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This morning The maid left without informing her so she was busy whole day. finally, she got some time for her. She made herself some coffee , poured it into her biggest cup and sat at her favorite corner, the desk . Where beautiful pics of her memorable honeymoon had enchroched most of the space. From the desk drawer she took out her diary and started writing a poem.
She often,
tries to lift the vail of darkness,
in the night,
She wants to see,
if this darkness is anyway
less or more darker,
than the darkness of souls,
which is prevailing,
all around her
to steal her chunks of happiness.
She often,
tries to slip into the morning,
though she's forced to sleep,
To see the despair
in the name of reality.
Where it seems
the truth has held hostage
with the havocs of doubt.
She often,
wants to scream for help,
while seeing her innocent dreams Of love and respect,
sinking in
the quick sands
Of....
She wanted to end this poem in some hope but as her husband's car stopped at the
Gate, she tore , crush newly inked pages And chewed them all.
she quickly combed her hair , put lipstick , sprayed perfume , looked into the mirror,selected the perfect welcoming smile and quickly rushed to open the door.
"What..? are you going somewhere?"he asked.
"No..no, just happy to see you so early."stretching smile on her lips.
"O please ...Just don't you dare taunt me ..ever!"
He pushed her aside and sprung his shoes off.He picked something behind the sofa . Folding his sleeves , he gnawed his teeth and yelled at her "who was here.. ? You bitch!"
"None..no one ..i swear on god" she started shivering with fear.She knew what is about to happen.
"Bullshit...dont fool me ..you filth ...what's this?", he showed her the thing and gave her a tight slap and kicked her hard. She fell and looked at him with teary eyes. "It's yours..." She said.
He was holding his burnt cigarette butt which he used last night after he cheated on her with young house maid.
"useless lady ,can't even clean the house." He smirked.
