[Highest Rank - 34]
An insomniac writer, looking for a new story, crosses paths with a mysterious girl who engages him in an infamous serial murder case, and brings him to a point where he begins to question his own Sanity.
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~Inakshi~
Inakshi thought of screaming out on top of her lungs but she somehow managed to control her anger and sat back to relax. She was about to put her phone on flight mode and a message popped up. Contents of the message were scary enough to give her severe headaches, because her boss, Mr. A.K Pradhan, who sent her to Surat to handle his international clients and to finalize the deal now wanted to see the full report by evening. It was next to impossible because Inakshi had already made her plans.
She cursed her job and her boss and took out her workbook to prepare some outline for the report. It was going to be tiring work and that's why she wanted to skip it.
She was really hoping to meet Kalpit, and although she wouldn't accept, she really missed him. She would remember their late night bridge walks and unexplained hugs. Had he carried some phone, she would have definitely disturbed him all day, but he didn't.
She knew he would be waiting for her at Owlet Café but there was no way she could finish the report on time, present it to her boss, bear his loud tantrums and then run all the way to the café to meet him.
But she did it anyway. A part of her job was to make perfect use of time, and she was good at it. The report didn't just impress her boss but also raised the chances of her salary increment. She was happy and headed straight to the café with a bag full of cookies and novels. She knew it was late but there were still chances that he would be there.
Surprisingly, he never really asked for his diary back and it stayed with Inakshi, which allowed her to read it in full details during her stay in Surat. It wasn't a regular diary but a collection of unfinished stories and bizarre characters.
A girl in the cafe. A black cat. A crazy landlady. Some detective named Kaizan.
Everything was puzzling and out of order. She concluded that these must be small elements of the novel he was trying to write. Some were real experiences and some were imaginary, and some were just metaphors. There was a mention of talking cat somewhere, which she found really ridiculous.
However, the black lake was something that still remained a mystery to her. Although Kalpit narrated the story to her, yet it remained like an unsolved puzzle. She had lots of questions to ask him.
The café wasn't really far from her office so she didn't take the cab. It was almost midnight and the road was dark. She preferred walking slow but she hurried up. It was only in midway, she heard a noise and she turned back. She saw a car moving in her directions but since its headlights were on, she couldn't see the driver's face.
