Mysterious Death

Mysterious Death

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Everyone said it was an accident, but I know it was a murder. Police may have shut the case file but I would keep searching for the culprit. There's no stopping until justice is served. Curious to know who was murdered? It was a girl named Maira, who is none other than ME. Yes! It's Me👻 I may have died but my ghost won't rest until it haunts down my murderer. Read this story if you want to become my partner as we search for the murderer and reveal the mystery behind my death. Mature because it contains topics like domestic violence, caste discrimination, bullying, etc. ~~~•~~~ This story is only published on Wattpad app. If you are reading this from any other site then please beware of the possible malware risk. ~~~•~~~ Awards: 🥇 Winner in The lilies awards- Mystery Genre. 🥇First place- The Dreamer Awards 2021 🥇First place- Blossom Awards 2023 -Mystery. 🥈 Second place in The Debutante Awards 2022- Mystery Genre.
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❝Bhoot pisach nikat nahi aavey, Mahavir jab naam sunavey...❞ It was late at night, when I heard a knock on the window. I froze hearing the knock. Slowly, I got up from my study table and tiptoed toward my bed, trying to decide if I should check the window. But something told me not to, so I climbed on the bed instead. I'm not opening that window. I know how in horror movies, the main character hears some creepy noise and runs straight towards it. Like hello? do they not care there could be a whole-ass ghost waiting to jump on them? Another knock. I squeezed my eyes shut, gripping the blanket tightly. If this is how I die, I swear I'm haunting the ghost back. I was on the verge of running to wake up my parents when I heard a sneeze and then... my name whispered slowly. "Pratiksha." It clicked in an instant. Oh god! I shot up from the bed, hurriedly unlocking and opening the window. Before I could even react, he tumbled through and fell directly on the floor with a thud. I gasped in shock, half laughing but also panicking at the sight of him in my room. "How did you-" I started to ask, but he quickly clamped his hand over my mouth. I stared at him. He leaned in closer and whispered, "Don't make noise, or we'll both be in trouble." What. Is. Happening. ~~~ If overthinking was a sport, she would have won every time. He, on the other hand, one moment, he was the smoothest guy around. The next, he was doing something completely silly just for fun. Together, they were like a perfect mess. But a twist of destiny tore them apart. Six years later, they met again, the love that once bloomed was now buried under layers of hatred, from both sides. Could they move past the hurt, the anger and the six years that had turned them into stranger?

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