Murderer
Anubhav sipped water from a bottle.
Annette still dazed from the act of exhaustion, put her arms around him and whispered in his ears, ‘Senza di te la mia vita non ha senso.’ She kissed him on his cheeks.
‘I don’t know Spanish, sweetie.’
‘It is Italian, my love. It means, without you, my life has no meaning.’ They made love again ...
Five days later, Anubhav was having lunch in Annette’s apartment.
She was staring gloomily outside the apartment window. ‘I should have known ... I should have ...’ she muttered under her breath. She couldn’t
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