Malaika took her ring off and flung it on the bathroom floor. Then she disrobed and looked in the mirror. It wasn't a pretty sight. The tears had streamed her kohl all over her cheeks.
"Why?" she said aloud between sobs. "Why did I trust that cheat?" She moved her hand over her belly. It would begin showing any day now.
With shut eyes, she said, "I don't want to live. You hear me? God? Devil? Whoever it is out there? I don't want to live."
Still crying, she turned the shower faucet.
The cold water drops revived her for an instant. But only an instant. She saw, in utmost horror, the strings of red meandering with the water towards the drain.
Her eyes went up to the shower head.
the water drops from from the jet had turned into glass needles, thousand of tiny ones, and they shot right into her soft flesh. The pain became alive now, but it was too late.
The last thing on her mind as the glass drops punctured her eyes were some ominous words of long ago:
Be careful of what you wish for.
Someone is always listening.
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