Part 39

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I panicked as he seemed almost lifeless.What to do? I couldn't think.....!!I called Dr.Nishi,my family doctor and school friend."Hello....Nishi...I need your help this is urgent...",I gulped while sweat poured like rain on my forehead."say...", she asked."Just tell me..can 30 ml of chloroform kill a human??""Are you kidding?only 10 is enough..."My head hammered,the surroundings revolved around my eyes like a tornado.My eyes gave up and I broke down.Oh god!!I killed my husband.Im a murderer.I hated you Rajiv but didn't mean to kill you.I cried loudly."I became widow on the first day of marriage....I'm worse than a black widow spider", my soul screamed.Now the police would come and I would be arrested.I would be titled as 'khooni dulhan'(Murderer Bride).Morever,I wouldnot be able to wear any kind of colours.I would not be forced to wear this heavy clothes and jewellery though but I would be given that dried chappati to eat which would not be swallowed by me..I cried out aloud as my wild imaginations took over me..."you can't die....I don't wanna lose my husband soo soon....I don't wanna go jail...I don't wanna eat that rough and dried food....I wanna eat chicken...."I was hitting my head continuously on my 'dead' husband's chest."I wish mene woh chloroform ko laayi hi nahi hoti...I'm sorry Rajiv..", I mumbled sobbing with my head on his chest."Sacchi....""Muchi....", I replied without my control on my words."Then be happy...", I heard that voice again and jolted my eyes open getting up from his chest.I saw Rajiv smiling playfully at me.I crumbled my tear-wetted face in anger and punched him."tum zinda ho... squint emoticon ", I squinted."wese mujhe lag toh esa hi raha hai ....", he again smiled mischieviously."tum....tum mare nahi ....par woh chloroform..", I asked him with a angry yet surprised face."woh kya hai na baby....mujhe chloroform se behos krne ke liye tum bahot Anadi ho...", he smirked.I made a puker face colonthree emoticon."pehle jaake gangsters aur dons se training leke aao ki chloroform istamal kese hota hai...", he laughed at my face."tumhara mtlab kya hai?", I frowned."Matlab yehi...ki jab kisiko behos karna ho na...toh usko rumaal ka wahi side sunghana chahiye jis taraf chloroform laga ho...", he laughed again."What do you mean??", I yelled."Awwww!!poor baby....", he made a fake sad face."kitti bholi ho tum...acha mein smjhaata hu...tumne plan accha banaya tha meko maarne ka...pr tumhaari akal pe mere sitaare bhaari ho gye aur tumne mjhe hankee ki dusri side sungha di...", he explained with a smirk."par tum toh behos huye the...", I was puzzled."haan bs thodi der ke liye...mjhe agle 5 min me hi hosh aa gya tha...kyuki tumne rumaal ko chloroform se nehla jo diya tha...uski halki si smell kaafi hai behoshi ke liye...", he made a poker face and the next moment,I found myself pinned to the wall behind me and he held my wrists against the wall."chemistry professor ho na? itna bhi nahi pata? baby..", he husked while staring straight into my eyes."toh ye sb natak kyu kiya??", I shouted still in his grip."mein dekhna chahta tha..ki agar mjhe kuch ho gya toh kya tumhe farak padega..", he made a strange yet strong eyelock with me.The next moment,I pushed him away and yelled,"farak toh padega....par mjhe tumse zyada apne chicken ki fikar thi...coz I love chicken and tum ....huh...", I huffed and started to walk away."Bahot naaz hai na...tumhe aap par??but I bet you,I will make you fall in love for me...you will love me to that extent that even you will forget to eat chicken..", I heard him shouting at me in a challenging tone.I turned to face him.I cocked my left eye brow and smirked, "oh yeah....Mr.hunk sorry correction...Mr.Hulk ....I m dying to fall for you...""yup you are...and don't worry baby...I will fulfil your wish soon...", he pecked my cheek and walked into the washroom without turning."Idiot.... squint emoticon That's not even gonna happen your dreams ", I yelled"We will see....", he flashed a smile closing the door."Yup we will see...", I stamped my feet on the hard marble floor

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