purchasing my books all along, encouraging me and supporting me.

Chapter-1

Iam feeling dizzy and I don’t even want to open my eyes even it is eight in the morning. I used to wake up by six itself in the morning, complete my daily routine and put myself into my office work until six months or so back. This change took in place only after my dad’s death. My life was completely different until that moment. In fact a part of me died after the death of my dad. I just cannot say how much I loved my dad. It is beyond words! Beyond expression! My dad also loved me that much. Even more than I loved and am still loving my dad. I really doubt whether any other dad can love his daughter as much as my dad did. Is there any surprise in it at all as I am the only child to my dad and I have lost my mother when I was just six months old?

My life may not be difficult this much if I am just rich and enjoying my life in the way I want. But the problem is, at this twenty six years of young age itself, I am the owner of Penkins Conglomerate under which there are six very profitable and successful companies which total turnover per year is nearly thirty six thousand crores and total profit per year is three thousand crores! My dad, Thomas Penkins, started business when he was twenty five years or so old along with his brother, Micheal Penkins, and he made it a super success and earned crores of rupees before he reached thirty. By the time he reached his thirty fifth year the companies he was running became six and the profits becoming accumulated tremendously. My dad himself intimidated considering the development he had got in the several business he started by the time he reached forty. Sometimes he faced setbacks but very easily he overcame them. By the time he reached his fifty five he became the most powerful and richest person in the world making the turnover of all his companies thirty six thousand crores per year and profits there from more than three thousand crores per year. The most worrying thing here for me is he made me the whole and sole heiress of whole of his properties!

The major setback to my dad which he faced very soon after he started the business was the death of his brother. Micheal Penkins, who completely financed my dad to start his business but the whole brain behind the businesses was my dad’s.  My aunt, Catherine, the wife of Micheal Penkins, who virtually became my mother after the death of my mom is still living with me along with her son Williams Penkins who is at present thirty years aged. After my dad the person I do love a lot is my aunt. I was in her hands when I got knowledge of myself. Until I have been told about my deceased mother, I thought my aunt was my mother. I must say I never have felt as a motherless child. I was and I am that much well looked after by my aunt. 

Williams has been given second preference by my aunt. For everything my aunt gave first preference to me and looked after my necessities first.

Dazzle is a small girl. You are a big boy. Dazzle needs more attention than you and you must understand this. whenever Williams got angry because of my aunt’s giving more and more preference to me, Catherine used to say.

Oh, Williams! I must say about Williams here. Even I have an own brother I would not have felt that much good with him.  Even Williams have his own sister he would not have treated her as much good as he is treating me and treated me till now. I am really very lucky that I got people like this in my life. God sure would have felt guilty after taking my mom like that at my very childhood itself and blessed me with good people like these.

I am still on the bed and still feeling dizzy. I just don’t want to get up and do anything. If I get up finished the routine thereafter I have to put myself in so many other dreary tasks also. One thing I don’t like in my life at all is becoming responsible for a conglomerate which consists six companies the total turnover of which is around thirty six thousand crores and the total profit per year is three thousand crores! It is not so I don’t like being rich. It is not so that I want to live a poor life. But this much of wealth is not necessary at all. Moreover I don’t like having this much big responsibilities. I feel shudder whenever I think more than one lakh people lives directly depended on me and I cannot say how many more indirectly. I like responsibilities but not in this massive way!

For one thing I always feel angry on Williams. Many a time I requested him to share the responsibilities with me. As it was his dad who helped my dad financially to start businesses, dad and I always felt Williams deserves a substantial portion in our wealth and assets. But he never has shown any interest. From the very beginning Williams is a very different guy. He did not concentrate much on education. We became aghast when we found that he was interested in shadow world. We tried a lot to change his mood to put him into normal life. But he did not.

