I killed him. I didn't wake up one day wanting to murder someone. That's the last thing I would want to do. But a few days ago, Guru told me that Rajiv has photographs of my nephew, Sudhish. It was a proof that he was involved in the recent shoplifting crime that happened in the town. So far it was a seen as a rumour by our small town. That had already caused a huge embarrassment. Now with a real proof, my career would be gone! My name will be ruined forever. Forget elections, I wouldn't be even able to live in this town! My campaign. My career. Everything I had worked for... all in drain because of one idiot nephew.

Rajiv only pretended to be a relaxed old man. Those who know him, know that he's such a stalker and always pokes nose in others' businesses. He fakes to help you, then tries to take interest higher than a bank! He will do anything to earn more money. I hate him. I knew for sure he will try to blackmail me or release the images in the public. There was no alternative. Quiet, calculated, and cruel. He knew I was running for treasury head, and he knew exactly what I stood to lose.

So I acted. I called my nephew. Through people he knew, poison was arranged. I went to the bookstore that day to leave my election flyers, nothing more. Or so it looked.

I didn’t plan for things to be so easy. Rajiv was busy near the shelves, talking to Guru. The counter was empty. His tea flask was right there, within reach. I didn’t hesitate. I poured the poison in and placed my flyers beside it, so it would look like I had only moved the flask to make space. I wanted to take away the photos too, but I couldn't find them. I couldn't risk being find out, so I went away quickly.

When Rajiv drank from it, it was already done.

Do I feel bad? I feel angry. Angry that he thought he could threaten me. Angry that he forced my hand. I was protecting my future. My reputation. My life.

If I had to choose again, I would do the same.