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The steady rain caressed the window pane leaving tiny droplets that kissed the pane to leave their mark before gliding into oblivion. Kavya looked out at the bleak sky that seemed to mirror her state of mind and poured out in pain.

How could it be? Shekar seemed to be such a level-headed guy with genuine feelings for her. She too had reciprocated and felt her life sailing in the clouds ever since-happy, light and full of hope.

But when Shriya, her close friend, had shown her concrete proofs of Shekar’s infidelity, Kavya felt the ground under her feet shaking; telling pictures of Shekar with another girl- at restaurants, at the beach, at the park-the very same places where he and Kavya had spent so many passionate and intimate moments.

The shy smile dancing on the girl’s lips; a hint of blush on being held close by Shekar; the warmth in Shekar’s eyes as they looked on lovingly at her face, screamed loud and clear of their intimate relationship- the very relationship that Kavya had (erroneously) prided on to be hers alone.

Seeds of doubt had been firmly planted and she began to weigh every moment spent with Shekar then on carefully looking for more clues and proofs. They were all there to see. Only she had been naïve enough not to notice. Love indeed clouds the rationale.

Shekar’s hesitation whenever Kavya mentioned the word commitment;

What’s the hurry, Honey? Don’t you have faith in me? We aren’t getting that old.” He’d say.

His glossing over the details of his work and family;

Kavya didn’t know anything more than the fact that Shekar worked as a senior executive in a well-known MNC. Also, his family lived in another city but he never once paid them a visit in so many months of her knowing him and vice-versa which now struck her as odd considering he was an only child.

“You are not the first girl Shekar has deceived, Kavya and that other girl is definitely not the last” 

Shriya’s words had thundered into her heart splintering the tiny blinker of hope into a thousand pieces. 
Unable to see her best friend fall prey to a womanizer, Shriya had taken the help of a private detective and collected every kind of evidence to break the myth for Kavya.

The rains stopped. The clouds lifted, a tiny ray of sunshine gave the gloomy canvas a dull shimmer. The fuzz around Kavya’s mind seemed to clear even as the last pieces of the jig-saw fell in place. With a crying heart and steely mind, she resolved to teach Shekar a lesson. He couldn't possibly get away by trying to break her.


“If you wish me to weep, you must mourn first yourself” Muttered a resolute Kavya to his picture.

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A fiction written for Light and Shade Challenge prompt. And, this marks my 300th post on this blog!

Comments

  1. Very nicely written Uma ! Short story writing is quite an art.
    I really liked the resolution she takes at the end :)
    Wish this has a sequel ..

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    1. So glad to hear you say this, Aarthy! Indeed short story is a tough nut to crack and I'm learning the ropes. But your comment is encouraging to say the least. Thanks, so much! Someday I'll work on the sequel :-)

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  2. I absolutely loved this one. I am so looking forward to a sequel and at the same time, the ending that shows us her resolve but nothing forward also seems too good to break :) I am in a dilemma so I would leave it to you.

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    1. aww, Keirthana, so happy to know this! I don't know about the sequel. I also quite like the ending ;-) But if at all I resolve to write a sequel, I'll be encouraged knowing that there are readers for it :-)

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  3. I echo the above sentiments! I would love to know what Kavya did. I hope he finally got a dose of his own medicine. Loved this one, Uma. The way you weaved the story around the rains and Kavya was magical :)

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    1. magical? I can only hear this word now...thanks a lot, Aathira for your generous words. Never thought of what would happen next although even I hope Shekar gets his due. This was written for a prompt :-)

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  4. Shekhar needs to be taught a lesson.

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    1. Of course, Kalpana. Thanks for reading :-)

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  5. Nicely done, loved the fact that you left the ending open ended for the readers to leave it to their imaginations as to what Kavya did to get her revenge

    Congrats on the milestone post as well :)

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    1. Coming from you, it means a lot, Jairam! thanks so much! :-)

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  6. Thats a nice piece Uma! Its an ending which makes you wonder and also one on which you can build a sequel.

    Good to have come across your blog :)

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    1. Thank you, Seeta. I'm glad you feel that way :-) So, would you rather have such endings or one which gives the story a definite finish?

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  7. 300th post wow.. congrats
    and what a way to celebrate the occasion.. lovely beautiful story and as said by others too hope there is a sequel .. i would love to see what Kavya did
    shriya did goood ..

    Bikram

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    1. Thanks a lot, Bikram for the encouraging comments. You are always kind in your words :-)

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  8. he needed this one..I want to know more about this Kavya. :D

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  9. Wow! That's quite the tale. Looks like Kavya has a lot of pain to feel that kind of anger towards him! Now I am keen to know what happens next. Any chance of a part 2? And hey, congrats on the 300th post!!

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    1. Yes, betrayal of your deepest emotions does beget anger. Actually I had no plans of a sequel when I started off as you can see it was for a prompt. Let me see if I can build one at a later stage. Thanks, Shailaja! :-)

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  10. This was such a lovely read!! Is there going to be a sequel??

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    1. Hey Divya, thanks so much..err..now I guess I've to think about the sequel :-)

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  11. I echo the sentiments of others in the comment box. This was a fast and easy read. I enjoyed it very much and like that your character realized the truth. It will be interesting to see what she plans for Shekar! Well done.

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    1. Thank you so much, Sara. Much appreciated :-)

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  12. It is hard to come to terms with the real and irrefutable, but your words gave that emotion life and light (when the clouds cleared).

    I see a bit of redemption coming.

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    1. That's exactly what I meant to say by that line, Kir. Thanks so much for being here and appreciating :-)

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  13. Poor Kavya - I'm glad she had the courage to face facts and move on

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    1. sorry, I missed replying to your comment! Thanks a lot, Thomas, for reading and commenting :-)

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  14. For those of you who wanted this story to move ahead, part two is put up :-)

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