A story

The world was lost around her as she walked the road enclosed in the colour of night. A lone figure with open hair dangling till her waist covered the moon face of Soumya. She was determined this time, to not turn back from the freedom she so longed from this dreaded life. Rudra left her for another woman in his office and life did not bless her with the love of children. After Amma died, she was heartbroken and empty inside. Job was never an option thanks to a congenital heart condition since birth. She knew her husband wanted to murder her so that he acquires the Bandra flat under her name. That truck accident was not merely a coincidence. She knew the man behind the wheels. It was an acquaintance of Rudra. Rudra's disappointment in seeing her survive the accident was clearly visible in his eyes. “So why should I live?” Soumya told herself. The rat poison did not do its job that day but today jumping from the bridge will definitely work. Suddenly Soumya sees a dagger in front of her. A brawny man holding it. The steely dagger glistening in the light of the street lamppost. “So Rudra wont even let me die on my own terms. “How desperate can someone be to see a person's end?” she thought aloud.