This Is Not A Love Story – Part 22

Of two things I was sure. I knew you’d killed Rajiv. And I knew you’d killed Suhana. I knew in my gut that you had killed her, in that moment when I found out Rajiv died by drug overdose. It turned into certainty when I came to know through that Diener which drugs were being peddled through…

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The Day Pansy Went Pansy; #fortnightfridayfables

“Oh! Yo, Master! Oh, what the heck is this?” Woof, woof! Scampering around on his furry little paws on the tiled porch, making a really irritating ‘pitter-patter’ sound. “MASTER!” Howls aaaaaaaoooooooo…. woof, woooof! Scratches the mesh door furtively to come inside. Master comes thumping in through the kitchen, bangs open the mesh door, only to find his…

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This Is Not A Love Story – Part 21

But now I knew half the truth. It was time to know the rest….. I rode towards the Hospital where the autopsy was conducted according to the papers, and called the pathologist. I wasn’t hoping he’d be helpful anyway. And he wasn’t. He denied ever conducting the autopsy. He denied being at the hospital too. He…

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This Is Not A Love Story – Part 20

Have you ever experienced near-deafness by a cracker bursting right beside you? The ringing clamor in your head while the world around you goes silent for a while…. The confusion, the dizziness, the momentary loss of self and sense? To say a thousand crackers went off right in my face, when I read your note, would…

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This Is Not A Love Story – Part 19

Caution:  This is a rather looooooooong post. Kick back, relax, grab a drink, or your energy drink, maybe. You’ll really need your strength to get through this one 😉 Sorry for keeping you guys waiting for the next part. That Manila folder you gave me, and it’s contents lay in front of me on the…

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Disclosures in the Dark

Originally posted on The Pradita Chronicles:
via Daily Prompt: Subdued “Hold the candle a little higher, will you?” He looked at her sullen and swollen face, the candle light accentuating her sullenness, concurrently softening the planes and curves of her face,  bathing them in an ethereal incandescence. “Please?” he added. She responded by lifting the candle…

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