it's a trap - 3

by Divyansh Nawal in English Short Stories

Bottle was broken into few big pieces and hundred of small pieces spread in her room.She carefully started to pick pieces. She didn’t want to hurt herself.Thank god it was empty she thought.She collected all big pieces and put ...Read Morein a dustbin, that was below her bed. She went towards hall to took broom stick.She started collecting small pieces with broom stick. She stopped infront of Almirah, it had a big mirror which was reflecting Sikha’s image. She gazed at herself, touched her hair. Her hair was red, the colour that her husband liked most. She didn’t dye it Read Less