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He laid voiceless, his vocal cord damaged by the accident. His body was gravely damaged, yet he was out of reach of pain. He had heard that one’s last moment are always painless & of revelation & this was it.
He could see her, Ritu, standing tearful and torn. He fled into memories, her smiling face flashed before his eyes, her hair flying with the breeze.
Last moments of life. Why life isn’t fair ? He spent the whole life making sure their future would be luxurious and now,here he was sure of his future, death. Unable to speak, his mind was piling up words. What if he had his voice at this last moment. He would tell her how much he love her. How much he has been lucky to have her as his life partner. How much he wants to live more & spend the rest of his life with her, be it simple. He would only live for her, wish if.... his eyes watered, her face got blurred until it disappeared.
Tears were flowing down her cheeks, tears of joy. She was grateful to him. She was aware how much he love her and she had made sure that he was convinced that she felt the same. She showed him dreams and he followed it like a child, making money for their bright future. Fool. It wasn’t for them, it was only for her. Now the marriage was too much of a burden. She wanted freedom. But what if he doesn’t die ? No, it wouldn't, her plan was foolproof. She would win and nobody would see her hand in the accident.
Beep…Beep…the ECG fluctuated. Rahul, Rahul,she threw fake cries.The doctor hurried. Her heart raced, with excitement. The ECG went into a long beep, confirming her freedom from the bond and his from life.
* The End *
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