No Loss of Blood
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A bloody tale, though there is no loss of blood. A tale of a successful cop, who is puzzled at the patterns of deaths in NNN. In this story, I call this successful police officer, Vetrivel, who is sincere too. After hunting down the monstrous beasts in the name of encounter, he is posted in his mother's home town, NANGAINAGANALLOOR. With his wedding only few months from then, his mother is not interested to send him. Because, Vetri's betrothed, Saivalli's family stays there. Nangainaganalloor is only 25 Km away from Singaramallapalli. Gowtham dies first. He is an America return young man. His sister and mother still cry, though it was five months back, he expired..... sorry sorry landed under the feet of divinity. His death was unnatural but not weird. The next death was of Raja, who came last month to look after his father's business. His death was weird and unnatural. Sarath is very young but is very energetic. He is a technocrat. His death is highly weird. Are only men targeted? No...... Swarna's death is weird but not unnatural. Who is Swarna? Is Swarna, the only woman dead? In a place, where the entire population relies upon supernatural powers, why is it essential for Vetri to go there? Pressure from superiors. He could not escape.... Will Vetri succeed in bringing the murderer to light? Can Vetri help his senior officers out? Yes, he will... do you think the same? Join me for Vetri's hunting expedition to slay down the murderer at NNN.
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