The man waits. He has been seeing himself doing this for a long, long time. She would walk away, not this time.
Those eyes which have looked at him with contempt, will fill with fear, will beg for mercy. He will undress the bride…slowly.
Semi-comatose emotions by the bed side where their honeymoon buried and lies with eyes open…one broken woman!
And a lazy, relaxed real life romance nudged at that docile little lamb, the sacrificial goat? Unclaimed, Quarantined.
And thus Aruna dwells in her twilight.
