#WritcoStoryChallenge
The painting was yellowed with rounded edges. It was a masterpiece and it was lying in my hand. Wait, have I stolen it? I don't remember...
I have a blur picture of Last night in my mind. oh! why can't I just remember what had happened yesterday!
I must ask Samira, one of my close friend.
hello..... Samira,
hii , she replied
would you please do me a favor? actually I don't remember yesterday's incident. what had happened actually?
are you serious , she asked me.
ya..., but why?
meet me at laccy garden. we will talk out.
I went out to meet her, but her words left me astonished. I came back. the only thought which was in my mind is , how could Rahul...