You are going to be the only person who has to look after all our businesses dear. Dad often said this to me. I know this shall be hard on you. But don’t forget the number of people depended on us directly and indirectly for their livelihood. I simply nodded my head and remained silent then. I never have thought that dad would leave me like that. Dad also never would have thought that he had to leave me like that. Thoughts about dad are making me once again sad.

Reluctantly I got off from the bed and stretched myself to the full height. I am now looking myself in the full length mirror just opposite to me. I am considering my figure. In these six months itself there is drastic change in me. I became lean (and lose some weight also) but my face is shiny. If I take other people opinion also into consideration I am stunningly beautiful. I am slowly walking into the attached bathroom.

I started taking off one after one all the clothes from my body. I don’t know why but there is a sort of joy to me in becoming completely naked. My big breasts which are enormous in size jumped up as soon as they became freed. I still can remember the plate like chest of mine and my nipples were just like two grains on either side of it then. I really used to feel fear to see the big breasts on the chests of the women. I still can remember that on one day I pointed out my aunt’s big breasts to her and asked Are not you ever feeling heavy to carry them like that on your chest?

Why heavy? They are part of my body. She pinched my cheek with her fingers and said.

But that much big? Sure it is burdensome to have them like that.

You too do have them just like this or may be even more in size. Just wait and see. My aunt laughed loud and said.

The very idea of it frightened me then. I just could not imagine myself with that much big ball like things on my chest. But now see. Of course, my breasts are not out of proportion in size and they are just matching my height and width but big and demanding notice. Contrary to my childhood fear, I am feeling no inconvenience or burdensome with them.

My under-parts are revealing out one after one as I am taking off my jeans pant also along with the undergarments from my body.  Now I am completely naked and there is not even a shred of clothing on my body. There is a life-size mirror in my bathroom also and I started observing my nude body in that. It is gold in color and the places where my body always covered with clothes are indeed glistening. My round face, round nostrils, small but active eyes ....I remembered my mother’s photo in the album.

Your mother joined as an employee at your father. Your father loved her and later married her. Your mother was stunningly beautiful and glamorous. Might be that was the reason your father had fallen in love with her.

My aunt said to me on one day in the past. It really surprised me a lot. My dad never appeared to me as someone to fall for beauty. My dad always appeared shrewd, calculated and matured. But considering my mom, I am thinking that there is no surprise at all that my dad loved my mom. Anyone does easily fall prey to the beauty of my mom. However much my dad may be calculating, reserved, intelligent and shrewd, it is difficult to resist the pulling force of my mom’s luring beauty.

What is even more surprising to me is, not just considering about a second marriage, there is not even a feminine relationship in my dad’s life after my mom’s death. He remained single till his death six months back making only me and his business as whole of his life. He might have enjoyed bearing all this burden all these days but I cannot feel like that at all. I want to be free and I want to enjoy my life as a twenty six years old girl want to enjoy. Sometimes I feel envy considering all those girls who are younger or older to me enjoying their lives in the way I want. It would be good to me even atleast some of my responsibilities are shared by someone else.

Why don’t you come and look after the affairs in the office? You know you are also having rights equally to me in all these. I often say this to my brother Williams and he often irritates me with the same answer. You know my education is not much. I cannot understand any of those business things. Moreover I am not interested in any of these. I am enjoying my life and please don’t pull me into these.

If he is just not interested in these business matters there is no problem. But what he is really interested in.... making me feel scary.... On one day after listening to our conversation my aunt said.

That very thought made me also uneasy. Why and how he had got interest in those black magic, voodoo etc. I too cannot understand. But I feel a sort of uneasiness and uncomfortability even in thinking about them.

It is becoming difficult to me to control my wavering thoughts and I have to force my mind to the present task. Now I need to take a bath and I have to enjoy it as much as possible. Everyday I do spend considerable time in the bath room enjoying my bath. Anyone feels surprise to know that I enjoy bathing more than eating.

