Chapter : 1

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Words may lie but eyes don't.

Hi, I am ……., I can’t tell you anything about me, not even my name, but all I can say is that I am a contract killer, “I will and I can kill some one who is above sixteen years of age, of course not for free”,

people often says that  killers are psychos but I want to say that, “a psycho is residing in each and every person”. “One day a woman came to me and asked me to kill his husband and also cut his private parts ”,

I asked her out of curiosity,
“killing someone is fine but why do you want his private parts?

“I want to preserve them”  she replied,

Any way let me tell you a story, no no, not a story, but an instance that happened with me, one evening I mixed vodka in tea and was about to taste it but then some one knocked at my door, I opened the door and saw a depressed man standing, actually it was a Sunday so I looked at him and said “listen today is Sunday and on Sundays, like every govt. and private. Employee I too take a day off, so please don’t disturb me, come and meet me on some working day”.

He came again the next day and this time I let him in, he sat down on the couch and said “I want you to kill someone ”

Ok, show me the photograph and give me the details of that person, I said

He showed me his photograph !!!

“Now tell me, you want a painfull death or an anaesthetic death? ”

“ kill me the way through which my soul can leave my body as soon as possible “ he replied.

Our conversation was over, I got all the information that is required to plan a murder, after that he got up to leave but then he looked at me and asked me to accompany him, I didn’t asked him “where”, instead I followed him, he sat on the driving seat and I was on the seat next to him, after driving for around thirty minutes, car stopped near a grave yard, he stepped down from the car and asked me to come along , we entered into the grave yard and after walking around for hundred meters he stopped near a grave and the name “Diya purohit” was inscribed on it .

I asked him “who is she” ,

“My girlfriend ”he replied,

“Why are we here"

After killing me, you have to bury me next to her, and for that you will get extra money, he replied,

I agreed and understood that

she is his girlfriend, she died may be in an accident or after suffering from a death prone disease, after her death he was feeling lonely in this world, so he hired me to kill him and bury him next to her so that at least there they can rest peacefully ”

but I was wrong…

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