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THE LAST BREATH
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I blinked as I regained consciousness. I had hit my head hard, or had someone hit me? Then I realised I was holding a bloody knife in my hand.
The knife was bathed in raw blood.
The bastard was lying motionless. Yes. He is dead. I have killed him. A couple of minutes back. His last attack has gotten me unconscious for few minutes. I know, probably the cops will come here in no time now. They will arrest me. They will match my fingerprints with the one in the knife. And then the evidence will yell its consent against me. But do I really deserve this?
Well, then I must start from the very begining, the crude scratch.
I am Neha. Neha Tripathy. A girl who hailed from the suburbs of Himachal Pradesh. I was born in a town painted by mountains on all sides. Mornings were snow capped, nights gave chills of winter wave. It is a small town in northern Himachal Pradesh. People from around the country came here to spend their vacations. Yes you got it right. Its Manali. My hometown.
My dad had a small business of woolen cloths and it was mostly supported by the tourists.
Once, a tourist bus came to Manali. It had its origin from Delhi and the tourists were from a software company in Delhi. It was their official trip to Manali.
It was a monday. I had already completed my graduation so had a couple of free days to help out dad in his business. I was adding through the sales figures and the balance sheet of the month.
Hi, do you have jackets with pure fur inside? A young man with dark eyes, masculine face and a stout body spoke
in an intrepid voice. I looked up. I was alone in the shop as dad went for some household chores and asked me to take care for sometime alone. I replied in a mild but assured voice. Yes sir, we do have such items in our stock. Will you please specify your budget range. It will be easier for me to show you the right items that will fit your needs.
Well, generally I don't have budgets but since you insist, I want the best one. Ok Sir, in that case you can try out this marron jacket. It is made of pure fur and pure leather. It is the best in this entire market of Manali.
O wow, its worth praising. How much does it cost? It is bit expensive sir. It costs 25000 bucks. Ok madam, please pack it for me. I would like to buy it.
Sure sir....
I blinked as I regained consciousness. I had hit my head hard, or had someone hit me? Then I realised I was holding a bloody knife in my hand.
The knife was bathed in raw blood.
The bastard was lying motionless. Yes. He is dead. I have killed him. A couple of minutes back. His last attack has gotten me unconscious for few minutes. I know, probably the cops will come here in no time now. They will arrest me. They will match my fingerprints with the one in the knife. And then the evidence will yell its consent against me. But do I really deserve this?
Well, then I must start from the very begining, the crude scratch.
I am Neha. Neha Tripathy. A girl who hailed from the suburbs of Himachal Pradesh. I was born in a town painted by mountains on all sides. Mornings were snow capped, nights gave chills of winter wave. It is a small town in northern Himachal Pradesh. People from around the country came here to spend their vacations. Yes you got it right. Its Manali. My hometown.
My dad had a small business of woolen cloths and it was mostly supported by the tourists.
Once, a tourist bus came to Manali. It had its origin from Delhi and the tourists were from a software company in Delhi. It was their official trip to Manali.
It was a monday. I had already completed my graduation so had a couple of free days to help out dad in his business. I was adding through the sales figures and the balance sheet of the month.
Hi, do you have jackets with pure fur inside? A young man with dark eyes, masculine face and a stout body spoke
in an intrepid voice. I looked up. I was alone in the shop as dad went for some household chores and asked me to take care for sometime alone. I replied in a mild but assured voice. Yes sir, we do have such items in our stock. Will you please specify your budget range. It will be easier for me to show you the right items that will fit your needs.
Well, generally I don't have budgets but since you insist, I want the best one. Ok Sir, in that case you can try out this marron jacket. It is made of pure fur and pure leather. It is the best in this entire market of Manali.
O wow, its worth praising. How much does it cost? It is bit expensive sir. It costs 25000 bucks. Ok madam, please pack it for me. I would like to buy it.
Sure sir....