I turn on the shower and water started pouring on me in little torrents and is finding its way greedily in every cranny and crevice on my body. It appears water also became lusty towards my beautiful body and I am enjoying the lukewarm touch of it. The next step is I have to shampoo my hair and my favorite shampoo is just handy and I put a moderate measure of it in my right hand and anointed my head with it. My nostrils are catching the wonderful smell of it and my heart filled with even more wonderful feeling. I myself feel surprise that I can enjoy even this type of small and tiny things also. I spent, in fact I enjoyed, rubbing my hair with that shampoo and while it is washed away with the poured water on my head. After I became sure that I have cleared off the shampoo I looked at the soap there. Quite expensive and the best one! I took it into my hands and started rubbing my body with it while enjoying the glassy touch and jasmine smell of it. I have just completely immersed in my bathing ceremony enjoying it as usual without a care of the outside world.

Then I stopped suddenly. There is rubbing on my buttocks! Someone is rubbing my buttocks just like I did minutes before.  Am I rubbing at my buttocks again? Confusingly I looked at my hands. They are on my face as I am rubbing it now. How, how and why I am feeling like this? Or someone is really behind me and rubbing them? I hastily turned back only to find no one.

H ow you are feeling on this day dear?

My aunt’s soothing voice took me into this world again. I am at the dining table in my house while trying to put the first morsel of breakfast into my mouth. I looked into the face of my aunt. Her face is as usual charming, peaceful and with full of concern towards me. For a moment I really tempted to tell my aunt about my experience in the bathroom. But now I myself cannot believe that something like that happened to me in it. I don’t want to scare my aunt unnecessarily.

Just wonderful aunt. I said. In fact that there is nothing to me then to feel wonderful. However hard I try I just cannot make myself completely happy after my dad’s death. I never can forget my dad completely and I never can be the same again. I never can fully understand, agree and digest my dad’s death. He is not just a dad to me, a lot, lot, lot more than that. How you are feeling? I asked my aunt.

As usual dear. My aunt made a sad smile. I know that she understood in which way I am feeling at that moment. But you should understand the inevitabilities in life.

What is inevitable aunt? The death of my dad just at fifty five? There are lot many people who lived and are living even after ninety also. Why my father should die just at fifty five? Why it should be inevitable? against whom I am directing my anger, I felt surprise. Is it is against god? I cannot say. My feelings and beliefs regarding god are ambiguous. Then who is really responsible for my dad’s death?

Oh, dear, dear... my aunt came near to me and put her hand around my neck and kissed on my right cheek. It is not just to you but to me, to my son also a big loss. But we have to understand the unique ways of god. We never should question the deeds of god.  She slumped herself in the chair next to me.

I am not in a mood to question not just god but no one else either. I hissed out heavily and emptied my lungs. But I just cannot feel usual without my dad. I am feeling too much difficult to live without him.

\ No, please don’t say like that. My aunt hugged me tight. You must become your usual self even it demands the last drop of strength also in you. You should understand that lot many people depended on you. Their happiness depends on your happiness.

Please don’t remind me all about that now. Smoothly relieving myself from the hold of my aunt I said. Even more than the loss of my father, the burden I have to bear making me more uneasy and uncomfortable.

My aunt did not say anything and I understood she is in confusion. I continued eating my breakfast. In fact something that happened just before my father’s death making me even more and more uncomfortable and uneasy. Whenever I remember about that I am becoming scary, confused and bewildered.

I still can remember the agitation in my dad’s voice on that day. I never have heard him worried and excited like that. I was in America on a business program. Then on that day evening I received the phone call from my dad. Hello, dad. How do you do? After hearing my dad’s saying Dazzle I said.

When do you come to India?

Even before the usual and formal talk, the straight question from him! I surprised a little but said next week dad. After a little pause I said again You know about my trip. I don’t think that you expect me in before.....

Cannot you make it a little earlier? Cannot you come to India starting from there tomorrow itself? the anxiety was mounting in my dad’s voice.

