NO SMOKE WITHOUT FIRE
By Neel Anil Panicker
Simran watched his monstrous frame as it slithered out of the cave, and thereafter, just before he disappeared, the words__tumbling out of a mouth, decidedly evil, and delivered with an edge, that she had by now come to fear and that which left her in a dreadful fright every time he muttered as much as a single syllabic sound.
‘I will be back, soon’, Raj had said, the words, a threat, delivered in that gruffy, alcohol scarred voice of his, scary enough to send cold waves of fear down her spine.
Three weeks: three torturous weeks was all it had taken for Sofia’s world to come crashing down on her; for her to come to the horrific realisation that the man she had wed, much against her mother’s wishes, was a wolf in sheep’s clothing, a diabolic monster who got his thrills by living out his morbid fantasies on her.
As she sat there, crouched on all fours, shrivelled like a worm desperately trying to protect herself against the impending danger, her fingers, long gone numb with wintry cold, her slender legs andf feet entwined and attaching itself to her ribs, blood draining out of her body faster than sand slipping out of ones’ hands. She opened her mouth to a V and inhaled but nothing enterd her lungs.
There was no air.
She turned her eyes up and felt the roof of the cave coming down on her. She let out a scream which died, still born.
She was fast losing out in the battle against death.
And then she first, smelled __a smoke, and then, saw__a dim light, at the end of the tunnel.
She held her breath as the maze lifted and a face came alive at the mouth of the cave.
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