Dazed and broken, she sat there in the darken bedroom. The party was still going strong downstairs. She can hear the music and laughter. But here she was. In a small corner by the large window.
How had her life turned out like this ?
All she ever wanted was to live a simple life. A loving husband, two naughty kids. Her own family.
Where had she gone wrong ?
Was it her fault that she love so selflessly ? Was it her fault that she believed all the manipulation shoved down her throat ? Was it her fault that the decisions she took thinking she was right turned out so so wrong ?
Bappa, why is this happening to me ?
Once in love, she was asked to marry a murderer. And now in love again, she was asked to become a murderer.
How had her life come to this moment ?
Her tears had dried and she had no strength left. She gripped her Mangalsutra. Was this what her future would look like ? Having to prove her love time and time again. Having to pay the price for sins that she didn’t even commit.
Looking out at the full moon, she again thought to herself.
How had it all come to this ?
She took a deep breath and decided. She felt something break in her. She prayed to her Bappa, she asked for His forgiveness. She just doesn’t have the strength to go through this anymore. This house has become her personal hell from the first moment she stepped foot in it.
It was time to end this. Once and for all.
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