Killing For Love

""the reunion revival""

You are 15 minutes late" Jasmine said. "Yes i know.... Wait why all of you came here........
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"Yes i know.... Wait why all of you came here." I became shocked, as everyone of my friend group came together

Sabrina, james, Neil, krish and sarah

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"'Why, are you not happy to see us?'

Sarah asked, her voice dripping with mock sadness. I smiled warmly, my eyes shining with genuine delight.

'No, I'm thrilled to see you all together again after so long!'

I exclaimed, opening my arms to embrace them. They're more than just friends - they're my support system, my confidants, my rocks. Whenever frustration or despair creep in, they're always there to offer a listening ear, a comforting word, and a reassuring presence. I'm grateful for their unwavering support and love."

"'Alright, guys! Let's order something delicious! And today, our lovely Dr. Jasmine has graciously offered to treat us to lunch!'

James announced, beaming with excitement. But his enthusiasm was quickly met with a surprised and playful outburst from Jasmine.

'Wait, what? Why me?!' she exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with mock indignation as she turned to James with a laugh.

'You're not getting off that easily, James!'"

Their banter was like a well-rehearsed comedy routine, with James and Jasmine playfully bickering like siblings. We couldn't help but be entertained by their silly squabble, and soon the whole table was in stitches. After twenty minutes of good-natured arguing, we finally decided to put an end to the charade and split the bill evenly. As we settled the check, our sides still aching from laughter, we couldn't help but appreciate the lighthearted dynamic that made our gatherings so special."

The ease of our conversation was disrupted by sabrina's enquiry about the killer, leaving me speechless and loss in my thought. I look at Sabrina and told about everything about the killer and how I ended up there and how we are save now .After sharing my story about the killer, concerned on their faces,

"Don't worry about me, I will report this to the police soon and ensure my safety. "

"Seconds later, I posed a question that seemed to catch them off guard:

'Is Harin still alive?'

Their confused expressions betrayed their thoughts - wasn't she declared dead after her car plunged into the river? Neil's curiosity got the better of him,

'Why are you asking this now?'

I locked eyes with him, my tone laced with conviction,

"'The person who saved me and Kiara told me that one of my friends had alerted them to our predicament. And I can't shake the feeling that Harin might still be alive - her body was never found that day, was it?''

Krish's words pierced my soul, a gentle but firm reminder of the harsh reality. "'We know you're sad, but you need to accept the truth.'"

My heart heavy with grief, I nodded slowly, the motion a silent acknowledgement of the pain that threatened to consume me. The truth was a burden I didn't want to bear, but I knew I had to face it head-on. Harin's fate was a wound that refused to heal, and my mind struggled to come to terms with the possibility that she might indeed be gone forever."

"Just as the conversation was starting to sag, Krish chimed in,

'Come on, guys! We all know it's been ages since we've had a chance to relax together. If we don't make the most of today, who knows when we'll get another chance? We're all busy with our own things, but let's not let that get in the way of having some fun!'

His words were like a breath of fresh air, and we couldn't help but laugh and let our guards down. The tension dissipated, and we were back to our usual selves. Just then, the waiter arrived with our food, and the delicious aromas wafting from the plates were the perfect distraction.

Sarah and I, always competitive, turned mealtime into a friendly competition, seeing who could finish their food first. The banter and laughter flowed freely, and for a while, we forgot about our worries and simply enjoyed each other's company."
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"The sound of cries and blows echoed through the room, a chilling testament to the horror unfolding within. A man, his face contorted in rage, struck a young woman, barely 30, with merciless ferocity.

'You're nothing but a curse!'

he bellowed, 'My biggest mistake was marrying you! I don't love you, I want a divorce!''

The woman, her body trembling with pain and fear, pleaded through tears,

'Please, don't say such things... our son is your child too...'

But her words fell on deaf ears. The man's vitriol only intensified, his anger fueled by a desire to claim her family's wealth and property.

'Your father will hand over his company and assets to our son, and I'll make sure to take it all!'

The woman's cries grew louder, her body weakening under the assault. Meanwhile, a silent witness watched from the shadows, frozen in horror, unable to intervene."

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