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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Wed, May 20, 2020
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Mystery
I have been writing stuffs for a long time. I usually write rhetorical subjects, this is the first time I tried writing something like this. This is a thriller, mystery and suspense story generally written in short without substantial detailing but is very easy to understand if read carefully. Try to pin out the details to understand the story, there are twists you'll love. If you don't understand the story read it again, eventually you'll understand and that while your mind will lead you to trance and that will feel better. 💕 *Spoiler* In the story Kastuv was a extroverted guy who has a friend, sakar. Sakar is very contemplative and introverted. As they were bestfriend from very long time, kastuv used help sakar with the talking thingy. One day at the club Sarkar sees a girl he wanted to talk but being of a different nature he couldn't make a move. But, Kastuv who was supposed to talk on the behalf of Sakar doesn't really talks for Sakar but for himself. Sakar had a hidden feelings for Amii, despite the fact that she was dating Kastuv. After a year of relationship with Amii Kastuv find outs that Sakar and Amii were cheating on him. Kastuv cannot control his aggression and kill both Amii and Sakar. After killing them he blames himself for all these incident and starts to think what would have happened if he had given Sakar a chance. He would still have a bestfriend but now he realizes he lost his best people out of aggression. And the part why Amii and Sakar cheated and how come Sakar and Amii fell for each other has not been showcased in the story because Kastuv killed them immediately after finding out they were cheating, didn't even thought of asking why and later he regrets about not asking why they cheated. As he made many mistakes, so he tries to make up for it in his head by making different situations in "what ifs". Note : Looking forward for the feedback. Lots of love, and do let me know your theories and questions.
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