Kasturi Subhash

Mental Health in India

Fight for Love

Arsha was abruptly woken up by loud banging on the door, which persisted with smaller, urgent knocks. Her heart pounding, she grabbed her keys and checked the clock. It read 5:35. She slipped a knife into her coat pocket before slowly making her way towards the door. Her mind conjured up terrifying scenarios, but when she peered through the see-through glass, she breathed a sigh of relief. It was Kush, a man she had once loved more than anything. She had thought he was the perfect man for any woman.Kush burst into the house, his face twisted with anger and fear. He immediately began cursing and yelling at Arsha for not letting him in quickly enough. But none of it made Arsha feel bad. She had learned to ignore his angry outbursts and remain calm. In the back of her mind, however, she felt the urge to fight back, to tell him how disgusting he was. She suppressed her anger and kept silent.Kush continued to rant, insulting and belittling Arsha, revealing her weaknesses and fears. But still, Arsha remained silent, her face a mask of indifference. This only seemed to infuriate Kush even more, and he began using vulgar and offensive language, words that not even a dead man could bear to hear.Finally, Arsha had had enough. She had recently discovered what her husband's job as a software engineer really entailed, and it horrified her. She found him surrounded by gunpowder and coding complex algorithms that could be used to plant bombs all over the country. As the daughter of an ex-army officer, she knew exactly what these bombs could do and what kind of devastation they could cause.She begged Kush to leave the squad, to abandon his dangerous work and come back to her. But all he did was threaten her, warning her not to tell anyone about what he was doing. Arsha was terrified at the thought of revealing her husband's secret and facing the consequences of his actions. She kept it all to herself, a heavy burden weighing on her heart.As Kush finally tired of his ranting and prepared to go to bed, Arsha was left feeling disgusted and betrayed. She was a loyal and patriotic citizen, willing to die for her country, but Kush had betrayed everything she believed in.She remembered the self-defense techniques her father had taught her as a child, the games she had played with toy weapons. She retrieved the knife from her coat pocket and held it tightly, her hand shaking with fear and anger.As Kush lay in bed, Arsha called out his name, her voice filled with both pride and sorrow. Before he could even react, she plunged the knife deep into his heart, a place where she had once held a small part of him. Kush gasped and clutched at his chest, a look of shock and disbelief on his face. Arsha watched him die, her heart heavy with the weight of what she had done.She knew that she would have to keep her husband's secret forever, but she also knew that she had done what she had to do to protect her country and her people. As she stood over Kush's lifeless body, she knew that her life would never be the same again. She had become a killer, a traitor to the man she had once loved, but also a protector of the nation she had sworn to defend.

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