Akash and Mallika took corner lovers table at the restaurant.
“Akash. I am nervous about our marriage” she sighed.
“How many times you had the same conversation here?” he calmly extended out a photograph.
She was looking at herself with Rohit, a year back at the same place, hands together.
“I. I!” words failed her.
Halfway through the bridge, suddenly, Steve heard cracking sound beneath. He felt the gravity pull the bus downwards towards the deep river.
Unexpected contact with cold water made him ricochet back to reality, inside the speeding bus, few meters before bridge. His eyes wandering between the warning board “OLD BRIDGE, KEEP SLOW” and the bridge
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