I entered the room with the feeling of cold contempt in my heart. My eyes were searching for her red eyes, thick hair and faltering footsteps.

The soul-searing search ended at a souvenir that she had left for me. There was a note stuck on the broken mirror. As she’s the habit of throwing things away, whenever she gets mad, the mirror was an example of this fact.

” I’m going to kill that monster,” it followed.

I overread it with the fear of losing her.

And then I dipped into the scene of the day that had compelled her to write that overwhelming note.

It was just another day & we both were walking along the road. Our daughter was enjoying the scene of rushing lorries. We both were lost in our togetherness & the atmosphere was eerily romanticised for us to notice anything else: to notice our six-year-old daughter, who was completely wayward.

‘Why are there whispering and murmuring all around? My wife asked.

‘I think someone has met with an accident,’ I guessed.

And our parenthood overcame our youthlike romance. I quickly searched for my daughter, and when I found her nowhere, I rushed towards the crowd, pitying a small girl.

I found my daughter lying in the midst of the gathering. Blood was oozing out from her head and her favourite dress that I had gifted her turned red. I put her head on my lap and religiously tried to help her.

” Kill that monster daddy,” she managed to say. My blood turned blue. There was no one left to jump over my stomach and wake me up in late nights.

I gazed at the cardinal direction where she was pointing her finger while taking her last breath. I started crawling towards the east. With feeble footsteps, my wife followed me. People around there were talking about a car which hit my daughter.

So, I ran. I ran for my daughter. I ran for the love of my wife. I ran to kill a Monster.

After having added some magnitude in the distance travelled by me, I saw a car going away at a slow pace. The speed of the car was slow enough to chase it. The sticker of a Monster polished on the car was sparkling.

It was my daughter’s favourite cartoon.

As I reached near the car, I saw those fragile hands starving to control the steering wheel. It was a woman stubbornly driving the car.

‘Stop! I said stop, you monster!’ I shouted at her.

She waved at me. Those eyes were familiar. I had already tasted those tears riddling out from her heated eyes. Those beautiful lips shivering was already kissed by me. I could have the exotic smell of the murderer of my daughter.

‘Go away! Go away,” I whispered.

My plea was of low frequency so that my wife couldn’t hear those sinful words. I pretended to fall on the road so that she could move away from my wife’s reach.

My wife crawled at me & fell in my arms. She was out of her senses & I pretended the same.

Meanwhile, I couldn’t tell her the truth. The woman who was driving the car was the reason of the serenity of my past.

After killing our daughter, she reminded me of her last words.

“I’ll never let you happy without me,” she had told me as I handed her the invitation card of my marriage.

~ Ahmad

Ahmad Khan

I have no blood in my veins. I have ink.

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