#Part11
7:00 AM
Rohini was sitting in balcony having a cup of coffee in her hand. It was raining slowly and the weather was getting cold. The packet which Roopesh gave last night was kept on the table. Rohini was staring at it. After a long breathe, he sat on the chair and took the packet in her hand.
It was a small square-shaped packet covered with a brown paper and was loosely tied. She pulled the ribbon and unwrap it. It was not heavy but Rohini's hands and heart were getting more and more heavy. She opened the packet and her heartbeat increased a little bit. There was a perpetual twinkle in her eyes. It was her engagement ring which she returned to Raghav.
Rohini's eyes were full of tears but her lips were wearing that smile which they both shared living their wonderful moments. She kissed the ring twice and took her phone. Hurriedly, she dialed Raghav's no. but her hope sunk as the no. was switched off.
But her eyes sparkled as she saw the next name Roopesh. She pressed the calling button and waited. There was no response from another side. She made few more attempts but all calls were unanswered.
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Ting-tong. Ting-tong.
"Yes." An old lady about 60 years old opened the door. "Oh Ma'am, this is you. Come inside."
"How do you know me?" Rohini asked while entering in the flat.
"Sir always talks a lot about you. You sit; I am preparing a tea for you." The old lady went inside the kitchen.
"Ok." Rohini replied and kept her bag on the table. She looked around. All the things were same as they were one year ago. The paintings, the flower pots, the books; everything was at the same place. In the corner, there was a frame on the table in which a couple was hugging each other and smiling; looking in each other eyes. She reached to the table and took it in her hands. It was the picture of Raghav and Rohini's engagement. Her eyes began to cry looking that picture. She kept it again and walked into Raghav's bedroom.
As she opened the door, her eyes got stuck on the wall. There was a big poster on which many pictures of her, her achievements, newspaper cuttings of her NGO was pinned. She went closer. She saw her old pictures, recent pictures and her name from each cutting was boldly underlined. She pulled a chair and sat down. She opened the drawer of the table which was placed in front of her. There were some old newspapers in it. She took out all of them. They all were year old and contained news of acid attack on her. She kept again them without reading. But she got stuck on the newspaper which was from London. There was a picture of an accident of a car which was fallen from the mountain. The face of the injured was looking so well known. She read that news carefully.
'An Indian guy found in critical condition. He was heavily drunk and was driving rash on the roads. His car have got an accident after striking a big stone and fallen down from the mountain. His face, shoulders and stomach is very badly injured as the pieces of glass and mirrors got collapsed into his body. His identity is still unknown.'
Rohini was shocked by reading that news. She was dumbstruck and her eyes were fixed on the picture of that crashed car. Her heart was beating very fast and soon she cried.
Suddenly she heard like someone is coming towards the room. She quickly kept the newspaper in the drawer and wiped her tears.
There was a knock on the door. She turned around. Roopesh was standing outside resting his head on the door. He was so surprised.
"So who are you? Roopesh or..?? Rohini asked looking in his eyes.
#ToBeContinued
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