short story collection

Syringe

Chapter 7: Syringe:

She was an educated child of a middle class family. Her parents have had brought up her in a liberated atmosphere and surroundings. She studied in the best schools and colleges and was very good in her studies. When she was 21 she was married off in a well to do family and groom. He was an alcoholic and used to be violent with her. s*x was his priority and if refused used to beat her black and blue. She took everything in her stride so as to not let down her parents. She never complained and later on she took the torture with a smile because of her daughter and her safety. If she refused to please his friends and acquaintances the he would blackmail her by threatening her to send his daughter to please them. She would relent out of fear and life had become hell for both of them. What she could never understand that how anyone could even think like that for his own daughter? She prayed hard every day for the safety of her daughter. She prayed the whole night by chanting mantras. She kept all fast possible and kept on begging god for mercy. But we all know destiny is bigger than all and nothing changed for them. But we also know that god has his or her own way to relieve people of pain and punish the guilty. She meanwhile kept on saving every penny she received and kept it in the bank for their freedom. That day morning she went to the bank. Her savings totalled 3 crore of rupees. She never disclosed this to her trusted maid also. She hid the passbook under the tin cover at the root of the tree. This was the freedom for her daughter and herself she was looking for 15 years. That summer her daughter would be 16 years of age. She had to take her to freedom and get her settled in life in a safe environment and place. She had to work fast and swiftly without raising any suspicision. She cannot wait forever for god to punish him in his own ways. She knew that he was a diabetic and was dependent on insulin twice a day and also suffered from severe form of arthritis and for that he had to take steroid once a day. But that would be raising suspicision on her. So she contacted their family doctor who was already very helpful towards her from the start. She garnered knowledge about injections and air in the syringe. He thought that I was a being a very loyal wife. I through internet also gathered that too much air in the blood stream leads to heart problems and can cause heart attack and stroke which can prove to be fatal. For that a full syringe of only air is enough to create havoc in your circulatory system. I was super excited. It was time to get my plan into action. Secretly I contacted a travel agent and booked two tickets to Australia and then applied for visa. I had also contacted my friend there and she was helping me to start a new life in Australia with my daughter and looking for happiness after a decade of torture and beating. About 15 days before action I started helping my husband with his medications and injections. I also became very supportive and more submissive and also gave him new plans to earn money through our daughter. He was very happy with me. My daughter also supported me but she knew nothing about my plan. My plan was secret and I did not share it with anybody. It was third today and the d-day for the plan. My immigration formalities were complete and my friend informed me that she has also taken a flat for us and found a menial job for me in Melbourne. That night I offered to help my husband to inject his steroid. He did not suspect anything because off late I had been doing so quite often. He did not notice s he had too many to drink. I compelled him to do so. I did not fill any medicine in the syringe. My hands were shaking and I was scared and alone but this was my last chance in life. I massaged his hand and injected the syringe into his vein and I knew that after seconds it would show its after effects. It did so the tyrant suffered a heart seizure and I could see his eyes bulging out and him writhing in chest pain. It was just minutes and he was dead. Quickly I filled the syringe with medicine and kept it beside him and walked out of the room satisfied with my job. I picked up my mobile and called the doctor. The doctor came and declared him dead because of heart attack. I even cried and all along I was dying to dance with happiness. My daughter is not going to have my life. She will be free independent and happy. It was once gain raining as our plane touched down in Melbourne. The clouds have dispersed and it was happiness everywhere.