#WritcoStoryPrompt30
For a timeless moment, he was suspended within the confines of his car. Then gravity took over with a force that sent the vehicle hurtling down the face of the ravine.
"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." His broken apology flew down with the blood spewing from his lips...
It was too late.
A deafening crash. A swift scurry of footsteps ensued as several from the small hilly town gathered at the scene of "accident."
"Who is this? How did this happen? Is he breathing? Hey, you, can you help us lift him out of the vehicle at least?" muttered a confused jardon of several voices in the local language.
"Where's the nearest hospital? Let us take this guy out & take him to the nearest hospital. Remember, if a non regional spots us right now, they might think we did this whe thing."
"You're right. Careful there, poor fellow's lost so much of blood already!"
"Do you think he is still----?"
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And so it was. The news spread into the country like wildfire. A man in his late 30s had been brutally killed in a remote town at the foothills of the Himalayas. His body had been retrieved by locals, but he was declared dead on arrival at the hospital.
"The question of the evening is this!" An intrigued voice rang out through the buzz of the media studio. "Who killed Raghunath? We gather his family also lovingly called him as Raghu, so-so,...