Chapter 7

"Hello, Shvetha Goyal here!.... Oh Shit, where,... Oh really! OK, I'll come ASAP!"

The call reminded me very closely of that fateful call seven years ago which sealed our fate. After cutting the call, her eyes started to swell. Then she turned to me, and on seeing my face, her tears increased rapidly.

I knew what news she had recieved on the phone call, and I first wiped the tears off her face, and buried it into my chest. Shvetha hadn't changed one bit over the years, she had remained to be vulnerable to shocks like these, and she took them all with that standard helpless expression on her face and a few tears.

I kept thinking about how stuff would've been if that terrible evening hadn't intruded into our beautiful lives. Life would've definitely not been the way we were living, I guess I'd have been a cleaner man with Shvetha around. It would have been a lot of fun, and a lot of happiness, lots of love too.

Probably we'd have completed college, we'd have good jobs, and a small little family, probably been self sufficient, and in all, I'd have been living a life, people would've envied. But it wasn't to be.

The strife outside seemed to come to an end. I thought if it was time I got out of the bus. It wasn't too safe in here either. But as I was thinking, Shvetha got up from my chest, and controlling her tears, spoke, "He, Goyal, was a traitor too! The BASTARD!!"