by Amrita Bhatia
“Honey, I’m home!!!”
“Oh! There you are. I brought your favorite bottle of wine baby”
“What’s the occasion?” She said frowning.
“We are together, and that’s reason enough to celebrate, isn’t it darling??”
“Okay, if you say so”
What a liar. I can smell her perfume on his shirt.
“So how was your day?”
He was sounding so unlike himself.
“Umm…. The usual”
“Well I had a pretty good day. I’m getting promoted next month. Todd says once we are through with the Zeta deal, it’s just a matter of days.”
“Oh well congratulations then. I’m happy for you” this sounded so unconvincing and shallow even to her.
“You didn’t get the wine sweetie??”
“No I kept it for later, let’s have it on the patio after dinner”
“As you say baby”
He was waiting on the deck, thinking about Mariah, and how happy she made him. She seemed a bit off colour today.
Well that would change in a while, he thought, a faint smile appearing on his face.
She took the bottle from the kitchenette, and crept her way to the terrace.
“Hey!!... I …… Ahhhhhhh!!!!!”
He fainted, blood oozing out of his head.
“You think you’ll cheat on me and I’ll never get to know? You scoundrel!!!” she screamed and pushed him down the verandah.
The ring gleamed with all its brilliance midst broken glass and the wine on the floor.