Tears were trickling down her face. Rain was sweeping the public ground, in the middle of which i stood. The thunder was mocking me. I never felt this weak, yet strong.
Her father did not like me. He died this morning. Everything that i did for the past two years was to impress him. She killed him. She loved me . She was scared of our intimacy. I did not estimate her fear. She called up the police.
This is my favourite ground. I used to play here since the time we became friends. The jeep would be here anytime soon. Would the investigators be able to find my traces at the crime scene? Would i be able to walk away free?
Her father was not that sort of guy. She lost her mother at the age of five. When he touched her that day, she never knew. He had a folded poster of 'Chandni' in it. She was trying a sari for the office function tomorrow.
We had met the day when Sridevi had decided to come back to Bollywood. Her grace had blessed us. Her hands were shivering and shy when she took the letter from me. I was proud to convert the maths tuition class into a haven of affection.
The inspector got out of the jeep. I confessed.
