The diary is behind the clock in house no 24 of your lane, said an unknown voice and disconnected.
This was a wrong number as true caller also displayed no known acquaintances. But I was intrigued by the message conveyed by that unknown call.
House no. 24 was just a few houses away from mine.
Curiousity got the better of me and I scaled the wall of the house that was locked since past many years.
Luck was with me as the side door of the house was open.
My heart beating fervently I entered the house to find a diary lying there on the floor just behind the locked door, as if someone had pushed it from the gap underneath the door.
The diary was astonishing and caught me unawares and dumbfounded and in a dilemma.
But I chose the right thing and today I am the biggest dealer ( you may call me pimp) of supplying girls to high profile clients.

© Anuj Jain
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