The thread of love : His and hers

It had been a hard day, exhausted and torn, he returned home. With the creak of the door she got up. He couldn't still himself. A forlorn day without uttering a word...extending well into the dark hours..he was trembling with dread and fear. Tear swollen eyes, tired steps, heavy breath he needed her. The mind was tormented by thoughts.
Were these haunts, dreaded warnings, signs of fate? The thoughts clouded him and the slowly arose .. guilt. Was it all his fault. Had he murdered his own … had he claimed a life? How could he live with the pounding guilt in his heart? But
What else could he have done? What else ... The eye lids seemed too heavy with tears. The heart had been broken, the mind clouded.

She came towards him; he could sense her smell, her touch, her feeling.
Still out of his mind, he took the glass of water she extended. It was cold.. She was cold. And that was when he realized, how it could be. How could she be... Numbed by her touch, his body went still, eyes content and relieved. He didn’t dread the end as much as the life. The broken thread hung from the wall. The police knocked open the door. He was lying there. Cold. Water spilled around him.

A dead body was found in ' ' at ' ' nagar. According to police claims, he was a labourer at ' ' factory. Doctors say that no signs of a conflict were found on his body and the cause of death has been established as heart attack.

In an unrelated incident she was found dead in the civil hospital. Her body has not been claimed. Mr. ' ', police in charge confirmed that she bore a child and a case of foeticide has been registered against the doctor.