Red Color

Short Story- Red Colour

A pin-drop silence in the room. He hates the sound of my tears. So, he tied my hands, put his dirty handkerchief in my mouth and beat me.

What was my fault?

I was drying my wet hair in the balcony, humming a song and yes, I was wearing red saree. He says red excites men.

Logic! Now I understood why he beats me, till I bleed. Blood is also red in colour.

Sometimes I feel, I have also developed a liking for the red colour. Yesterday, I saw a dream, he was lying on the bed soaked in the red colour.

Shhh..... Don't tell anybody, it was just a dream.