by Svatee Bedi
He looked out of the window,like always.She clad in a lovely blue saree, was rushing to catch a bus to work. The curls in her hair were flowing in the air, a slight sweat trickled on her face. Riya looked beautiful as always.He looked at her tensed face. How he loved her.He saw her getting on the bus,and then she looked more relaxed.
Vikram turned away from the window once he saw the bus passing away.
Vikram was a senior manager in one of the leading multinational companies. He had reached this position at quite an early age.
He was in love with Riya, who was also working with him in the same office. He had never told Riya about his love for her. And the day he had decided to express his love to her was the day he was asked to leave his job.
His Company couldn’t afford him anymore, as it was undergoing huge losses. He was aghast on hearing this. Vikram was told that he was a talented person,and could easily secure a job somewhere else and maybe at a better position.
He was now depressed and didn’t have the courage to tell Riya anything.
It had been two months since he had lost his job. The situation in the market was grim,and looking for the same position was difficult.
Vikram used to look at Riya daily from his window. He wanted to go and tell her about his love, but now didn’t have the courage to tell her anything. There were times, when he felt like dying. He couldn’t think of loving any other girl other than Riya.
The whole day passed for him,like any other day as the past two months, with a sense of both fear and anxiety. By the evening,he was in complete despair and had lost all hope for himself.
In the state of utter dismal, Vikram picked up the bottle of poison lying near him.
Suddenly,the doorbell rang. ***