In Love With...a Murderer?
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I picked up the sunflower and started plucking its petals.
'A murderer, or not, a murderer, or not?' I said to myself.
I knew this was childish. It was the last petal. I gently stroked the last petal. A murderer.
'Damn flowers to decide for me.' I cut off the last petal. A murderer. I cut off the top of the stalk. Not. I stood up. I knew what I had to do. I needed to...
Sewa is a girl in her early twenties. Her bestie's cousin died almost one year after her wedding to a rich business man. The bride's cousins were devastated and very suspicious of her cousin's widowed husband, considering the strange circumstances surrounding her death. All evidence points to the rich widower, Mr. James Darlington. So Sewa is sent by her cousins on a mission( cue dramatic music)... to find out whether he did kill his wife, by getting close to him. In her search for justice, she finds God and the chance of love.
Will she bring her to justice or will she not be able to turn him in, because she was...
....in love with a murderer?
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