Today Is The Day! (Part 3)

Chapter 3

 

Kirti had changed. The girl who once enjoyed meeting friends mostly stayed alone. Movies, lunches, bowling, painting and dance, she had given it all up. She had no sense of eating which led to her constant weight gain. Lethargy overtook her swift body language. She avoided functions and parties. She also refused to share her feelings with her family. Everything and everyone seemed to have blurred around her.

“Whatever it is that you are not sharing, just remember that it is in your hands to make your life better or worse. You have to act for yourself. Don't wait for time make things right for you” her best friend had once told.

Himansh started spending more time outside than at home. He'd go to the bar every night. Casual drinking became addiction. He lost his temper over petty things and rewarding her with different punishments pleased him now.

Kirti's bruises, burn marks and especially his fingerprints on her body worsened his insanity. At first she thought it was the alcohol, then she kind of got used to it but when she mustered the courage to defend herself, her body refused to assist.

She had decided to get fit. She thought if she became as attractive as she was before, his behaviour may change perhaps. Her brain did not want to help her frail body anymore and was working an alternate plan nonetheless.

She finished her exercise, rebounded to the present and was deep in thoughts. 

 

This was the man she had trusted. The man who had loved her, fought to be with her. The man she wished to live her 'happily ever after' with. But now she wasn't sure if this was the man she wanted to continue her life with.

The sound of water from inside the bathroom confirmed he was awake. She had to think on her feet and execute her plan with agility. She paid a short visit to the kitchen before entering the bedroom.

She picked the towel (he always forgot to take it), walked towards the bathroom hiding a big black unused knife behind her back. “Today is the day!” she thought.

She hung the towel on the steel handle and waited for the door to open. She held the knife horizontally, a few inches away from the door. She adjusted her feet tightening her grip on the knife, a stream of sweat trickling down her spine.

The door opened, Himansh stepped out and found her lying on the floor, knife in her hand, white foam oozing out of her mouth.

Soon, he heard many footsteps approaching. Two men held him while he knelt down staring at his dead wife. 

“Sir” said a third officer to their boss

“We found this on the dining table” showing a letter

“What do we have in it?” asked the superior

“Everything that the caller wanted us to know. We do not need more proof after capturing those” he said pointing at her bruises.

Himansh was upset that he couldn't enjoy inflicting pain on her anymore. 

“I could've helped you with an adventurous end, sweety” said his evil voice.

The four policemen walked out of the house, with the handcuffed Himansh walking right behind. His neighbours never got to see him again.

 

The End.

CHS