Breach

March 1, 2011 Off By Tinam Borah

She vigorously rubbed the sindoor off her forehead. The burnt marks on her body were still fresh. Clad in white, she took a last look at her husband’s life-less blood-stained body. He had killed her happiness. She killed him. She then turned to the police and held up her hands to be cuffed.

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