• Published : 18 Apr, 2014
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The aura seems displeasing. Untimely showers have always been a source of smile to me. But today, I sense something unpleasant. My sixth sense is continuously signaling me about the forthcoming terror. I brush away the bizarre thoughts and head towards my bedroom. It's fifteen minutes past twelve already and there's no sign of Sudeep. Maybe he'll be late today too.

I dial his number, the call goes unanswered. I toss my phone aside and lie down on the bed. My phone rings. I see Sudeep's name flashing on my cell screen. I receive the call, he informs me that he'll be late. I nod and disconnect. The doorbell rings. 

''Who could it be? At this point of time?'' A pang of fear crosses my heart. It skips a beat. I gather my already corroded courage and stroll towards the door. 

I open the door a bit and peep. I feel safe, the security chain makes me feel so. I scrutinize the person, he is dressed in black-a tuxedo may be. I find him unusual. I feel unpleasant in his presence. I don't know why.

''Yes?'' The person turns and faces me. A chill runs down my spine, I stand numbed to the floor. It's him. But how is this possible? I remember I killed him, we killed him. It's been a month. I must be dreaming.

I pinch myself. The scene remains unchanged. He is grinning, a wicked grin. I slam the door but he retaliates. He pushes it back and the security chain breaks. He enters. He nears, the grin becomes wider. I shiver, I shudder, I tumble and fall down. I wish to scream but my voice lies choked at the back of my throat. 

''Are you shocked, baby?'' His voice heavy and husky. His appearance changes. Eyes-red and gory. Bruises on the face. Cut marks and bullet marks over his chest, visible through his stained shirt.

I get up and run inside. I lock my bedroom and sit curled up in a corner closing all the windows. Just then I feel his presence, he is here again. I shut my eyes close and pray, if at all prayers would work.

 I feel a stinging pain near my stomach and wake up screaming and sweating. There's no one around. I look around, he is nowhere. I gasp and sigh. I gulp down a glass of water thinking about my dead husband and how I had murdered him along with my secret lover. It's been a month, no one ever knew what happened. A suicide- that's what everyone thought.

I smile and prepare to sleep.

 ''Thank God, It was a dream.''

Just then my doorbell rings. My eyes widen, I clutch my sheet. It's raining, the clock shows fifteen minutes past twelve. I panic. The doorbell rings again.

I feel my worst nightmare turning into reality.
 

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