Every woman's right... and every man's fear!

 I ran. Fast. Out of breath. Lungs bursting. Legs hitting the earth. I thudded up the path, around the corner, right up the stairs and reached the door. I flung it open and .....

.... and flung myself on the bed, heaving loud sobs. Dry racking coughs followed. How was it possible? Could I've believed that such a thing was possible? But I'd seen them. Together. My best friend. And my fiance. Together. Laughing. Smiling at a private joke. Walking out together. 

Was she really my best friend? I had confided in her. Shared every dream. Confided my fears. How could she've done it? And that too with him - my fiance? 

My fiance - he'd known me since childhood, and my best friend too, but eventually fallen in love with me.  I had imagined painting my life in rainbow colors with him. How could he do this then? 

The rational part of me tried to get me to take a step back - analyze the reasons for her going with him, but emotions won. 

I was furious. She shouldn't have, I shouldn't have told her. 

I called my fiance. Yelled at him for double-crossing me. 

I called my friend. Yelled at her for cheating on me. 

I fell into an exhausted sleep. Dreaming of how my best friend had taken my fiance to the couturier and shown him my wedding dress to let him buy a matching turban for his sherwani. And of my plans to murder her... and him over it. 

And my best friend and fiance met for a coffee and laughed at how angry I always got before my monthly cycle. Laughed at how they had to put up with it month after month. Some women indeed. Hmph!