The quill trophy

The audience was surely impressed. The standing ovation that longed more than the normal few moments revealed how much they loved his words. The award winning author Madhav smiled to himself as he was ushered to the dais. This day was something unusual. He always was keen on avoiding interviews and very politely declined to chair any such functions. More or less he found them an intrusion midst a life he was comfortable leading undercover, known by none. Surely he would have turned down this invitation too, but he conceded to attend this particular award function for a reason. For her. He knew She would love it. And how better could be a birthday gift for her than this beautiful "Quill" Trophy!

A moment of silence took over as the prodigy walked over to the mic. After all, they desperately wanted to hear their favorite author speak! Though a debutant, the appreciation earned made him quite popular and his work was even rated as one of the finest crime fiction of the decade. Finally he spoke. And his words once again conquered many a hearts! His words brimmed with love for his wife and the world "aaaww"-ed at the husband's heart.

And he went on to talk about his "child", his novel. He felt an air of palpating speculation rising around when he called himself a liar. Yes, he said. Lies was what made up his work. Else how could he just frame a crime fiction! Well that pun was taken to hearts, at least the short laughs told him so. The protagonist who loved his wife rather too much, decides that he wants her to himself. This brews quarrels and arguments to which the solution he finds seems unbelievable to the sane society. He believes that silencing her forever would make her his! He executes the murder of his beloved. He preserves her corpse and what follows is a brilliant manipulation that makes the world eventually forget her. And the crime remains undercover. This is what forms the gist of his tale, he explained. He hoped, never such disordered minds exist  and so he said concluding his - what the media called magical - speech. 
Liar I am, he said to himself once again, but none just heard! 

Away from the glitz of the night he drove back home, to his beloved. He beamed as he held the "Quill" trophy, showing it off to her - pickled in alcohol, away from the vulture eye of the world. She was all his!