When Ruman was a small kid then his mother died. His father was a big business man, so he did not have much time for Ruman. He has never understood in his life that what love is. His life was alone and surrounded by the servants. All this made him a spoiled child. Therefore he was mostly found in bars and dance clubs. One day when he was in the dance club then he saw a beautiful girl dancing there. Ruman got attracted towards her and decided to enquire more about here. On enquiring he found that she was a widow of a rich man and some people even said about her that she has killed her husband.
Ruman decided to not know more about and leave for the home. Hardly had he gone two miles in his car, he saw same woman was standing near a car. He decided to help her because of night time and she was alone also. He asked her for any kind of help. She told him that her car has got some problem. He offered her lift up to her home. Reaching her home she offered Ruman coffee. Ruman accepted her invitation go inside her home. This was a big home and no one was inside it. It looked as she lives alone. She makes him seat in a room and then go for a fast change of cloths.
Ruman noticed that there was mirror in his room from where he could easily see her changing cloths. When she was changing cloths he found that lot of burn marks where there on her body. After some time she came up with coffee and both drank it. They shared few things about each other life. Ruman told her that he feels sorry for her for the loss of husband at this small age. Suddenly, she starts weeping and then laughing. She told him that her husband was a mentally ill person and he beats her very brutally. So she herself has killed her husband.
Ruman got sympathetic with her and started regularly meeting with each other. Soon they decided to marry each other and got married after few days. For few days everything gone well and then one day suddenly Ruman found died in his bothroom. Police was not able to find any reason for his death and termed it as natural death. Now she was again a free woman living the same life.
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