Wedlock

I have always looked at him as a successful person. I prayed every day, every minute per second for his success. He constantly made me proud of what he did for me from the very day we met. He showed his gratitude towards our relationship and showered his love. I cherished the moments of being with him. He became successful. I was thinking of myself as a fortunate woman to have such a nice person in my life. And then suddenly the mirror of my disguise shattered. The devil that was sleeping beneath his charm came back from hibernation. 

-'Nitya I am sorry, I have to leave you, my love.'

-' No! Rohit please no. How could you do this to me, I love you so much.' 

- Sorry my love it is the only way to get rid of you. I have already passed so many years with you. Do you know how exhausted I am now? Why? Because I have played nice enough with you. I am so bored being nice. I feel like puking when I see you around with this shitty face of yours. '

- 'Rohit! You are shameful. I have never seen this side of yours before. I could have made a mistake but now I will not spare you. You are a rascal. 

-Oh really Nitya? So what you're going to do now? 

- You want to see it? 

-Very much.

Miss Nitya, are you alright? What happened then? I tried to shake her up twice, she was in her dementia. She suddenly shouted out, I slit Rohit's throat with a knife. To my astonishment, she stood and behaved insanely as if she was possessed by some demon. I calmed down my mind and asked her, why did you do this to him? She gave a glance at me and grinned then came towards me. She whispered in my ears, 'you never know.'