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Gauri, a young village girl holding firm views about morals a...
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The earlier fear subsidized and perplexity took its place.
Low sobs escaped her tongue and soon, she started to wail in anguish while rubbing the blood stains from the white floor. She vigorously does the exercise until her shoulders turn sore and her breaths labored.
"Oh, God! What is happening here?"
Gauri asked no one as she wipes her tears with the sleeve of her robe before returning to the process of removing the proof. 'This blood isn't entirely his.' Screams of her conscience tried to reason but she couldn't shake off the dread filtering through her pores. Her body shuddered in repulsion remembering the gore stuck in his sharp claws. Gauri cried in disdain. What was she doing? She should have run to the hills, call for help, and alerted everyone in the Fort about the animal invasion, yet her heart didn't let her move. She was a prisoner of her mind and body.
There's a possibility that it was the same monster behind Rekha's murder and many more in the forest. Yet, she failed to collect her rationality and call for help. Gauri thought she was brave but tonight, the illusion shattered. The dirt and blood soil her garments and she carries the weight of someone else's sin on her soul. Checking her work, she sighs in relief when found nothing out of blue, but that relief snapped when reality punches her in the gut.
This wasn't a dream but a brutal truth.
A monster was waiting inside her bathroom while she was busy cleaning the marks of his sin to hide the truth from probing eyes.
After what felt like an eternity, when her wrists turned sore, she numbly enters her room and slid on the ground feeling lifeless. The bloody rag slips from her grip and she lays on her side on the carpet.
Suddenly, the door to the bathroom opened and a stark-naked man steps out on trembling legs. What an absolutely stunning, murderous creature!
Another shock grabs her bones and she sits with a jolt. Her hands cover her mouth and wide eyes examine the specimen in the front in bewilderment. Water droplets were glistening on his entire frame. His wet hair was curtaining his eyes and dark hair covered his broad chest, leaving a trail down south.
The man whom she married two weeks ago, digs his fingers into the open wound on his shoulder and biting his lips, pulls out a bloody bullet. Tossing it behind his back, he stumbles towards her bed and falls on the soft mattress with a heavy sigh. In a matter of seconds, his snores pierce the silence and she cups her forehead feeling devastated. Her limbs buckle towards the bathroom and she found the tub filled with dirty water. Quickly draining the water, she washes the tub and takes the job of cleaning the bathroom. Anything that wouldn't let her sanity go astray.
'What is he?'
'A werewolf!'
Gauri scoffed at the absurdity and found the bullet which was embedded deeply in his shoulder a few moments ago. She examined it closely before washing it under warm water. Clenching it in her fist, she opens the bathroom cabinet and drops it in the first aid box. Washing her face, she pats it dry and discards the dirty robe in the laundry. Since it was white, the stains would never come off. She had to burn it along with the bedsheets and the rag.
