By Neel Anil Panicker (175 words)
“I know that you know that we are meant for each other.”
From across the table she smiled awkwardly, not knowing what else to do.
Her eyes gazed around at the cheap restaurant tucked in a dirty nondescript bylane far removed from her gated sanitized high society environs, a place so exclusive that servers at her palatial bungalow wore eight-buttoned suits while serving cross continental gastronomic delights.
Her friends were right, and so was her mother.
This young man smiling at her through betel chewed yellowing teeth, who sported a ghastly knife scar that ran all over his left chin, and who had no manners and zero education was not her in her league, nowhere near her class.
And what had she? With barely a year to go before she graduated and turned heiress to a billion dollar oil business, the world was her oyster.
Except…that she could go to jail. For murder, for killing her stepfather, albeit with a little help from her boyfriend.
Raising her glass, she replied, ‘Till death do us apart”.
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