I saw a vague figure of woman standing in the lawn, when approached I realized, it was Riya, she was standing in that gelid weather wearing an incongruous night gown. I called her name but she didn’t respond, I tapped her shoulder, she gently turned and faced me. She had the same morbid eyes and lips that of the early dream of mine. But she was not wearing the medallion she clutched her hands and ripped the collar of her gown. It torn and exposed her bosom in the midst of her cleavage I saw the mark like a tattoo in dark green ink.
The same symbol incised in that brass medallion.
“What is this Riya…?” I asked in trembling voice.
She pointed her finger towards me. I stood in bewilderment, I suddenly realized that she was asking me to look behind, I slowly turned.
I lost my senses and my