I understood that there was something seriously wrong. I did not want to argue with my dad then. Very soon I have made up my mind and said. Alright dad. I do start from here on tomorrow itself and come there. After a pause I asked him. But why dad, why should I come this fast there?

There is some very important matter to discuss with you. I need to tell that to you as soon as possible. He was anxious no doubt. I did not think he was trying to cover that either.

Is there anything seriously wrong, dad? my heartbeat increased. Was anything happened either to my aunt or my cousin?

No Dazzle. Nothing like that. You don’t worry. But the assurance was not much in my dad’s voice. I did not know why but he was feeling too much worry for something.

Dad, you are trying to hide something from me, are not you? I asked him. Please tell me what happened? How is aunt, cousin and my friend Viola.... Then I suddenly remembered my friend Viola another important part in my life.

They are all safe and in fine fettle. Nothing like that you are assuming happened. Now there was irritation in my dad’s voice.

My dad and I were talking nervously. I was hearing my dad’s words but all the time there were only tension and anxiety in him. I could not understand what my dad wanted to say to me.

Then tell me dad, why you are worrying like this? Why do you want me that fast in India? unknowingly I also have become anxious.

I can discuss these matters only when we both are face to face and alone. So it is sure that you do start from there tomorrow itself to come here?

There is no necessity to doubt that at all. I start from here on tomorrow itself. I said reassuringly.

Then we do talk face to face. Don’t forget to start from there on tomorrow itself. I heard the clicking sound from other side and understood my dad put down the phone.

Quite unusual! Quite surprising! My dad never behaved in this way to me. Whenever my dad phoned to me it was never less than half an hour. He never put down the phone without saying the hundred one cares I need to take. But on that day!

I really felt very much eager to come to my dad and know about that. I just did not think anything else while I was on journey. I received the major shock as soon as I reached my home. My mind became numb and time stopped. I never have thought such a thing could happen in my life. My mouth dropped open and I just could not close my eyes. I remained staring at my dad’s dead body.

I told you if it comes for the second time there would be no third time. I heard the mumbling of our family doctor Nickerson who stood just behind me. Nothing was reaching my mind. Even in that bewildering, shocking stage also my mind pulling back the conversation I had with my dad.

I can discuss these matters only when we both are face to face and alone............. So it is sure that you do start from there tomorrow itself to come here?

There were lot many important things that my dad and I discussed. Many a time we have maintained secrecy while discussing as the matters were like that. But never I have heard my dad like that! Never in his whole life he was anxious like that!

The first person I have had a discussion on that was Dr.Nickerson. He was so close to our family and a great friend to my dad.

Surprising! What he really wanted to discuss with you? the bewildered doctor asked me.

I cannot have any hunch over that. In fact there are lot many issues that my dad and I have to discuss. But..... I paused for a moment before continuing. I never have heard my dad agitated like that. He is not a person to feel agitation and anxiety for small things. You too know about that.

Nickerson nodded his head in affirmation. Surely it must be something related to your businesses. Try to remember all the matters that you and your dad have to discuss. You may get an idea.

So, he did not say anything to you worth to be worried and agitated much? In fact my hope to get some light over the matter threw him died already. I understood my dad did not say anything related to that to Nickerson.

Even two days before his death also, we discussed for a considerable period of time. He paused for a moment before continuing. No, he did not say anything which was worrying and troubling him that much he wanted to discuss with you immediately.

I remained silent not knowing what to ask him more.

Did you go through your dad’s diary? he asked me again.

Already I did that. He updated his diary only upto one week before his death. I cannot get any clue from the diary either. I have despaired. There were other people also to enquire about that matter. But once my dad did not say anything about that to Nickerson himself, I could not hope he said anything about that to anyone else either. This Nickerson is that much intimate and good friend to my dad. They used to discuss very much intimated matters also in between themselves.

