Thriller The Story of Meera

[Priyanka98]

"Who is she?" he asked.
"She doesn't remember," Mithila said, "But she's been through something awful..."
Mithila couldn't hold back her tears as she gently rolled the sleeve of the sleeping girl's gown and said, "Look at these needle marks, they've been pumping her with dope...and this..." Mithila slowly raised the girl's gown and peeled off an edge of that cover up bandage to show the degrading tattoos to her husband. "Permanent ink!" She said, "Such monsters! She is so young...she must be what? 20?"
Anshul hugged his agitated wife and gently rubbed her back. "I understand how this makes you feel honey," he said wiping off her tears with his thumbs, "You are sweet and brave to have helped her. She is going to be OK now, because she has you taking care of her."
Mithila could speak no more. She hugged her husband tightly and wept.
Mithila chose to stay by her bedside till morning. In the morning, the girl woke up, feeling much better and calmer.
Mithila smiled at her and ran her fingers through her dark hair. "Good morning sweetie," Mithila said with a smile, "It's nice to see you smiling. How are you feeling?"
"Much better," the girl said, "Thank you so much for your help."
"Are you hungry?" Mithila asked.
The girl nodded and Mithila got her a sandwich and a coffee. Mithila sat next to her watching her eat. She had so many questions for her, but refrained from asking anything as she was afraid the girl might get upset again.
"I really wish I knew your name sweetie, or maybe something about your family. I'm sure they'll be looking for you. Do you remember anything at all?" Mithila asked.
"I'm sorry I don't," the girl said with a sad face.
"That's alright," Mithila said, "You just need to rest, everything is going to fall in place eventually."
"What are these?" the girl asked, pointing towards the bandages.
"Nothing to worry about," Mithila said casually, "Just some little wounds that we stitched up. We'll leave the bandages on for a couple of days and then you are good to go."
The girl smiled. "Thank you for everything that you've done for me," she said.
"You are going to be ok," Mithila said hugging her, "I'm always there for you."
The girl hugged back. Mithila left the room, leaving her alone to rest. The girl smiled as she looked out of the window. The beautiful shining sun, the chirping birds and the city alive and buzzing around the hospital. She felt free after a long time. She gazed out of the window, enjoying the view of a free world to her heart's content. She tried to think about her family, her home. She wanted to remember as soon as possible so that she could go home.