By Neel Anil Panicker

I feel like divorcing him; always felt so, more so of late; ever since I discovered a red lipstick smudge on his short collar.

So, what did I do_ did I confront him, walk upto him and shoved the prohibitive tell tale sly blue shirt on his face and scream, “Who the fuck is this bitch you are having an affair with”?

Did I wait for his absolutely stupefied reaction to my early Sunday morning harangue, or did I just stomped my feet, turned around, and walked out of the room, out of the house, out of his life vowing never ever to live life as Mrs Maya Malhotra?

Naah_nope_ no, I did nothing of that sort.

Instead, I stepped into the storage room, rifled through the attic, found the Glock pistol that I knew Mahesh had stashed some years ago, and walked back with the intention of killing my unfaithful husband.

I was on the verge of stepping in and pulling the trigger and ending his wretched existence when better sense prevailed when I remembered that more than hating Mahesh enough to put a bullet through his head, I loved his money_his fantabulous eight figure salary that drops into our joint account come the 7th of every month.

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