The Cursed Shell

9

'It will start from the end.'

A brown bearded bald man walked inside the doors of his bungalow. The man had massive shoulders and his palms were as large as his foot.

His house in London looked old with decaying roots and algae stuck all around its exterior walls. Many adolescent students used to stop for a while to gaze at the bungalow while coming back from schools. For younger kids, the house was like a haunted–house.

The massive man liked his bungalow to be watched like this. This made him feel more mysterious. Once, a teen girl entered the bungalow and thought that there was no one in. She was never seen again by any being on Earth.

The massive man was an assassin recently appointed by an American whom he had never met, but, of course, had seen him and heard about him. The American had offered him more than a billion dollars if he does his work.

The assassin sat on a chair beside his study table with a cup of black–coffee. He was appointed to kill eight Sanskrit scholars after carefully stealing a marble stone each one had. After the assassin killed six scholars and gathered six stones from them, he found that the stones made a special shape. Although he didn't have all the stones, he understood that a conch–shell could be obtained by joining all the stones together. He kept all the six stones together joining from edge–to–edge. The shape obtained was 3D and it wasn't easy to keep the shape stable without sticking all the stones together with some kind of gum or something.

There was something scratched in Hindi on it. The assassin didn't know Hindi, but after some research, he got to know what it meant - it will start from the end.

However, the assassin had nothing to do with it. It didn't mean anything to him. But it meant a lot to the American who had appointed him.

The assassin just had to focus on his next target, Professor Luna Cluster. The American had already told him that there should be a difference of one day between each death.