The bridge was infamous for many suicides, incidents of robbery and accidents. They wanted to avoid the way but it was the shortest route and it was getting dark.
Rhea murmured, “The evening is beautiful. The sky will light up its countless lamps soon. Hope my life lights up too.”
She is the new bride, coming for the first time to her in-laws. Her gold ornaments sparkled in the headlights of the cars coming from opposite directions. Ajit, her husband was praying so that they cross this bridge without any untoward incident.
His prayer was granted.
They smoothly reached home.
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