His Widow

Aasha....A young girl who gave dreams in her life..... An epitome of beauty....Her gracefulness cooing in her silence.....Daydreaming about being a dancer...... But suddenly was dragged back to the reality....The small chirpings were heard at how beautiful she is. The ladies in the room admired the BRIDE. Yes, a bride. She sat in the chair like a sculptured statue as her eyes looked aimlessly at nothing in particular which looked almost lifeless. From head to toe. She looked drop-dead gorgeous. The beauticians behind her took continuous glances at her filling their eyes content with her beauty. One of them had her mouth closed looking at the bride as she leaned to her side and chirped how beautiful she is and the other lady nodded in approval looking at her image in the mirror. The other lady walked forward and bent down to the bride's level and opened the red lipstick. She was about to apply it when her gaze fell on her face. Her hand stopped in mid-air as she gazed at t

That day was the day when I got to know that she is his lover and they still allowed her to cry on his chest when I was married to him and I was even made into a widow. The more I'm getting to know them the more I'm feeling scared of them. They are being unusually different. They are siding with his affair rather than a legal relationship. What am I even married into and what kind of in-laws I got myself for? I was right there dressed in white for my dead husband like a widow while she get to cry like his wife and lover. They were pitying her rather than me where I have to forever stay in this house like their daughter-in-law and his widow while she gets to live freely and independently. Everything was taken away from me. With the marriage, I lost my dance. With him, I lost my color. (Widows are supposed to wear only white and do not celebrate any festival and no sweets, in an olden era or in conservative homes which are rare at present.) I have nothing with me yet she was the one t

"Mam. It is the police. They are coming in".A visible confusion of threads appeared on their face as they looked at him and wondered why they had come. In the meantime, Samira asked her mother if she filed any complaint against him but she said no. A flicker of doubt raised in her thinking if this as well connected to him which could bring them to the footpath and his confidence screaming in him made Yamini gulp down her tension.Yamini looked at him and their eyes met and his eyes showed what she was lying about. They taunted her about her past and crimes."Remember what you did to us? You'll pay for every f*cking thing. Every action and death will be paid off with the right amount. And I'll watch you drowning in your karma".Her eyes remained wide with shock and gulped down listening to his words. She is regretting that he left him alive and unturned. She didn't know that small kid would come back to take revenge in greater turns.Soon the police came into the picture along with ha

"This is my house Mrs.Gupta. And i would do what i desire. But I'll let you know. The interior of this house is going to change to a lot extent that you can't remind your own old home"." You aren't doing anything like that".Saying that she pointed her finger at him. His eyes dropped at her finger as he glared at it and then snapped his eyes at her. His jaw twitched a little as his eyes glared at her ferociously."Mind your finger good old lady. Or i will chop it off"."You are the same still. You dare to disrespect me such way. No wonder a bastard like you have such low manners. You are a useless and bastard of waste seed. After all it is an upbringing of your mother isn----A slap echoed around the hall that startled workers as they stopped doing well their work and looked at her.Aasha gasped as she ran to her mother in law but Samira was quick to back her mother. Meera just stood there with her hand on the mouth after looking at the scenario while Aasha looked at him in disbelief

Rinsing her mouth roughly with water she split them out wiping her mouth. Again rubbing her lips with water and then again rinsing her mouth, splitting it out she continued the cycle. This time she put her fingers in her mouth deep down to her throat and tried to vomit anything possible that could remove the feeling of dirty nauseousness.The only that came out of her throat was water and after vomiting out the water three times she rinsed her mouth thoroughly. Satisfied to some extent she dried her mouth and stepped out of the bedroom.Straight to her to the opposite side, the mirror reflected her image as her eyes fell on her mouth which was red all over the surrounding of her lips. Her fingers gently caressed the red part and felt a little painful. She touched her lips and her lips texture became a little rough and paddy due to continuous rinsing with water. The scenario again occurred in her mind as she rubbed her lips roughly with the back of her hand and again tears began to run