The alcoholic man walked towards the portrait of the girl.

Soft music was played in the room. His one hand had an alcohol bottle and his other hand had his belt wrapped around.

"Tum mujhe chor k kyu chali gyi Uravi" he said in a husky voice. "Sab kehte hain tum nehi rahi par mein jaanta hu ki tum zindaa ho. Us din us vidyalaya k samne tumhe khelte huye dekha ta maine. Mere admi tumhe jald hi mere pas le ayenge Uravi. Abh hum dono pyar karne wale ko koi nehi alag kar payega. Meri patni Uravi wapas a rahi hain...I love You"

Behind him in the closet struggled a girl to get freed.

"Wo jo ladki almari mein hain do mahine pehele ayi thi ussey maine tum samjha tha Uravi par wo tum nehi thi...par ye tum hi ho, us vidyalaya k samne khelti hui ladki tum hi ho, pata hain mujhe".

This will be a very serious issue and that is mental health which no one talks about especially in India still now