The WIDOW and the BEAST.

Sat, 03 Jan 2026 03:27:08 +0000

> Widows are meant to mourn.
But I wanted to be ruined.

He came the day after the funeral.

Black sherwani.
Gold cufflinks.
Eyes so unreadable, I forgot how to breathe.

He didn't offer condolences.
He didn't speak my name.

He only leaned down, placed a box of sindoor on the table...

And whispered:

> "Your husband owed me everything.
Now, I'll take what's mine.
You."