Started at: If only she could understand this-Part 1

Contd from: Some truths have no business to be revealed-Part 15

“How much money do you need to shut this case officer?” he replied still maintaining bland tone.


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The silence in the house formed a warm blanket. And Devyani was quietly reading another novel gifted by Azhar.

She turned the pages back to the first one. There he had written a message for her, like always.

“For those days when you don’t feel like talking to me. And wonder why you choose to continue despite all the differences, read a few lines off this and remember me.


Azhar.”

“Devyani, can you please get the sprinkler from the table?” her mother called out from the kitchen.

She rose from the couch with a jerk. Her light steps disturbed the blanket of quietness in the air. And she could almost feel the heat of resentment rise in her heart.

She could have easily walked out of the kitchen and picked it up herself? But no, they get some pleasure in disturbing my peace? And then they say Azhar is a bad influence?

She quickly approached the dining table. There on the far right was the red and white salt sprinkler. She picked up in one swift swipe and began walking briskly again.

She suddenly stopped in her steps and turned back. She saw the postcard kept underneath. The same flowers with a simple line and a rush of signature.

“Happy birthday, ma,” she spoke softly while entering the kitchen.

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“Happy birthday Rajlakshmi,” his soft words worked like magic on her. They found way to the deepest, warmest part of her heart in there. 

She blushed and smiled. Holding hands together, he would take her to a far way place. And make sweet love. This was probably one of the few times when guilt never took toll on her. She felt she deserved to be happy just for one day in her life.

Walking back home, she would have a song on her lips. She would reel under the love of another man, not bounded by customs or society but only by plain and simple love.

“Where have you been all this while?” and at home, her husband would spin her back to reality.

She would remain silent, not even raising her head to meet the sharp, piercing eyes. Afraid her pain and infidelity would get conveyed in that one second.

And breaking the moment would be her daughter, rushing to hug her from behind.

“Happy birthday, ma,” she would speak in her baby voice.


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Sararwat looked at the office calender. Of course he remembered the day. 22nd June.
It was also the day he had found out about the other man in her life. How could he ever forget?

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And this time again, I am taking part in the thirty day writing challenge UBC. I have completed the challenge successfully twice before. Once in July and another time in October. Both these times I wrote a thirty-part running story and even released them as novellas. You can download them from The Other Side of Human love and The Unsent Life
And with me my fellow bloggers are also participating in the festival, I would love it if you could go around and provide them much needed motivation too. Trust me we all thrive on it. 
Shilpa                                           
Kajal                                  
Suzy                                           
Jairam  
Sheethal                                      
Kathy                                                      
If you are also taking part in UBC then please do leave your blog link in the comments.

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