A cool wind blew through the lone window of the room making the gauzy white curtain flutter. Streetlamps cast an orange glow which illuminated the face of the young girl standing by the window. She looked over the small square park, surrounded by houses on all sides, now deserted of the kids that played in it during the day.
She found this weather much more pleasing than the daytime when the May sun threatened to burn anyone daring to go out during the cruel Delhi summer. These nights reminded her of the days when there would be a power cut in the area and her family- mummy, papa, dada and dadi-would spread mats and play carom board on the terrace. she missed those gone by times. How pleasant they were.
She stood there staring into the night with only the sound of crickets and whistling of wind to keep her company, completely unaware of the figure that stood in one corner of the park shrouded in the trees' shadow looking up at her. As if feel the stranger's eyes on her she turned in that direction seeing no one as he stepped further back into the dark shelter provided by the trees.
Slightly unsettled she turned to the clock in her room with its hands showing the time to be well past three in the morning. She had no sleep in her eyes but still decided to lie down not wanting to be groggy in school tomorrow.
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The Only Heir
Mystery / ThrillerMonths after tragedy hit her family, Meera is trying to bring her life slowly back to normal. But as it turns out, life isn't ready to leave her in peace just yet. This girl from Delhi is informed that she isn't even who she has always thought herse...
