sheher bewafa

....he became a killer  merely within five months of getting married to neelam , golden dreams of a happy married life suddenly shattered,   freedom  , air-conditioned rooms,  comfortable life  enjoyments  all disappeared  with all facilities  , he now spent  his days and nights in a dark cell 

Sometimes  lying in his hard bed he would recall  the pleasures  he had embraced  , hus arms remained empty,   he would look around his terrifying  surroundings  , he would awfully  feel hurt , with his   emotionally wide tearing eyes  he could only stare at the  lock up ,  caged like a flapping  bird helplessly 

It was one  more day he missed his good and bad old times,  he came back  home one evening from his firm,  tired as usual,  emerged from the washroom  refreshed,  took a small nap and quickly got up  because he was going out for dinner with neelam his wife that night  in a hotel,  , there  was a gambling room in the hotel,  he also  was getting interested in eating  good food cuisines  happily  , life was really exciting 

He was  still getting ready carefully  , neelam was all  dressed up and taking a stroll outside in the  corridor  looking at the  flowers growing,  his house was  profusely  growing  blossoms of all types  in every  nook and corner,  the maid early morning  every day  changed the blossoms in the cases,  rooms were filled with fresh floral  perfumes, 

He was whistling and looking at himself in the mirror  and suddenly  he heard  neelam screaming  and her frightened voice calling him  kamran dear  please save me, her voice  choked inside her throat , all her words died out