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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My fingers trembled as I held the phone to my ear, pressing the screen so hard it might shatter.
"Come on, Arjun... pick up... please..."
Three rings.
Four.
Voicemail.
I disconnected and redialled.
Voicemail again.
I groaned, leaning back in the seat, my heart hammering against my ribs. Ira was singing something softly in the backseat, completely unaware of the storm that had taken over my mind. My eyes darted outside, and that's when-
I saw him.
The man. That man.
He was walking just outside the park, his pace calm, unaware of the storm he had stirred in me.
I froze, my breath caught.
My first instinct? Run.
"Bhaiya," I called to the driver, turning around in my seat, "take Ira home. Right now."
He frowned, confused. "But madam, you-"
"I have some work. Please, just take her home."
"But ma'am, I can't leave you alone-"
"I'll be fine!" I snapped, my voice louder than I intended. I turned back to look at Ira, who was now looking at me with big, confused eyes.
I softened immediately, leaning toward her. "Baby, Mumma has some important work. You go home with bhaiya, okay?"
She pouted. "But-"
"Please," I whispered, brushing her cheek, trying to stay calm. "Be a good girl. I'll be back soon."
The driver hesitated, but one stern look from me and a promise that I'd call if anything happened finally convinced him. I stepped out of the car and shut the door, watching them drive away.
Then I turned, fire in my veins.
And I ran.
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He was walking swiftly, but not hurriedly. As if he didn't know someone was tailing him.
But I did.
And I followed.
We crossed a line of stalls, a sugarcane juice vendor, and I even bumped into someone but didn't care enough to apologize. I kept my eyes on him - his coat swaying, his gait steady.
He turned a corner.
I did too.
We crossed a patch of road and reached a lane that smelled of cement and steel. A construction site loomed ahead. Broken bricks. Dust. Heavy machinery sleeping under plastic covers. Half-raised pillars stood like skeletons.
