The clock struck midnight. Haseena was restless as usual. Haseena with her hands had shot Anubhav Singh 10 days ago. Her brain had accepted him as a traitor.
But her conscious was telling her a different story. A part of her was still not ready to believe what had actually happened. She was suffering. A millon questions were left unanswered and to sleep soundly without finding answers to them was not in her nature.
Her whiteboard was filled with crosses and circles as if marking a target. Background noise consisted of continues beeps from a heart rate monitor and the rapid rise and fall of breath of a patient. The muffled sounds of the ward boys and nurses on the night shift was audible.
But where was she and what was she planning to do?
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Hello everyone!
As you can see I am back. Law and literature might go hand in hand but trust me managing these together is a big task...
I apologise for the delay and sorry for ghosting you all!!! But I am working on many things right now and this a very random, unplanned series or a short collection.
I don't know how well I'll execute the plan as I have lost touch with writing and might not make a great impact on you all... So bear with me for a while...
Adios, Jai mahakal 🧿❤️
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Kaizen
FanfictionThe philosophy of continuous improvement. Here you will find some delicate carving of human relations, coping up with grief, some expectations meeting the reality 🍂 Hope you all get what you all are thriving for. 🧿🪬
