He came home feeling exhausted, as if someone extracted vim and vigour out of his youthful enthusiasm.
“How long would I be able to hide her?” his mind whispered.
His profound thought bubble ruptured as soon as he heard her voice! He moved silently towards the bathroom and began to peep through the door gap.
There she was, lying on the floor. Struggling all by herself to save her weary half body.
She saw him having a peek at her, and just then she shouted, “How could you do this to someone? You have no rights to treat me like this!”
Her voice expressed lividness just like her bruised half body.
“I bought you. I can use you, cut you,” he replied.
She looked at him with wrath as he blabbered.
“I can smell you, touch you.” He continued to speak as he moved towards her.
She looked away from his disgust.
“Save me, I’ll melt in you, or crush me and kill me,” she begged.
He twisted the tap knob and left the premises.
The water came gushing out, touching her body. She started to dissolve into the speeding water and she moved out swiftly through the floor drain.
Her smell was hard to diminish, just like she said.
Rosie Soap, with extra rose petal fragrance.
I am commonly known as the woman with a quill. Who lives in the paradise of tales. Inhaling imaginations. Creativity is what I exhale.
I am a writer by passion and a brand strategist by choice. Successfully striking a balance between sipping wine and deadlines! I’m based out of Mumbai, commonly known as the “city of dreams.” Thereby, living the dream of bringing all my ideas into words and finally converting them into realities.
Writing has always been my serious passion. Be it for brands or just a casual fictional write up for open mics across Mumbai’s storytelling and poetry communities.
Want to know more about my life? Here’s me Instagram handle – @the_sinskaari Happy sneak peak!