N is for the Noose Meant ForTtheWweak - #A2Z2018
Mat entered his hotel room, placed his briefcase on the sofa and lay down on the bed for a few minutes, deep in thought. He had a certain theory but needed proof. He thought he was on the right track. Suddenly he felt very tired. He desperately needed some rest, but he knew he simply could not waste time. He went and stood in front of the mirror and looked at himself. His eyes were bloodshot and his face haggard.
He went back and lay down on the bed trying to calm himself. He thought of his elder son Jack, who had died in the Kargil war. Though Mat was loath to admit it to himself, he had always been partial to Jack. Jack had been the apple of his eye. After Jack's death, both himself and Mary had become very possessive of Richard.
And now this. He wanted very badly to hold his granddaughter in his arms this very minute and shower her with kisses. But he knew there was no chance of that happening unless he won this battle. For Lata's sake, for Richard's sake, for Mary's sake. He thought of Lata, the high spirited modern and educated girl who had smitten his Richard with the love bug.
The first time Richard had introduced her to him she had not cringed when he had looked her in the eye. She looked back at him with honest appraisal and he had been struck by the force of character in those eyes. He had asked her in their very first meeting, "Will you convert to Christianity in order to marry Richard?" She had looked him in the eye and said, "I am not very religious uncle, but sorry, I don't sell my soul. I love Richard more than my life, but the answer to your question is no."
Oh, what a fool he had been! He should have realized immediately what a gem of a girl this was. Instead, he had been relentless and had pigheadedly insisted that she convert to Christianity. Lata had come down on her knees and beseeched him and he had continued behaving like an Ostrich with its head stuck in the mud. He felt very tired and lonely. Suddenly a longing to end it all came over him.
He sighed and turned in the bed. He was feeling very tired and woozy. After some time, he got up and made his way to the bathroom and opened the door. He was startled by what he saw. There was a noose hanging from the middle of the ceiling. Placed right under the noose was a stool. Like a zombie, Mat made his way to the middle of the bathroom and climbed on the stool. He raised the noose and placed it around his neck. He raised his right leg to kick the stool away...
Author's Note: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.