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Betrayal .... [ contd. P 2]

The air of the night had never felt so good. Her cheery heart, light mind, both told her to live the moment and savor its nuances. The air was chilly with a shallow breeze impressing the departure of clouds that had showered in another area of city. The rustling of leaves made her realize how silent the night had turned.
It had been only a few hours ago when the mourning process had begun and was soon over. All the relatives bid adieu with consolations and sympathies while some of them shed a tear or two. The guests were large in number,difficult to deal with, thus exhausting and adding to her displeasure of going through such a tumultuous process. She was tired altogether and planned a long dreamy sleep, alone.
Suddenly she was knocked from her conscious stupor by sound of approaching sandals outside the door of her room.

"May I come in?", it was her father.
He had been invited to stay over at the villa of her in laws thus presenting him an opportunity. She on the other hand could not fathom his motive and had to oblige to his wish. After all it had been just two days since he died off her hands and that feeling of first kill had still not settled in her core.

 "Yes, please, just give me a minute", she gathered herself, wrapping a translucent scarf around her proceeding hesitantly, to let him in.

 He stood outside impatiently with his eyes rolling. The amount desperation could be known by the vigor of his tapping feet and peeled off skin of his thumb. While waiting he thought of the past. The day she met him. The day they hugged and celebrated anniversary. How her initial repulsive apprehension  had been an attractive force while her subsequent charm had been irresistible. He had approached her, coyly flirting while on a visit to his friend's graduation party and instantly clicked. He was surprised the day she proposed him, while he was still contemplating it, and embarrassed and jubilated, he went mute for a full minute gaping at her face.
They celebrated their birthday together. It fell on the same day and month of same year. They had been in a relationship filled with too much past to let go so easily.
He heard her approaching the gate and and noticed her wedding ring tap on the knob.
His forehead cringed, coming back to reality as he remembered that he was her father now.

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