ALLUSION

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With every step he took, he got more and more terrified. His hands trembled as he reached towards the door knob. Everything was silent, behind the door was just darkness. The darkness which would never allow any light now. Everything was still. The only noise that reached his ears was that of the paper which wanted to free itself from the hold of the paper weight. Her letter. He sighed because he wasn't ready yet. Perhaps, he would've never been ready to witness whatever he was just about to.

Pushing the door open his eyes followed every single thing which used to be theirs before. He turned towards his right only to find a line of their happy pictures hanging there. The glass reflected his face, and the photograph within it, reflected several memories. He smiled as if he was reliving those moments. He just wanted to envision the sequel to every moment they had shared, even if they were sad, atleast they had her.

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"What is this for?" Rehan asked as his fingers pointed out to the part of the wall which was unoccupied.

"That would have our picture when we would be some seventy three years old." She replied and got off the stool she was standing on, dusted her clothes and twirled around to check if anything looked unorganised.

"Perfect." She said and flashed a smile at him.

It was the time when they had just shifted to their new house and Seher wanted everything to be perfect.

His eyes shifted to the side again and became glazed with a glassy layer of tears. His gravity-drawn shoulders painted a picture of his heart, the heart that had her. And the heart which had no strength to accept the fact that it would be the last time he would be hearing her through the letter she had left for him.

Between all the mixed emotions he was feeling, regret managed to find its way to his mind. Deep down he blamed himself for whatever had happened.
Sitting besides the table, his eyes focused on the fluttering sheet of paper. He was having an internal debate if he should read it or not.
Finally making up the mind to hear from her for one last time, he pulled the letter with his hand which was still trembling.

♡

Sorry but I couldn't come up with a good salutation for you. Let's just go with Rehan?

So, Mister Rehan Verma, we are late. Aren't we? He instantly shifted his gaze at this to keep away from crying. He knew he was late. Very late.

Goodness, I didn't knew it was going to be this hard to write.

The day you left for Delhi I walked up to our store room. Yeah, I know I never used to go there. I just wanted to see what makes you want to go there again and again. And I couldn't believe my eyes. You hid it so well, Rehan. How could you do this? Your love crossed all the boundaries. The boundaries of humanity. I was disturbed by the fact that somehow it was me who built a criminal in you. It was me who forced you to do the ill things that you were doing. I am sorry. I am sorry for everything, Rehan. And maybe that's the reason I don't want to live anymore. I can't hide the fact that my husband-to-be was behind the deaths, it'll be a crime. At the very same time I can't see your life getting shattered because of me. You have always lived for me. Start living for yourself, afterall, no one is going to be with you forever other than your own self.