Originally posted by: StarshineHues
Red
Red had always been their color.
(The color of their love.)
The color of her bridal attire, when she married him.
(The first time around.)
The color of the sindoor that he filled in her maang.
(Again and again and again.)
The color of the dress that she wore that New Year's Eve when it all began.
(Oh mera bachcha, it began long before that...he would laugh into her ear before biting down on it gently.)
The color of her blood, when the knife had pressed into her throat.
The color of his blood (his love), when the same knife slashed his palm.
(Written in blood, she always thought.)
The color of her mouth.
(When he first kissed her.)
The color staining the sheets.
(When he first pressed into her.)
The color staining his shirt.
(After the car hit him.)
The color of the shroud.
(Covering his ashes.)
The color of the blood staining her thighs, the sheets, everything.
(So much of their blood...when she lost their baby.)
Written in blood indeed.
He loved to see her draped in red, he always said.
(The knife did not disappoint.)
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