THE MORNING AFTER
The sun rays came slanting though the partings of the closed curtains and fell directly on the round face. Two tiny eyes were forced open and blinked thrice. Sneha sat up on her bed, her hair tousled, making her look all the more childlike. The bed sheet on the opposite side of the bed was half on the floor, all crumpled. Her eyes ran across the room searching for Raj. She could smell the faint scent of his Hugo Boss perfume in the air reminding her of the previous night which she spent in his arms. He still wears it, she smiled to herself. She rubbed her arms and crouched on the bed as she mused about the things that happened.
Raj has come back, finally. I knew he would. His guilt is
too strong for him. I will forgive him, like everytime. He thinks
too strong for him. I will forgive him, like everytime. He thinks
I don't know the real reason behind those nights he stays
away giving the excuse of late night office meetings.
Ah ...those red roses he brings for me every morning
he comes back from Richa's. He knows red roses are
my favourite. Making love to me every Saturday and
making me breakfast every morning is his
way of compensating for what he did. His scrambled eggs
are the best in the world, if only they changed everything he did.
He is probably doing the same again now, fixing me
breakfast and a cup of tea, with extra cream and less sugar,
exactly the way I love it. He knows every detail about me.
Does he knows everything about Richa as well?
Raj is good at picking up details and remembering them.
Too bad, it increases his guilt all the more.
Does he knows everything about Richa as well?
Raj is good at picking up details and remembering them.
Too bad, it increases his guilt all the more.
Sneha ran down the stairs to the dining room. Her eyes fell on the bunch of red roses on the tea table as a look of puzzlement crossed her face. Why are the flowers here today?, she wondered. Raj wasn't in the kitchen. She ran across to the patio looking for him.
"Goodbye my lover.
Goodbye my friend.
You have been the one.
You have been the one for me."
James Blunt's voice blasted at full volume. "I've to change that ringtone, how I hate it!! It has always been Raj's favourite. He must have changed it after I slept off last night" , she talked to herself as she came to get the phone.
"Hello. Is this Mr. Rajesh Malhotra's residence? " the voice came from the other side.
"Yes, I am his wife, Sneha"
"We are very sorry to inform you that we found your husband's body in his car. We also found another lady's body in the car along with your husband's, but we couldn't identify it. The accident took place yesterday evening and both died on the spot. We need you or somebody from the family to come down to Colaba police station to identify them."
"How is it even..."
The words froze in her mouth as Sneha looked across to the tea table which was empty except for a few drops of water in the place where she saw the red roses a few minutes back.
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The phone slipped from her grip and fell on the floor with a thud.
~The End~
This was my first attempt at a short story. Do let me know your thoughts :)