As the thunder roared, she stuck the knife deep in his neck. The bright blood splattered, followed by regrets. She was frozen for a while. The lightning struck once again and she saw his round eyes staring back at her. His gaze was as cold as his body. She ran. The law was trailing her but not him. She should've stayed home. *** Malik died on one rainy night. There were two women at the crime scene with different narrations of what happened that night to Malik. Thunder after thunder roared along with the loudest cry and the triumphant smile. Who killed Malik? *** Completed Story