picture of woman seema killed by aashu in delhi on september 22, 2019? ಗೆ ಚಿತ್ರದ ಫಲಿತಾಂಶ


__when love turns into hate

By Neel Anil Panicker

Ashu stared at his wife, at her lifeless body, at her blood soaked face, and at the couch on which she lay, a pool of blood forming a watery graveyard of the bedroom.

He then picked up his phone; stabbed a few keys.

A voice came alive on the other end.

“I have killed her. You can take her body home”.

His voice, when he uttered the words were surprisingly very cool.

Stunned silence followed.

Ashu slammed the phone shut, slumped onto the chair, and closed his eyes.

Suddenly, he felt light. As if he were a leaf, or a feather, light and free, floating in the air.

He closed his eyes and all he could hear was his breathing____deep and even.

Unlike what it was until two minutes ago.

He sank deep into the leather chair.

His mind slided into the past.

To a June Monday morning five years ago. There he was____at the Trilokpuri Metro Station. The train was delayed. The Monday morning office goers were getting restless. A few had even started to lash out angrily, venting their ire against the lackadaisical public services.

Some even started to walk away.

He too had looked at his watch. He was getting late. Maybe, he should take a three wheeler.

“Are you going to the City Centre. If so, can we share an auto? That way we can split the fare?”

He had looked up to see a girl smiling, her teeth shone sparkling white. They reminded him of a TV ad for a very popular toothpaste brand.

Their eyes met. He smiled. She was beautiful, more like pretty___sparkling jet black eyes that framed an almond shaped face that radiated a youthful effervescence.

At that instant something happened to him.

He hesitated for only a nano second, before nodding his head.

As the vehicle hit the road with the two, little did he knew that the girl he had fallen in love with at first sight was taking him for the ride of his life.

The knocking to the door was insistent.

“Ashu, open the door. The police have come”.

The landlord’s shrill voice was piercing his eyes.

It brought him out of his reverie.

Slowly, he rubbed his eyes, and opened them.

From a mere two away, Seema’s ___those very same black button eyes he had once so hopelessly fallen in love with___stared at him.

This time there was no sparkle in them.

They had turned into stone.

He had smashed the lights out of them.

Ashu got up and walked towards the door.

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