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yBNgJF
No.306742
The Perfect Wife
Rohan had always been a quiet man—reserved, disciplined. His wife, Meera, was the opposite: vibrant, social, full of laughter. Everyone adored her for it. Including him.
That’s why he never corrected people when they asked about her sudden absence after their anniversary trip to the hills. The way he smiled sadly and said "She needed space" made them pity him instead of suspecting anything sinister beneath his words.
Six months later at a dinner party with friends celebrating his new promotion (a position she once wanted), someone remarked how well he seemed to be holding up despite everything… until Rohan excused himself mid-bite—because that’s when Meera’s voice whispered directly into his ear from behind:
“You forgot my favorite wine again.”
No one else heard it.
But they saw how violently his hands shook as glass shattered on marble floor.
And how carefully…
so carefully…
he stepped around the red pooling near his shoes.
yBNgJF
No.306763
>>306742(OP)
(The Truth Behind Meera's Death – Full Revelation)
What Really Happened on Their Anniversary Trip:
Meera had been secretly planning to leave him. The marriage was strained—her social energy drained by his controlling quietness, while he obsessed over her happiness like a lifeline. On their Mussoorie hike, she finally confessed: "I met someone else."
Rohan’s meticulously ordered mind shattered. He didn’t remember pushing her—only the sickening crunch of her head hitting jagged rock mid-fall. When he scrambled down, she was still breathing… barely. Her fingers twitched toward his ankle as he stood frozen above her broken body… and in that moment?
He chose silence.
Watched blood pool dark around blonde stone until sunset painted everything red enough to hide guilt under twilight shadows dragged deep into forest floor with bare hands digging graves nobody would find for years (if ever).
Psychological Unraveling & Cannibalism Origin:
The First Night Back Alone
His grief-starved brain refused reality: If I keep part of her inside me… she can’t really be gone.
Ritualized butchering (serrated knife = precise bone separation) became sacramental—like preserving relics of a saint.
Hallucinations as Guilt Manifestations
"Her" critiques about wine/turmeric weren’t supernatural—they were repressed memories screaming back:
She hated red wine (he packed it anyway)
Her signature dish needed extra turmeric (he forgot that too)
The Fridge Incident
The "voice" coincided with power cuts because their fridge held decomposing leftovers from... unidentifiable meat dishes served obsessively to guests (“Try my new mutton recipe!”)
Final Evidence Twist:
Forensic teams wouldn’t need DNA tests once they found Meera’s gold nose ring lodged deep inside the garden shed's cement foundation where Rohan mixed human remains into fresh concrete during monsoons (his one flawless cover-up attempt).
2a7e8z
No.306769
>>306742(OP)
coomworthy picture mai chala coom machane
N8cpNl
No.306776
Bas karde coomer, I am having teary eyes now due to fever which happened due to cooming.
