It was in the pitch darkness Polash was lying on bed with her eyes wide open. Gazing at the endless horizon from the 14th floor window she was waiting for the unexpected to happen. Each night she felt him so near… yet so far. Each night she felt him crushing her from within yet whenever she tried to hold him tight it seemed as if he slipped away!

Their marriage is a secret deal and submitting themselves into the excitement of a dangerous game is indeed the part of the deal. The game is to scare each other to death. This is how they survive, each night every night, night after night ! With bated breath Polash waited for Deshraj to come.

“There you go my pretty lady ! Looking so stunning.!” . Deshraj ran his fingers through her thick brown hair. .

“For you Deshraj I can die a million time! “ Polash looked at Deshraj and with the brand new blade she slash opened her wrist. Blood gushed out while making her face to curve in pain.

“But I am not scared Polash, Try something new!” Deshraj said with a half smile cruelly hanging on his lips. “And now it’s my turn. What say my beloved ? “ He came closer to her, the deadly smell of his Brute 33 almost chocked her.

Yes it’s your turn! Polash crashed on the bed yet again, with his wrist still oozing those red warm drops.

“Today we will play a new game, Russian roulette” Deshraj said while locking his eyes with hers.

“Now, what game is that ? “ Polash quizzically looked at Deshraj

It’s the game of chance, the game of luck! Ha ha ha – Deshraj laughed a pitiless hoot.

‘Be explicit’ – Polash gathered herself as she prepared to play the new game. Although she denies yet deep in her heart she has started loving this strange concept of living dangerously. Tasting life while standing at the edge of ‘to be or not to be’!

“What’s that ? a revolver ? “ Polash looked at that little machine with awe as Deshraj pulled the little shiny revolver out,

Yes honey it’s a revolver. We will play the Russian roulette. Deshraj put a cartridge on some of the chambers in the revolver. He spun the cylinder and then closed it.

“What are u doing Raj? “ Polash asked, her voice slightly trembled in unforeseen fear.

Honey this is a loaded revolver and instead of 6 bullets there is just one cartridge. Mind u I have spun the slot before closing it so we do not know in which slot the bullet is.Now the game begins. We will ask each other a question and each one of us has to answer the truth while aiming the gun at our temple and then we have to pull the trigger. We will take the risk of dying once we get the loaded shot. None knows who and when but any one of us might die!

“So let’s start!” Deshraj switched off the lights while leaving the corner red stand light. The room was looking warm. The rich red ruddy illumination from the corner standing light created a magical ambience of light and shade.

They both sat facing each other and started to play! With each false shot they felt the excitement of living dangerously. Perhaps they waited for that one last shot which can stop all futile longings, which can put an end to all earthly pain, worries, tears and fears. The game went on in the midst of the lightlessness of that 14th floor.