Unaware

The Porsche sped past the people on the road, like a bolt of lightning. It didn't even stop at the signal. It couldn't. The next minute, an oil tanker decided their fate. Sanjay tried to drown his guilt on seeing his dead sister. "Why did I ?", he asked himself repeatedly.

Neha was sent word that the warden wants to see her. When she heard that her parents are no more, she just froze. The warden was rather shocked to see the seven year old not getting hysterical. Neha just walked out of the warden's office, towards her room, feeling more alone than she ever did. She cried profusely all night, with her head muffled in the pillow.

The next day, Neha was called to the warden's office again. This time, to meet a guardian. While she sat in the waiting room, puffy-eyed, she thought of the last time her mother visited her. She walked up and down the hallway, thinking of the warm hug and that peck on her cheek. Tears streamed down her pink cheeks. They refused to stop.

On hearing the loud footsteps, she looked up and on seeing him at a distance, a faint smile appeared on her face. As he walked closer to her, she gained some strength. He sat next to her and took her little hands in his.

Little does she know that she's confronting her parents' murderer. Her uncle, Sanjay.