This story will only be continued by reader’s choice. It's a psychological thriller/ mental disorder murder story.
Most of the parts may include psychological disorders, murders, control freaks & disturbing stuffs.
Being a writer on a public platform it is my ethical responsibility to accept the response with open arms, so any type of response will be accepted.
I don't have any intention to display your favourite characters in negative or disgusting shade, so if anyone feels like I'm degrading the characters please discuss with me, if I fail to give a satisfactory answer, I'll discontinue or delete the story. But keep in mind the murders may have reasons and both the main characters are facing mental disorders.
So the journey will be like this. Both Hassena Malik and Karishma Singh characters are one of its kind and most beautifully written characters in modern days so please If I’m wrong anywhere, correct me without any hesitation, I’m open to discussion and will surely accept my mistake If I’m wrong anywhere. Thanks
Plus I have started another cute story do give it a read also.
Now Showtime!
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"This is fun" Karishma smirked and grabbed the shovel from my hand.
"Seriously? We're hiding a body!" I shouted at her and turned around to have a look at my surroundings. The moonless night made it hard to see through the grey tombstones, the eerily silent environment sent a shiver down my spine. I shut my eyes and covered my ears to block the faint noise of shovel digging through dusty ground.
Completely clueless and a hundred percent scared, I stared at my best friend, Karishma, who seemed to have a sudden change of personality and go on a killing spree? Is this her first time killing someone? Why would Karishma kill someone? Who is the person Karishma killed? A dozen of questions ran through my mind.
"See, your instincts are great" Karishma smiled after she threw the shovel towards me and unknowingly my hands caught the shovel with perfect grip without wasting a second.
"What?" I quickly dropped the shovel on the ground afraid to leave my fingerprints on it, more than that I want to leave. Why did I even pick her call in the middle of the night?
"I meant you have fast reflexes, that will help us" Karishma kneeled next to the body and opened the body bag, (from where did she get a body bag??) to reveal a guy with a deep wound on his forehead. Dried blood covered his face, his eyes shut forever. The body was still and calm for a minute, I thought it would spring back to life. I stood there wide-eyed, instinctively my hands over my mouth to suppress a gasp when I saw the face of the guy.
"You killed a pizza-delivery guy!!" I was stunned when the white t-shirt and logo of our local pizzeria stained with blood caught my sight. The guy must have arrived at Karishma's place to deliver pizza or worst, Karishma just attacked her out of nowhere?
Something is wrong, not just wrong but totally out of order, she is out of her mind. Her smile and tone are just different. She is not the Karishma I used to know.
