She realised that the light rush of the signature at the bottom was getting blurred due to the sudden flow of her eyes.
* * *
It was a little after two that she reached home. The headache had not subsided and there was a lilting pain in her eyes. She quietly went upstairs and decided to take a nap for sometime.
But sleep was far from her mind. She lay there for close to an hour and did not even catch a wink. Her head was filled with weird questions. All going in circles, in loops. And she knew that there was a concentric reason pattern in all. Her conscious refusing to accept the central theme.
Why did I flinch when he touched me? Why is it that there is this photograph always in the cupboard? Why do I think they are all against me? Why Azhar out of all the people? What did mother mean when she said, he is a bad influence? Is there more to him than I know? Why do they never believe me that the man died twice? Will I ever know the truth behind his murder? Why do I want to know the truth behind his mother? Who is he to me that bother so much?
Her mind was bursting with answers. Like it knew everything, every detail and wanted to narrate it all to her. But then her conscious played hide and seek like always. Leaving the thoughts trail only to end with questions.
Because some truths have no business to be revealed.
* * *
“The murder motive is not very clear. He had left his house around eight after having dinner. He had gone out under the pretext of going out for a walk. And he had stumbled upon a few friends on way. They had shared a couple of beers and then the group split for a walk back home. Of course no one knew why he had not returned home but rather stray deep into the jungle,” the police inspector was sipping his whiskey on the side and narrating whatever details about the case he had concluded.
“He was not alone while going into the jungle,” Saraswat spoke in a monotonous voice.
“What do you mean by that?” the police inspector spoke surprisingly.
“How much money do you need to shut this case officer?” he replied still maintaining bland tone.
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Money to shut the case……….something is fishy.
Well *mouth shut*
I agree with Kalpana – a very fishy tale.
hehe glad you guys didn’t say a very fishy author đ
What? Money….bribes…this is taking an unexpected turn now.Where’s the next part woman? I’m going hysterical !
Hehe wait and watch đ
Hmmmmmmmm, something is fishy
Seems to be the flavor of the comments so far đ
Girl! Where are you leading us…??
Hehe wait and watch đ
I haven’t read the previous parts… will try and run through them.. But this part seems interesting..
I hope you like the rest of it too đ
Very interesting… my only concern was the title as “The Philospher’s Stone” has already been used by JK Rowling. Does that matter at all? (Probably not)
There is a missing ‘o’ in the name đ
something fishy going on…who killed him? Everyday my suspicion changes đ
There in lies my achievement! đ
Oh! That’s some twist!! Whodunit??
Let’s see! đ
Now here is an unexpected twist!! Who did it and money to keep quiet…Oooo..this is good!! ♥
haha thanks Kathy đ
Okay…so who’s dunnit? This keeps us hanging…
Ha! it does đ đ
Next part! Next part! Can’t wait! đ
hahaha đ