She has been with me for last 3 years. She follows me wherever I go. It started on that day when I had visited her for the last time to convince her of my love and innocence.

I had gone here to talk to her, to plead her to come back to me. I had been trying to get back with her for several months. I had been begging her, following her everywhere, trying to reason with her. I had apologized many times, but she never gave me a second chance. I knew she was stubborn from the first day I met her. She was a strong-willed woman of principles. That was why I had been attracted to her.

For the 2 years I had known her, I saw her stand against anything that was not right, especially against women. I think it has something to do with her childhood. Though she never told me, but I heard from one of her friends that she had been abused in the orphanage where she was brought up. The constant harassment at the hands of her caretaker had made her resolve that she would do everything she could, to save other women from such misfortune. And she did.

I am also a sensitive person, and had been fighting cases for poor women. I belong to a rich family, so I could afford to look beyond the daily struggles of breadwinning. I chose a noble path, and during one such case, I had met her.

Everything changed 3 years and 8 months earlier, when a female colleague accused me of sexual harassment and took the case to her. I was innocent and was framed to stop me from fighting a high profile case against a minister. But, no one believed me. Not even her. I thought she would understand, but then my ‘victim’ had produced genuine looking ‘proofs’. I lost the case and my career was ruined. Everything went against me, and I would not have cared had she been on my side.

Yet, that I had visited her to talk to her, but as usual she had refused to listen. I literally went down on my knees but she did not listen. She even tried to attack me with a vase, which I tried to grab from her hand and in the struggle, hit her on her head. I killed her. She lied in a pool of blood, lifeless. I sat there shocked at how 15 minutes had changed my life, forever.

I looked at her and decided to turn myself in. But there she was, standing near her dead body and staring at me. I fell back with a jolt, and she laughed. She then said, “You wanted me to be with you. I am always with you now.”

Manisha Bhati - I am 30 years old; mother of two wonderful kids. I am an Engineer by profession and a writer by passion. Writing has been a hobby since I was 10, but I rediscovered the love for it just recently.

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