It was a dark Diwali night of narkachaudas. With the second wave of corona hitting, it would be more frightening to move and meet.
Family and friends were stationed away at their natives.
He was a lone star, dreams of Demon and Dracula cursed him with nightmares being accustomed to hallucination.
He was an ardent believer in God and had strong faith. How the schizophrenic attack made him feel was difficult to interpret. Hallucinations troubled him and depressed him as a single he spent his life.
With all the wealth he had nothing to live up to.
Till the nurse attendant came to his rescue. She was a divine goddess in disguise as she called herself Radhika when she was about to leave him after years of service.
His only hope had entered the world of venom, he felt entangled in love and hate. She was getting married to a guy next door childhood friend of PI.
They had met at his home, he felt cheated and desperate for love. Radhika was a pure soul who never played any trick on him or used him.
How could he let her go... In cold blood as her body lay making her funeral pyre. Under the cover of the gunshot, he hid under the sound of crackers.
For none could ever guess about the plot. He had silenced her and was ready to bond with her as he entered the fire where her body lay covered with wood.
Nothing remained just ashes, no one knew anything about where he disappeared.
It was said that he was seen on Diwali nights at his haunted house playing music and dancing with her beloved year after year...
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