She was standing near a window of her apartment, a window with a flower pot having lily flowers placed on right corner of the window. Her eyes were shining, but for the first time, it wasn’t beauty and confidence, which was shining, rather it was sign of guilt.
Her white nighty was wrinkled, coming out of her left shoulder. Scratches and wounds were deep and red. Her chest had a big red scar, like morning sun shining on her smooth skin. But somehow her beauty was not catching your eyes; it was her tears, continuously coming out of her hazel eyes. Her right hand was writing something on the wall with red colour, while her left hand was loosely holding kitchen knife dipped in red colour of blood.
She was staring at the white car parked right below her apartment on 5th floor. In a matter of seconds, she climbed window and jumped out of it.
While falling down her last night was right in front of her eyes.
She is waiting for her husband, its almost 11 PM. she is wearing her white satin nighty which Arjun gifted her few months back. She cooked Mexican food for the special day. She is murmuring while checking everything is perfect, “Arjun will be thinking I am out for Anita’s, my best friend's, mehndi ceremony. But how can i leave my sweetu on our first wedding anniversary?”
And Riya heard someone on the door…
“Arjun will be so happy to see me”, she murmured again
And the door opens, Riya is waiting with both arms wide open to embrace her lovingly husband, and....
To be continued...
© Ravi Khurana
