The three of them stood before the door as Raman got impatient." I think something is wrong.Why is she not opening the door?"
"It is 3 in the morning.You know it takes time, We are normal human beings unlike you.Wonder where didya get this detective from" Prashi shrugged as Pottu managed a chuckle.
"You wouldn't think the same if you happen to have a mind like mine" Raman asserted.
"What is it again?" they both asked together.
"On August 23rd, Isha didnt write anything" He said.
Pottu's heart skipped a beat."What are you babbling about" Prashi angrily asked.
"But we just saw" Pottu questioned...
"Open the door.I'll let you know.Open the damn door first" Raman spatted.
"Im trying" Prashi grew impatient has he slammed his fist against the door.Pottu looked at both of them.He fumbled in his pockets and took out a key.The slamming stopped.Pottu was being stared at by 2 curious pairs of eyes.
"This is a duplicate key I brought along with me.Just in case.Sasha gave it to me long back.She had the original one though but wanted me to keep the duplicate" Pottu said as Raman snatched it and unlocked the door in seconds.They were now inside.It was dark.All lights were turned off.Prashi moved towards the wall and turned on the switch.Nothing happened.
"Turn on your cell phones" Raman commanded as Prashi n Pottu followed.They were in the drawing room and Prashi felt his leg brush against the blunt edge of the sofa.He heard a click as Raman turned on his torch.The first beam of light fell on the frozen and petrified face of Sasha.Her eyes were swollen.Prashi was taken aback.He tried to control the abruptly spawned feeling which began in his spine and traversed up as it made the hair on the back of his neck to rise and culminated to an explosion when it reached the heart.Prashi felt his hands shiver with the emperor of all emotions, fear.The moment Pottu saw the hollow-lifeless face of his friend, he knew he was going to let out a scream which would surpass the limit of his trachea.Raman on the other hand didnt avert the beam's focus.He came to a mental standstill.He was nonplussed.He turned to Prashi who also seemed to be disconcerted.Pottu collapsed and started crying.It was an appaling sight as he felt two cold hands on his shoulders.He got up as puddles of tears reached his lips.
"What the fuck is this?" he asked as he felt the bitterness in the otherwise salty tears.Neither of them answered....
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