Jyoti smiled. The loud thud from the shower confirmed that he had fallen. She entered and saw his limp body, eyes open and blood oozing from his head – looking evil even in death. He’d no longer be able to abuse them. Little Diya walked up and said, “Ma, you are brave.” Jyoti looked at her wistfully, then at the wall where both their garlanded photos hung. Below on a table lay his wedding invite – such hurry – she knew exactly why. As they walked away, mother-daughter promised each other, they’d never let anyone hurt them – even in a different world.

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