The vivid reds in wedding symbols of celebration , Happiness and Joy . But what will happen if the same red colour change into the colour of blood betrayal and the symphony of despair.
Meera sweet little innocent girl end up being the pawn in the d...
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The ambulance sped through the chaotic streets, its siren a haunting melody of urgency. I sat in the corner, clutching Ira's tiny hand, my own trembling fingers stroking hers as if my touch could will her back to me. Her face was pale, her breathing shallow, and the crimson stain on her dress was a brutal reminder of how fragile her life was.
"Please, Ira," I whispered, my voice breaking. "Don't leave me. Just hold on."
The paramedics worked tirelessly, their instructions sharp and precise, but my world was a blur. Every moment stretched endlessly as if time itself had slowed to mock me.
When we arrived at the hospital, I followed them as they wheeled Ira toward the operation theatre. My steps were shaky, my mind clouded with panic and despair. I stopped at the OT door, watching as the nurses and doctors took her away. The doors swung shut with a cold finality, and I was left standing in the sterile hallway, frozen and numb. And then, like a ghost from my past, her words came back to me.
"Tu ek manhoos hai, Meera. Jahan jaati hai, wahan barbaadi hoti hai." (You are a curse, Meera. Wherever you go, destruction follows.)
My stepmother's venomous voice echoed in my ears, louder and clearer than ever. Each word cut through me, leaving wounds I thought had healed long ago. My knees buckled, and I leaned against the wall for support, clutching my chest as if I could physically pull her words out of me.
It was my fault.
Ira was lying on that cold hospital bed because of me. If I hadn't been in her life, if I hadn't stepped into this family, she would've been safe. My presence had brought nothing but pain to everyone I loved.
A sob escaped me, and before I knew it, my legs carried me away from the hospital. I ran without direction, my vision blurred by tears.
I didn't deserve to be there. I couldn't let my curse harm her any further.
The streets were alive with the hum of life, but I was disconnected from it all. People brushed past me, some muttering in irritation, others staring at the disheveled woman walking aimlessly through the crowd. I barely registered them. My mind was trapped in an endless loop of guilt and despair.
"Why?" I whispered to no one in particular, my voice hoarse from crying. "Why do I always ruin everything?" I found myself walking on the road, cars honking and swerving to avoid me. Someone yelled, "Are you crazy?" but their words barely registered. I was a ghost, wandering through the city, invisible yet in everyone's way.
Tears fell freely, hot and relentless, carving paths down my cheeks. My body felt heavy, my steps dragging as if the weight of my guilt was too much to bear. My heart ached, every beat a painful reminder that I was still alive while Ira was fighting for her life.
I stopped in the middle of a busy street, the world around me a chaotic blur of colors and noise. People bumped into me, some cursing, others concerned. But I couldn't move.
