We filed a complaint in the police station. Two weeks had passed by then and all those days she experienced many heart-breaking situations and we were helpless in most of the moments. However we sheltered her from those scandals but she was tortured psychologically.

Honestly, it feels like hell watching our loved ones suffering before our eyes.

After doctor said that she was good to take her home, I informed her dad that she was not feeling well and I asked him to come soon.

Her dad was so moved to find his daughter like in such a freaky situation. He shifted us to a big house. He appointed a doctor to treat her privately. She was good but she was weak. The problem was still haunting her.

One day I was with Chaitra and she asked me to call Shreya. I did. We both sat near her.

"Shreya, this idiot was only person with me since from my high school times.You came into our life and took us away from the thought that we were alone.You cared me like your mother. The life I experienced was different from what I had imagined when I was alone in my childhood. I was happy for that, may be more than that.You are one of the best things that happened to me. " she said.

Shreya patted on her palm. But chaitra didn't look straight at her. She had this expression, a different expression, which I wasn't accustomed to. She smiled a bit and turned to me.

I was there sitting idly, trying to understand what was going in my best friend's head. I knew her but she was beyond us then. She had a wall which we shouldn't bother climbing without her permission.

"Hey idiot, Did you remember the times when we read the quotations like 'one soul- two bodies-one life is friendship' etcetra, we always laughed about? But after these years when we think of our past, we were exactly what these quotations meant."she stated.

"Yes, we always were dramatic." I giggled. Still, I had no idea why she was talking about the quotes she always hated.

Shreya had tears in her eyes, besides they were products of happiness this time. Of course I was happy as hell as Chaitra was smiling nearly after one month. When we were about to leave, Chaitra held my hand.

"Stay with me" said Chaitra, looking at both of us.

"Why are you getting too subtle today?" Shreya asked her.

"I just want to be with you." Chaitra said.

We stayed back. We spent that night chatting. At around four in the morning Chaitra slept and we both went to our room. I too slept for some time. But sleep was not my thing those days.

When I woke up I found my uncle sitting in the front room. That was rare.

"How are you?" he asked.

"Fine" I said and walked straight to Chaitra's room. Shreya was standing outside the room.

"Why are you standing here?" I asked.

"Chaitra's father was inside. I thought it will be good to give him some privacy" she said. She asked me to look inside.

Her father was sitting next to her holding her hand. He saw me and asked to come inside.

"What happened exactly?" He asked eyeing at me.

I stood still, soundless.

"I am asking the exact reason that took my girl to this position." he asked. This time he shouted coming forward to me.

Meanwhile Shreya came in. We explained everything to him.

"You didn't even inform me," he said, grasping my collar.

"Chaitra took a promise from him." Shreya said and I looked at her furiously. She put her head down.

"But why?" he again roared.

"Please don't say all these to my dad. Already you both were having enough trouble with me. I don't want my dad too feel bad for his girl." Shreya said him the exact reason what Chaitra told us the last night.

He slowly walked to her bed and kissed on her forehead. "Then why did my girl killed herself?" he shouted and started crying.

"What?" we both yelled. Shreya rushed to her. Chaitra was not breathing. She was lying on her bed lifeless.

Shreya sat beside her. "Chaitra.... Chaitra" Shreya called but she didn't respond. I stood there numb.

She died. She might have asked me to accompany. She, atleast, would have killed me. And I would have forgive her for that. But suicide is not something I planned on coming.

"Chaitra was not there anymore. She couldn't tease you anymore. She couldn't console you when you are sad. She couldn't walk with you in the rain." my brain was injecting the truth into me. It was painful, yes, the fact was bloody painful.

The words her dad said a minute ago were still echoing around me. Chaitra died and she left me alone. She again took a decision independently. It was a decision that took her away from me. It was a decision that made me alone again. It was a decision that threw me into a different world.

That minute my heart beat changed. It stopped pumping blood and started sending a message to every nerve that Chaitra was dead. Every tear drop rolling down my cheek was too saying "Chaitra was dead". My brain was connecting every memory with her into my present situation.

I evoked everything, the moment when we first met, the times we quarreled, the day she proposed me, the days we sat in silence, the nights we danced in New- Zealand pubs. The life we shared was shattered.

I went near her and touched her hand. A shiver ran down my body. The same hand I was holding before some hours was now dead. I feared that what I would do without her. How could she leave me so suddenly?

I was hearing her voice around me calling my name. I could see her beautiful face before my eyes. I craved to shout loud and scold her heart fully. I at least wished to quarrel with her.

I went to our flat that we stayed before some days. I went to her bed and settled on the floor beside it. I cried, I cried till the thought of Chaitra's death filled my body. I cried memorizing every mischief of her. I cried until my brain became weak to supply her memories.

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