"Truth that lies"

Sunlight ventured onto her face struggling through the crevices of window-panes. A double streak of rays traversing from forehead to neck made her face glitter like her pendant carrying the letter 'R'. Rohan, the official owner of the letter 'R' in the home was a budding writer risking his corporate life. His average built up face with stubble inclined towards her face and slid the tresses to her left earlobe. The wife, Aranya,  the beautiful , intelligent, successful manager of his home had risked her life as a banker too. She was undoubtedly a woman with kind of looks any man would kneel. A sweet happy couple but layers of life are not always black and white. Rohan got ready in a quick to a book promotion event in the Galaxy mall. The glittering face was still in subconscious state and unwillingly he had to  leave her with a smack on cheek.

After stretching her sleep for two more hours she finally came to the real world. Half asleep she checked her phone and found usual instructions from Rohan for the day. Smiling and blushing she thanked God for blessing her with one of a kind man❣️.   The bright sunny day seemed to be perfect. She soon got lost in the mundane of the chores after taking some colourful meds.

Rohan finally caught his breath after the hectic promotion schedule of the day and the first thing he did was calling his love. The call ended in seconds though just telling her to get ready in an hour they would go to have some fresh air by the beach and may be grab some ice cream. She nodded as if it was already expected and got ready in minutes. Even in simple blue kurti and leggings she looked ethereal. She did her maskara and an elongated bindi and she was ready to roll.

In an hour they were sitting beside the beach licking their chocolate ice cream cones. Turning back the clock they could recall their past eight happy years of togetherness. After having a stroll down on the sand and witnessing the most beautiful sunset of the city they got back into the car.  Soon their car was rolling on the road.

The traffic was a usual scenario in the city and no human could escape it. It had been five minutes they were stuck like a painted canvas. Right side of the car three brats on the scooty pushing their way ahead banged their car. Shit!!! Their brand new car had a dent. Rohan, got outside and checked and could not control his temper and hurled words on the scooty guys. The situation got tensed as one of them was drunk and was in the mood for a scuffle. The crowd started recording as both of them got involved in a fight soon and the guys got better of Rohan. Some of the crowd came forward and managed the scene somehow but Rohan was already scarred and bleeding and she was still looking for breath , crying for help. They managed to escape the situation and both reached home safely. Without taking dinner they were off to bed.

The moon was playing hide n seek with the cloud and in the dark night two nocturnal souls we're sharing their breath sitting on the terrace. The lady said holding him ", it feels magic when you are around". The voice was husky and bold very unlikely of a female. "You are the wizard of the moment Shakti", the male voice was heard. It was Rohan's voice, it was Rohan. And they kissed in the moonlight. So, the epitome of loyalty, the perfect husband was cheating on her wife. And that too on the terrace of their apartment. They talked as if they knew each other since ages. Another perfect couple- Rohan and Shakti. The Cupid had written this philandering man's fate quite well.

 Hours passed and this unacceptable couple was lost in each other's arms. And the dawn started ascending with the flicker of red rays onto their faces. And again a pendant glittered bathed in red rays and it was the same pendant of 'R' worn by Aranya. Sunrays flickered on their faces and faces were visible. Holy shit!!! It was Aranya, his wife, his soulmate, his love. But what was that Shakti thing and who's voice was that. Rohan took her to their flat and soon she went into deep slumber. Rohan dial someone's number," Sir, she again had the attack, the other side Shakti became dominant in her yesterday night". "You are a lucky man Rohan that both of her personalities love you to the core otherwise it could have been a debacle. We still don't have specific cure for multiple personality disorder and considering your wife's critical situation you can't afford to tell her the truth" the voice on the other side said, probably of a psychiatrist. "All you can do is not to get harmed in front of her eyes or her Shakti form will become dominant to protect you" the voice added.
The perfect couple all of a sudden seemed full of imperfections. Love conquers bodies, personalities and ailments they said, well said.❣️❣️❣️
                                               ✍️Rohit Raj✍️