Mag-log inThis is thriller where the killer murders with put leaving a detail and you wont ever feel bored i guess all of you guys will enjoy reading this
view morePranav lay on his bed, head on a pillow and a cigarette burning in his right hand. Children’s voices drifted through the open window. The curtains were drawn, and the room was semi-dark. Pranav’s motionless eyes were fixed on the ceiling. He was feeling something – what it was, he wasn’t sure. There was no simple way to describe it. Losing something you felt was yours and then getting it back. But, more importantly, he simply couldn’t fathom why he was forced to give up something which was truly his?You will make a very good director, son. Pranav could hear his father’s empty promise hanging in the silence around him.He felt a hot sting between his index and middle finger.He jerked himself up, threw the cigarette on the floor and watched it burn.The feeling of indignation fanned across his chest like a forest fire. He had done everything he possibly could to gratify his idealistic father. He worked with the labourers at the kiln, repaired cracks, carried buckets of h
The air was uncharacteristically crisp for January.The gruesome image of his sister’s dead body replayed involuntarily in Rishabh’s mind as he walked over a bed of manicured grass, crossed the cobblestone path and sat on the wooden bench under the Peepal tree. Arya sat by his side.The blue envelope is gone.The sun was straight above them, the cool wind skimmed through Arya’s long hair as he watched Rishabh’s movements attentively. Rishabh’s eyes were fixed on the glistening snow that capped the mountains in front of them, but Arya knew that behind those dark grey eyes, the brain was processing a lot of information.‘What’s in your mind Rishabh?’ Arya looked uncertain.Rishabh exhaled but did not offer an answer.‘What is it? Are you not going to tell me?’ The uncertainty on Arya’sface rapidly turned into annoyance. ‘Are you w-worried that since I am not studying Engineering like you, I w-wouldn’t be able to process the stuff going on in that big brain of you
Meera’s left hand was trembling badly.She had a fleeting vision from the time when Mr Vishal Arora and his first wife had brought Esha into the family. Meera was standing at the door, her eyes fixed on the smiling baby, whose tiny fingers were extended towards her. The image was involuntarily replaced by Esha’s lusterless body gazing aimlessly into the emptiness of the room.She dried her eyes with the edge of her turmeric stained blue sari.‘You want to know what I was doing?’ asked Meera slowly. ‘I was in the kitchen with Jyoti. I was making tea and she was distributing it to the guests. She was supposed to make some snacks too. But she got engaged in a conversation with Mr Dhruv and I was getting late ... You might ask what I was getting late for ... TV serial, mother, son and daughter-in-law – big drama – I watch it every day at 5 pm. When Jyoti was back ... I dashed into the living room. The glass entrance door was open ... So, I closed it.’ She paused. ‘You might ask
The door opened and Naina walked in. She was lean and graceful, her long black hair, tipped with golden streaks, floated in waves till her midriff. Her sharp nose and mascara-coated lashes accentuated her allure and her tight blue top accentuated her firm body.‘Hello ...’ She almost whispered. Her voice soft yet clear like a small silver bell. The inspector almost rose to offer her the chair.‘Thank you, Miss Naina for coming in,’ the inspector smiled, something Rishabh and Arya saw for the very first time.‘It is not a problem at all. This setup Mr Inspector,’ she smiled, ‘looks exactly like an employment interview. Three people staring at a nervous candidate while she rummages her brain for a pre-rehearsed answer. It is actually quite intimidating.’ She smiled like an air hostess welcoming the passengers on board.‘Are you feeling intimidated, Miss Naina?’ the inspector shot his first question.‘No,’ she smirked. ‘Why should I be? Interviews are dicey affairs. Most
Murderer is a mystery/thriller novel by Kokku that follows the story of a killer who wants nothing but to kill Esha Arora and is not planning to stop until that goal is reached. But why does the killer want to murder her so much? Did she do something wrong that made the murderer go after her? Can she even survive? Read the novel to find out all the answers you are looking for.
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