Suman was in love with Harshita. Both had immense love and affection. Suman's every dream was for Harshita. But Harshita had no family. She was in an orphanage. But she had peerless beauty. She was in possession of innumerable virtues which had attracted the attention of Suman. He wanted to marry her despite rampant oppositions on behalf of his family. A day came when he had to cut off all the relationships with his family to marry Harshita. Finally they got married. They had to lead a secluded life. Days passed away. Romance and love made their life the happiest one.
Harshita had a beautiful face as that was congregating all the beauties of the world. Suman was enjoying her beauty each moment. They had no sorrow no affliction. His each and every moment was dedicated for her. He was working in a company. With his income he was leading a happy life. With the tides of time their relationship was getting consolidated. After long struggle and strife she was rejoicing her life. She had commenced understanding the new aspects of life. Suman was also in a new world after a long battle.
Once they were travelling to their dream place by their four wheeler. Harshita was so much happy. She was enjoying the natural beauty outside. She was telling so many things hugging Suman. Suman was also extremely glad as he was going to fulfill the long awaited dream of his wife. But suddenly everything changed. Everything took a new turn. He met with an accident. His car was completely damaged. Harshita was bleeding profusely. He was severely injured and became senseless.
When he opened his eyes he found himself in a hospital. Doctors were whispering she was dead. She was no more. Suman suddenly opened his eyes and he searched Harshita as a mad from one cabin to another. In the postmortem room Harshita was lying on bed silently.
Her vermilion was dazzling on her forehead. Her face was glimmering with unprecedented beauty. Suman went there silently and shook her. She did not wake up. He gently rub the dusts from her face and kissed her so softly. He was behaving as a mad as he had lost his mental balance. Then he stealthily raised her in his arm and started to run. Because he had fear that they will burn her. He was carrying Harshita so carefully as she was alive. He was kissing her frequently. There was no word from her. She was silent. After running some distance when he felt that no one could take his wife from him he took rest under a tree. His wounds were burning but he had no care. He laid his wife on his lap and slept down.
Next morning when he was walking on the road carrying his dead wife, one of his friends noticed him. He ran towards him and said, " Suman where are you going? What had happened to Harshita? Is there any problem? Suman indicated him to remain silent telling that she was sleeping. His friend Kunal could not understand anything. He shook Harshita and came to know her breathing had stopped and she was no more. He told Suman that she had died. Suman suddenly slapped him and rebuked him. He said to Kunall not to disturb her. Kunal was so much worried when he came to know Suman had lost his mental balance. He took them to the hospital. Suman was never leaving Harshita.
After a little treatment Suman became normal and from Kunal he came to know that Harshita had died. Suman wept piteously. His crying was unstoppable. A foul smell was coming out of Harshita's dead body. Without any delay, they buried her in the graveyard and Suman went to his home. There was massive silence. Every moment there was the echo of Harshit's calling. Suman again cried with frustration and hopelessness.
Suddenly he stabbed him with a knife and finished his life as he thought if his was not there he had no right to live. An incomplete love finished within a nano second.