A Bitter Truth

Mrityunjay woke up as the sudden noise that had surrounded them all through the night stopped and everything became still again. He looked towards his left instinctively. She was there, a thin cotton bed-sheet covering her until her chest, her shoulders exposed, sleeping blissfully. He took a good look at her as she slept and drew in a deep breath, a smile escaping his lips. He kissed her shoulder gently and got up. It had been over three days since he had called home. He wanted to know if everything was fine. He put on his clothes and went out, closing the hut behind him and locking the door.

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