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Phone keeps ringing. "Tring, Tring, Tring"! No one answers but a voicemail saying - "Hi! this is Shweta, please leave me a message after the tone" .... Beep!
The next evening Shweta finds herself, all tied up, alone in a forfeited junkyard. She tries to free herself but finds helpless everytime and screams, "Help, help, some one help please"! She is in panic, she have no idea how she got there or why.
Someone steps up in the place, it's dark and when came close, Shweta recognised him to be Arun. She nervously excited asked Arun to help her but Arun who was a happy cool guy now loaded with rage as if he was his own clown.
Shweta cried out of insecurity," Arun, please! let me go. What have i done! What's my fault! ..Okay, i am sorry for that day, i couldn't accept you because i am with Ravi. I thought we were good friends."
Arun insane with rage shouts, "Shut up! .. You should love me, only me, no one else".
Saying that he took out his grandfather's old revolver cocks it and shoots all the six rounds yelling, " If you can't be mine, i will not let you be of others".
I'm here to deliver the Tuesday prompt (again) so please write us another!
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