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Chessboard Slayer

Chessboard Slayer

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Fiction
Mystery
It's a MYSTERY-CRIME THRILLER story . . 𝟨 𝙟𝙪𝙣𝙚𝟣𝟫𝟪𝟨 , 𝘼𝙣𝙙𝙖𝙢𝙖𝙣 , 𝙄𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙖 Evil is wicked....But for every wickedness there is goodness.... likewise admist the rain there stood the hope....The hundred year old Famous church built in 1886....The hope of millions.... As it was a Sunday...the pray was going on at the church...The people were praying for their goodwill... As the pilgrims were arriving one by one.... There came a women holding an umbrella with a heavy pregnant belly to the church... keeping the umbrella at entrance...she entered the church putting a veil.... She went inside and sat on the bench along with other people...she closed her eyes... Her mind was at peace.... Feeling contend in what she is doing.....As all were raising after the prayer...... ........BOOM........ . . Story Started on : 18th December 2020 (on going) 《Note : Here in this story 'covid 19' had been end soon》
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"One Last Chance" They say that in the last seven minutes before death, a person relives their happiest memories. But as Sita lay bleeding, there was nothing-no warmth of family, no laughter of childhood. Only one face appeared. His. Trinod, the husband she thought she never loved. The man who had always been there-watching, protecting, loving her in silence. And now, he was dying in her arms. "It was always you sita. You are my world," he whispered, his blood staining her hands. Regret consumed her as the darkness took over. She had been blind to his love, blind to her own heart. And just as she wished for one more chance-to love him, to be loved by him-a second bullet found its mark. Death embraced her. Yet fate had other plans. For more, read the prologue. after,charcters introduction will be given don't skip them they plays the crucial role in this story Feel free to say what you think about my story even the bad review is also ok . It will help me to improve since it's my first story. __________________________________________ And one more thing I want to say is I am using ai to form sentences for me and getting help from ai but all the story is mine A friend suggested me to write the story in my own style. Thank you for giving this suggestion I will keep it in my mind and will write on my own when I learn everything. And I will try to write on my own in some chapters if the response is good I will try it . 🌷

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