REGRET

Tears after tears rushed through Dua's eyes. Her eyes going blood red. Her body jolting with her sobs. Regret. Regret was what that overtook her. Her heart was pounding hard with guilt. What has she done? The peace which she had been seeking after finishing her revenge game was not there. She thought she would be happy, content that the woman because of whom her ex-husband left her was now at the death bed, battling with life. After two suicide attempts. And the remnants of peace she had, went into drain when she came to know of the crystal clear truth. The ugly truth which jabbed at her heart, that she wanted to die with the pain. She looked at her hands. There was blood on it. A blood of a human life. She was pregnant. Sheharzaad was pregnant. And Dua was the killer of their child. How could she.... How would now she face her brother? How would she face Sheharzaad? Because of the color of revenge that had overtaken her mind and senses, in a flash, she became the murderer of an innoce