Behind Closed Doors

I tried to make it look like a suicide. She had heard me talk to Dev on the phone. She did not say anything at first, but later confronted me. I agreed to it and begged her not to tell it to Surjan, my husband. She agreed. But every time she needed a favour, she threatened me. A stinky maid, threatening the royal princess? I was not someone to take blackmail so easily. So when she was alone, I strangled her and pulled the fan down in her room.

I had an affair with Dev, the second prince. While my husband was away with the chief courtesan. Dev loved me whole heartedly and I did too. But no one would understand that. 

I watched her being lowered to the ground. She had to die, for my love to survive. Even if it was behind closed doors. I was filled with regret and anger. For what I had done. Various emotions flooded me and I did not know how I would handle being a murderer in my mind. But a part of me, felt free. 

The only solace being, the secret remained.

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~ Soumya