Kill your Husband

CHAPTER-2 BETTER THAN HELL

*RAJ SINGHANIA POV*

Tick.Tock.Tick.Tock

I spared a glance at the wall clock in my cabin. It's past ten and the office is almost empty.I sighed and loosened my neck tie with my spare hand, picking up my phone from the table with the other.

'when are you coming home? We need to talk.'

I looked at the message for the hundredth time already. My chest feels heavy and tight like somebody is sitting on it. I took long, shaky breaths and flipped the phone upside down.

I fumbled through the drawers of the table for my Antidepressants. I want to chug down the whole bottle and sleep forever. I am too tired of dealing with same s**t everyday.The only reason I am still alive is because I am a coward. I am too scared to end my own life and wish for someone else to do it for me.In India, On average 78 people are killed everyday, 28 thousand in a year, so why can't I be one of them?

I slowly got up from my chair. I can't sit here forever and cry but I wish I could though.I dragged myself out of my office and made my way towards the parking lot with a heavy heart .

I was lost in my thoughts, walking at my own pace but my steps halted when I spotted an unfamiliar figure leaning against my car. It was dark outside and the person looked like a shadow. I furrowed my brows in confusion.

I quickened my steps. The closet I got to that person, the clearer his image became. I felt uneasy but kept walking.

Something was definitely wrong.

The man was wearing black pants, a black hoodie and his face was covered with his hood and a mask.

"Hi there." He said, pulling the hood from his eyes. I took a step back. His eyes were cold and scary.

I felt Goosebumps all over my body. Shaking the eerie feeling away I asked him politely "I am sorry but do I know you?"

He chuckled darkly, making me shiver on a hot summer night. He started taking steps towards me and pulled something out of his pocket. I started backing away. What is he doing? I was about to run but he grabbed me by my arm and shoved me in the wall behind.

It happened so fast that one second I was standing and the next was laying on the ground with a knife in my stomach. I tried to scream but nothing came out of my mouth except painful groans.

He was sitting on top of me. For a second, there was a hint of an unreadable emotion in his eyes. But it went away as soon as it appeared.

I tried to breathe but couldn't. I didn't struggle and accepted whatever was happening with a smile on my face. Finally my miserable life was coming to an end.

The last thing I saw was shock in his dark orbs. I felt my eyes close slowly and I gave myself away to the darkness.

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I tried to move but my whole body hurts. There was muffled noise of people talking. Is this the afterlife. And if I am dead then why do I feel pain?

I fluttered my eyes open. As soon as my eyes regained focus, panick rushed throughout my body. I was in an unfamiliar room surrounded by darkness. There was no window, just a lamp on the table beside me. The buttons of my blood soaked shirt were open and my stomach was bandaged.

"You're awake?" A woman rushed towards me. She looked older than me. Her face was concerned. "How do you feel ?"

I tried to speak but nothing came out of my mouth except whimpers.

"It's okay. Don't force yourself." She said. " And you take care of him."

My eyes shifted from her to the person she was talking to and my body stiffened. I can never forget those eyes. He was the same person who tried to kill me.

" I- " I wanted to shout but my body didn't co-operate.

"Take some rest. I will see you tomorrow." She said.

I was going to grab her arm to ask for help. I wanted to tell her that he is a killer but what the man said made me stop on the track.

"Don't worry di, I will take care of him."

The woman smiled at me. They both looked exactly like each other yet so different. Her smile was angelic and her dark black eyes sparkled, whereas his face was stiff and his eyes dark and empty.

The woman left the room. Now it was just us.

"You tried to kill me, didn't you?" I gritted my teeth. Not because he was the one who stabbed me but for not doing his job properly.

His drifted his eyes away from me. "You have a great memory."

"Why am I still alive?" I said. The pain was making it difficult for me to speak but I needed to ask this question. Why the hell I am still breathing?

"Because you are handsome."

"Huh?"

"I can't kill someone as handsome as you." maybe it was my hallucination or the pain was affecting my brain but his voice had a hint of softness.

"You are crazy!" I shouted and regretted that instant. Tears prickled my eyes.

"Kill me." I hissed.

The room fell into silence. Neither I nor him said anything.

"Wait for your turn, Mr. Singhania." He broke the silence. The coldness in his voice made me shiver and shut my mouth.

He stormed out of the room, shutting the door behind him with a loud thud. I scanned the room. It was dark but comfortable. I don't care where I was or what was going to happen to me as long as I was far away from my house. Anywhere is better than that hell.