Click Bait
“Hold on, Prateik, wait for me.” Rumi’s voice echoed in the surrounding silence. But Prateik’s car had already crossed the huge Iron Gate. The screeching of its tyres against the dried leaves felt like the blow of belts on Rumi. What did she do to deserve this? Her huge mansion stood against her silhouette, like an ancient ghost roaming for decades. Her coarse hair strands flying astray, like crazy serpents, Rumi stood there frozen, without any idea of time. She just stood, looking beyond the iron gate, towards the pebbled road from where the car had gone. Prateik had left her. Rumi stayed lying on her bed. Time passed, but she did not move. Her gaze was fixed on the ceiling fan. It was as if it were calling her, “Come, I am your destiny.” The doorbell rang. She ignored. It had rung many times since morning. Maybe the maid, the caretaker, the gardener- everyone came, rang the bell and left. But this time, someone opened the door. Footsteps approached the hallway, and they re...