Sometimes, some things happen that can be expected from nobody.

And sometimes, those things or revelations lead to a completely different train of thoughts, which you feel like you shouldn't be having, but you're forced to think in that way - and that's what unsettles you the most.

In this case, it was the ugly truth behind Ashish Sharma's honest and humble façade.

Who would have thought that the always smiling, helpful and diligent manager of such a grand hotel would have so many skeletons in his closet?

Who would have thought that the one who made everyone happy, failed in his job with the person who should be the happiest around him?

Who would have thought that the pity I felt for him as he was murdered would turn into pure hot anger as I came to know his real, unfeigned face?

And who would have thought that I would lowkey be happy about this unfortunate incident?

I sat with an unnaturally stiff posture on a stool beside her bed, while Akshay placed around worriedly as the doctor tried to treat Mrs. Sharma. She was extremely weak and had been tending to her wounds by herself, which had increased the complications as many times, those wounds weren't just external.

The doctor took an X-ray and confirmed she had a minor rib fracture, and a ligament tear in her right shoulder, as if it was twisted forcefully and painfully. We couldn't really come up with a believable excuse to throw off the doctor's suspicions, because there really wasn't an excuse to abuse.

As she was moved to a private room, with a cast around her right shoulder and arm, the doctor told us we will have to wait for a few more hours, or maybe till next morning until she recovers and gets back to her senses.

Listening to him, Akshay immediately told me to go to the hotel and rest for the day, as it must have been too hard for me, but I insisted to stay. I couldn't tell him that I couldn't go back because there was so much going on, in my life and in my mind, and I didn't want anyone to question me about anything.

As we both sat on a bench in the hospital's garden, basking in the cold night air, Akshay turned to me and asked me,

"Its 8 pm, almost time for dinner. What would you like?"

"I can't have dinner."

I sighed, fatigued from my memories and finding no solace anywhere.

"But why? I mean- how can you survive the night without eating?"

He was bewildered. He couldn't read me or comprehend me, and it was killing him. Did he genuinely care for me? Or just for his own job?

"I do eat everyday, it's just tonight because I know my stomach wouldn't allow me to stomach anything. All the catastrophic events that have occurred in just 48 hours are too much for me to digest. I feel as if I have been thrown around on the world's most unpredictable rollercoaster, and there's nothing I can do to get out of it because it's still in the air, and has shown no signs of slowing down."

"If only I was oblivious of the situation you are in, I would have laughed out loud,"

He said quietly forcing me to look at him in bewilderment.

"I would also have deemed you at home in comedy, that's how good it was."

He finished his ludicrous statement, before giving me a small smile and returning his eyes towards the sky to catch the minute stars patched across the silky black cloth.

I realized it a beat too late, that he was just trying to distract me from my problems, just how he did back in the jeep.

But he had to be damn good at it to make even a scrutinizing person like me, forget all about his intentions.

I told you girl, he is dangerous. He is absolutely perilous.

Oh shut up.

"I can't believe it actually took you so long to realize."

He spoke again, his eyes twinkling just like the stars above us, while his voice held a hint of teasing.

"Actually, you are the main reason why I don't like you, and no one else. Because there was no reason to ruin that perfect sentence by saying this."

I snapped back, annoyed that he caught onto me so quickly. I was supposed to be the mind reader here, when did the role get transferred?

Just then, his phone pinged, breaking the comfortable silence between us. As soon as he checked the contents of the message, he stood up.

"Let's go inside Miss, our suspect is awake."

"So early? Alright then.... But wait!!"

I called him out suddenly which made him stop walking and turn to look at me with his signature gesture of raised eyebrows.

"We never talked about whether we should think of her as an innocent victim or a suspect. Do you think she can be the culprit?"

I asked him the unasked question which lingered at the back of my mind since we left her house. I was still between scylla and charybdis, and it showed on my face, which reflected shock on Akshay's face.

"Are you seriously only believing her sob story? There is a higher chance of her murdering her husband - whether it was planned or it was the result of momentary anger, we don't know. But, one thing is for sure, I will get her to confess every other thing that she has done to her husband because I know there is more to this story that she is hiding. Even you know that."

He said, referring to the CCTV footage.

He wasn't wrong, but I just hoped she wasn't the murderer because then it will change a lot of things.

Firstly, that she murdered a person.

Secondly, she tried to frame me and my best friend for it.

And thirdly, she tried to attack my best friend in my absence.

And I will not be able to feel even an ounce of pity for a woman like her, no matter what her personal situation is.

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