I am feeling very bad that he agitated for something like that before his death. Why did not he choose to say anything of that to me? my aunt shocked after hearing what I have said.

I remained silent. I did not know what to say to that. I myself could not know why my dad did not prefer to say anything about that even to his brother’s wife also. In fact he treated my aunt just like his own sister and they were so intimate with each other. 

Anyhow dear, please be careful. It may be something related to your safety.

Oh, Dazzle. Don’t worry too much about that. It surely something related to your businesses. When I have said the same to my close friend Viola, she said. 

After my dad one of the closest things to me is Viola. She is not just a friend, in fact a part of me. We knew each other from the moment we got knowledge about ourselves. We studied in the same school and in the same college until our graduation was over. I have to join in MBA keeping in view the vast businesses we have and Viola picked psychology in which she is interested from the beginning. In fact I am also very much interested in psychology not just because Viola interested in it but because psychology is indeed a very interesting thing to me also. But I have to force myself to study business administration not just because my dad wanted me to study it but because I also want to help my dad.

I never have heard my dad agitated like that. I said. It is appearing really very odd to me.

What about George? Viola suddenly said. It may be somehow related with George.

George? How dad would have become agitated like that by George? I was puzzled. George is the C.E.O. in our conglomerate. He manages and almost has grip on all over all the businesses we have. He joined in our organization when he was quite young. He has beautiful qualifications and he proved himself many a time. But on many an occasion my dad and he got differences in between themselves. Sometimes he really has become a headache to my dad. On one or two occasions George threatened to go out of our conglomerate but my dad did not let him go.

There was some reason in what Viola has said on that day. Now also I am thinking somehow this George might be the reason for my dad’s agitation. But I cannot convince myself so. George sometimes irritated my dad, but he never has any malafide intention, always he proved himself quite useful to us. In fact this George irritated me also on more than one occasion. Whenever we have an argument about our businesses in between us both, he always wins. I cannot deny his logic and reason but that irritates me even more. The thought that this man irritated my dad in the past is creating lot of anger in me on him. 

‘Oh, my God’ I am feeling terrible headache. I am having no migraine and this headache is only because of my over thinking. Why my dad agitated like that on that day and what was that much important thing that he wanted to discuss with me then, making me quite uneasy. Is there no way at all that I do know about that?

I suddenly lost my mood to go to the office and wanted to rest myself for some more time. While I am going into my bedroom Williams came across to me.

Would not you go to the office on this day?

I looked straight into his face. There is a sort of innocence in him. Despite having thirty years of age he would not bother about anything at all. He does not have any interest in the vast properties we are having. What benefit he really would have by spending his time with that black world I cannot understand.

I am feeling headache. I want to take rest for some more time. I don’t want to irritate but I cannot help being irritated. All these people left all the burden to me and they are enjoying their lives.

Headache? But why? his face turned into a question mark. 

I am having a head. That is the reason for my headache I think.

Williams laughed loud. You really do have good sense of humor.

Wil. All these businesses have become too much for me. Why should not you help me? I got irritation on myself. I asked him many a time before also. I know what would be the Williams answer to my question. But why I have asked him like that?

Williams hissed out heavily and said. Are you really thinking that I would be a help to you? I don’t have much education. I don’t know anything about these businesses. Instead of being helpful, I become a burden to you.

You are really very lucky brother. Without looking back I straight went into my bedroom again. I tossed myself onto the bed and closed my eyes forcing myself to sleep again. I learnt some techniques from Viola to put myself into sleep whenever I want but this time they don’t seem work for me at all. Thoughts are mercilessly invading me again.

Why I have felt the touch like that on my buttocks in the bathroom while bathing? I just cannot understand. It could not be my imagination at all. For a moment I thought I was really rubbing at that place with my hands and one thing that made me grasp it were not my hands was the roughness in it. I was completely nude and someone dared to rub my buttocks! Except my close relatives and friends, and that George,