I leaped to open the door. Ayesha blocked my feet with hers, I stumbled and hit my head on the floor.
She jumped on me and plunged the knife like a dagger in my back.
She pulled it out and did it again.
This time I saw my own blood flowing on the floor from my body.
I tried to get up with all the strength my poor body and she pulled it out once again and pushed it right through my neck.
My vision blurred. My eyes slowly closed on their own.
All the pain, the urge, the strength, the mystery suddenly was a thing of the past. My body didn't care about anything anymore.
My soul was drifting far away from it all.
Far far far away.
To dadi.
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The Mysteries Of dadi
Mystery / ThrillerWaseem's normal life in New Delhi takes a complicated turn when his dadi (grandmother) passes away. Down to Kolkata at his childhood summer house, is he ready to uncover the mysteries of his dadis death?
