That night, Yuv was asleep and on his chest, his love, Wahida rested holding his hands, and on her legs, Yuda, their golden retriever, was deep asleep too. The room was open, had an open glass space for the moon atop, the crescent moon and the silence of the night added more charm while scattered clouds decorated the view in the glass space. Yuda's ears popped up as he could sense somebody coming up. The footsteps evidently increased and Yuda fully woke up, began to grunt. His movements woke up Wahida and for her, with her subconsciously opened eyes, the time had paused. A figure, almost three feet from her and at lowered view, Yuda, drenched in red as its head, tail and the body was cut like a birthday cake. The figure stood swaying a cleaver to and fro, that looked as if it was dipped in blood which actually was and it was dripping so sexily that it resumed her time in a panicked consciousness. She screamed on top of her lungs with her eyes wide open, Yuv woke instantly and heard no voice, but just witnessed Wahida being dragged to the bottom of the bed and being butchered inch by inch from her throat to her hips and getting skinned out all the way till her knees. Yuv was a fighter, but this, was no way a fight but a free style slaughter. It was thrown off and did its job by piercing Yuv's chest. The blood that spilled out when it was taken back, touched the moon's glass upon the bed. By the time Yuv could understand his own senses, the cleaver came again, but this time, for the neck. Yuv's head hung offside. The cleaver was taken back. The glass was broken and the pieces were shoved deep until Yuv's bones and exactly at his spine, the cleaver made its final chop, before it was pushed in his lungs.
Yuv, the fate. Wahida, the love. Yuda, the sense. The three dimensions of our life.
Extraction Credit: Karthik V Pai

Beautifully explained brother 😊
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