Warning: Blood and Suicide

It was early in the morning. The sun was just coming up over the trees; its warmth was touching them. Shreya snuggled against Dhruv chest, enjoying the scent of the soap that mixed with his light perspiration. A calm morning breeze billowed the curtains, allowing sunlight to peek through and illuminate his handsome face.

"You're not sleeping?" she asked, tracing his thin mustache with her fingers.

He propped himself on an elbow.

"Shreya. You know I adore you and will always be my significant other. I said no to have children since we are exceptionally young," he said delicately. She endeavored to pull away; however, he snatched her and pulled her nearby. "Come on... baby. A kid isn't a diversion. It is the greatest duty."

"I am prepared for it," Shreya said in a whisper. "A kid may make me saner."

Dhruv held her for a few moments, saying nothing as he stroked her back. She lay still, hoping he would understand her sometimes. But he tilted her head and forced her to look into his eyes.

"Shreya, sometimes you still need sleeping pills to sleep. Isn't that the big reason for not to have kids now?" he asked in a low voice.

"No! Of course not! "Shreya said, trying to break away from his grasp.

"Okay, okay, stop fighting. Calm down," he said, refusing to let go.

"Why you do everything things to me to look, an offender?" Shreya cried. "Why you figure I would not be a decent mother?"

"Look. I am trying to do things which are best of us at the present time. I guarantee soon... soon you will get well and we will attempt to have children. It may not be a right choice, but rather you must let it be known's a sensible one. Quit battling Me." he said soothingly as she kept on trying to contort out of his arms.

She could feel tears springing to her eyes, and she battled all the harder. She couldn't give him a chance to see her cry. Why was she crying in any case? It was only a child. It was not he was giving her separation. She at long last broke free, hopped out of the bed, and scrambled for the restroom. Dhruv was snappier and snatched her arm before she could achieve the door. He swung her around and pulled her body against his.

"Release me. Dhruv! "She cried, wildly attempting to break away.

"Not until the point when you calm down," he stated, holding her so close she could scarcely turn her head sideways. He was frightened she would take a pill or two, without him realizing what she was doing.

"I'm quiet. Now let me go," she stated, unsuccessfully endeavoring to stop the tears, falling from her eyes.

"Then why are you crying?"

"I'm not crying!"

"Then what's all this wet stuff on your face, huh?" he said, turning her face to meet his. "You know what's wrong? You have all this . . . this . . . this idea that I love you, bottled up inside you, and you need to let it go. Why don't you trust me, baby? You know I love you. I'm in your husband, and I'm always going to be yours."

She couldn't hold back any longer. Large sobs wracked her body, accompanied by the already streaming tears. Though he still held her in a bear hug, she wiggled her arms free and began beating on his chest.

"I hate you! Let me go, damn it I hate you! "

"Shreya!"

"Fuck you! I hate you. I hate you," she shouted hysterically. "Let me go!"

Dhruv released her, and she sunk to the hardwood floor, burying her face in her hands, her back heaving with sobs.

"Why did you do this to me? I hate you," she cried.

Dhruv sat down on the floor next to her, watching but not touching her.

"Okay, you hate me. And what exactly is it that you think I've done to you, Shreya?" he asked gently.

"You lie to me every freaking moment that you are mine but inside your heart, there is no sign of me.... It is filled with Ditiya," she wailed. Her face still buried in her hands.

"Shreya I'm sorry I've made you feel this way but the truth is you are my wife, I will ever big and small things with you... Come on back to bed," Dhruv said, rubbing her back.

"I don't want to go to bed!" she shouted.

"Okay, you don't have to go to bed. Just stop crying, Okay?"

"I don't want to stop crying!" she shouted again.

"Why not go and fuck Ditiya's pussy," Shreya said gradually as though she were releasing disdain. Dhruv didn't express a word for quite a long time, she swung to confront him, and before she could state another word, Dhruv slapped her so hard she spun around and hit the floor underneath her. In complete disgust he stood up, shook his take and strolled off, hammering the door behind him.

Once Dhruv reached his office, he tried to call Shreya but she didn't answer, he left a message "sorry" and tried calling her again no answer. After that, he didn't attempt calling. Rather he took half a day off, to go home and surprise his wife with a dinner in some fancy restaurant.

Forty-five minutes later, Dhruv turned into his driveway. Shreya's car was parked out on the street, leaving the driveway open. The house looked quiet. It is only 5:20 in the evening and it was still warm. Up the street, some neighborhood kids were playing a soccer match in the grassland. He could hear the sound of a lawn mower not far away.

He grabbed the laptop bag from the passenger seat of his car and heads to the front door. Since he knew, Shreya was at the house, he was not sure whether or not the front door would be open. He tried the knob, but it did not turn. This made Dhruv feel a little better. Even though Shreya had forgotten sometimes to lock the main door before and nothing bad happened, he still preferred the security of it not being opened to the neighborhood. He was glad that Shreya thought to lock the door.

He inserted his key and then turned the knob. Once inside, he immediately notices that his living room is spotless. When he left in the morning, he remembered that it looked like a bomb went off. It looked like Shreya had given the house a spring cleaning.

