The Red Day

Like every year, this year too She got ready in the red beautiful dress, arranged a candle light dinner for them. But this year, the difference was that one phone call.

"Abhijeet !"

That night. He was in red too. His white shirt, all covered in blood and the OT light, his candle. The bullet hole on his chest.

He laid lifelessly on that hospital bed and She, with dead expectations.

A/N : This one's for you, Sanjana di. I hope you like it :)