Lalitha's fresh-faced make-up, mirrors in artificial natural light.
She locks her apartment, winding her way through apartment corridors.
'Damn!' Lalitha's nail-polish stains the steel cage lift.
'Let me help!' offers Naveen, her new neighbour.
'Thanks' whispers Lalitha shyly.
Naveen's ringed finger swipes his smartphone, oblivious of her sly gaze.
Over the days, Lalitha goes down - the same time as Naveen.
One day she pounces, ignoring Naveen's plea that he is married.
Enraged she rips her clothes, clawing his phone-camera .
Her blackmail, his suicide.
Lalitha's story paid well till the lift fell.
Her bloody lips can no more lies tell.
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