Anamika looked at her slashed wrists and typed out the SMS, with blood gushing down to her elbows.
“Tak cat 2 Radhika’s hse tom. Bettr end it rt hre. Al I wntd wuz luv.”

She wondered how long it would take Arun to turn his car around and reach her apartment again. Would she pass out by then? She got up from her bed, unlocked the front door, and waited for him to come running up the steps. Then her world whirled blindingly white, she dropped the mobile on the floor, and passed out.

When she regained consciousness, she could sense that she was in a hospital room from the smell. Someone, maybe a police officer from his gruff tone, was questioning Arun, her friend.