#Gibberish from a disturbed mind- Part 3

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Shraddha’s dreams broke as the clock struck ‘one’. She woke up in the dinner table and saw it in the condition, as it had been, when she dozed off.

She was starting to feel scared. Chetan haven’t returned yet. The heavily misty glass panes gave an impression of the intensity of the rain, outside. The distant street light looked like someone had smudged its yellow light. She drifted away to thoughts again, to that afternoon, when after the heavy rain, the rainbow coloured the dull sky, they, wrapped in one bed sheet, had spent it writing each other’s names with fingers, on the misty window pane.

Her thoughts broke and she grew more anxious.

Where the hell had he gone?

The phone said ‘Switched off’. She flooded them with voicemails. The last one, had her crying almost.

She opened the window pane, and let the rain hit her face.  Please keep him safe, RAIN!

The landline rang. She ran to get it. The receiver almost fell from her hand, when the expected voice whispered eerily, “ .. narrowly escaped death.”

She howled, “where are you?”

“On a pavement. Please come. I am so scared.”

She ran, broke open the door, and dodged the stairs. As she crossed the apartment’s main gate, she saw him.

The street lights showed blood gushing from his forehead. She ran to him, hugged him, and could barely speak, “How.. What happened?”

That followed a disturbing moment of pause.

“They want to kill me.”

“Who?”

For the whole time I thought about the incident, I thought it as someone’s else’s life. Anyone, but mine. This incident happened to SHRADDHA, not me.

Something in me smirked. You are Shraddha. YOU.

To the busy world outside, as I gazed at, I knew they take me for a girl suffering from emotional crisis, who lost her fiancé in an accident and was undergoing counselling, but all I knew was,

Chetan’s  death was not normal. It was anything but an accident..

.. to be continued.