The house was completely quiet. He wondered if Shreya was there or not. Her car was in the street, but it was a nice neighborhood for a walk. Closing the door quietly, he walked into the dining area. He glanced in the kitchen and did a double take. The clutter of trash on the counter was now gone.

Dropping his Laptop bag on the floor, Dhruv climbed the stairs to the second floor, their bedroom and knocked on the door. He could hear music faintly from behind the heavy door. He waited awhile, but nobody came. Tap! Tap! Tap! He knocked again; and then, after a little while, for the third time-Rap!

He felt uneasy and troubled, he had to grip the doorknob hard and turn it steadily before the door opened. It creaked with each inch it moved.

The room was empty, but he could hear the sound of running water in her bathroom, sniffed the steamy scent of her bath oil. He walked to the bed and sat down with a sigh of relief. Suddenly he saw something lying on top of one of the pillows. Walking over to it, he saw that it was an envelope that was addressing 'Dhruv'.

Dhruv slowly tore into the envelope with his finger. He looked inside, obviously perplexed, and pulled out a letter.

Dear Dhruv,

I'm so sorry.

You believed in me, I apologize profusely.

You didn't deserve seeing me in turmoil. You didn't deserve to be affected by my negativity. It hurt me even more, knowing what I put you through. The way you looked at me-afraid, helpless, and hopeless. The way I stared back into your eyes, defeated.

Don't be angry. I want to thank you for the things you've taught me.

When we met, you were so wonderful; everything about you took my breath away. You were quirky and honest and full of life, I couldn't help but be near you... by the end of that first evening, we were holding hands, having pani-puri competition; I hope you remember that. It was the night I fell in love. Thank you for that.

But after marrying you not a minute went by when I didn't think what I can do to get you back. The separation of our love just because of Ditiya would never lose her special place in your heart and it hurts me unexplainably. The love which we have shared has been thrashed by someone who doesn't even know the depth of our love that we have for each other.

But I have to ask you one last favor: don't let my spirit die. Remember me for the laughs and the good times, the thrills we all had together. I hope I made a place in your heart. I have chosen to die, but I haven't chosen to be forgotten.

What Dhruv read made his hands shake so much that he dropped the letter on the floor. Dhruv felt his eyes beginning to burn and knew there would be tears as he stormed into the bathroom. Dhruv was terrified when he saw her small body lying on the floor near the tub. At the sight of her blood flowing from her wrist and spilling onto the floor, his knees gave up.

Dhruv hit the floor the hardest, instantly falling to his knees. Her face was pale like bloodless, so white and colorless.

"Shreya! Please get up Shreya! Please...please let this be one of your tricks. Please, Shreya. You are scaring me, Shreya. Please get up!" Dhruv screamed, panicking more and more as time passed by. He was not even trying to hold back his tears as he could not when he saw that it wasn't one of her ways to scare him. She was knocked out cold on the bathroom floor, and there was no sign of her, making an attempt to get up. He grabbed a hand towel and, as best he could, wrapped it around her parted skin of her wrist as tightly as he could to prevent further blood loss. He ran to his bedroom where he had left his mobile phone and pressed the 'power' button so he could dial the police. But his hands were too shaky to dial. Tears quickly dropped like mad hail, and the phone clamored to the floor. He quickly regained his sanity and picked up the phone. He then dialed 911 and waited until someone got on the other line. It seemed like every ring he received, was time wasted to come and rescue his wife. But after the third ring, someone finally answered.

"Hello," an officer said.

"Hello. Shreya...my wife...she needs help. Please...please help her, officer. I don't know what to do," He exhaled nervously and stammered.

"You need to explain to me what happened, Sir," the man from other said calmly.

"I don't know what happened!" He shouted, "She is soaking wet and she has slit her wrists... I... I found her unconscious on the floor. Please send help; anybody!"

"Okay... We'll send an ambulance right over. Your residence is 3090 New Oriole, is it not?"

"Yeah," He confirmed.

Shreya seemed paler and paler as he examined her closely. The paler she got, the more tears streaked down his face. He dropped the phone, but this time didn't care to pick it back up. The voice of the officer on the phone seemed distant to his ears. He could see his eyes blur of Shreya body, as the tears formed a watery shield on them. Did I push her so far? The question raced through his mind. How could I?

He sat on the cold, tiles floor, holding her in his lap, cradling her head against his chest almost defensively. Her breathing became more and shallower until she eventually stopped breathing.

"You can't die on me, Shreya. You mustn't. Please don't die." he sobbed. "I love you. I don't know what I would do If you left me."

He held up Shreya's limp and lifeless body, tighter, soothing it with the gentle motion. "You will be alright, you know." he sent with an icy matter-of-factness. "You are angry with me and just resting your eyes, I know you had a very exhaustive few days." Even as the words left his mouth, he was not convinced by what he was saying "you will wake up in a minute. I know that you like to take your pills and sleep... always a struggle to muse you when you are sleeping," he blabbed.

The tears were so overwhelming that he could barely notice sirens getting closer and closer. He dropped to the floor next to his wife and blacked out.

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I may take a week break because it was hard writing someone dying or rather killing herself.

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