It had been a while now. Six years since we broke up but this girl is a
psycho. I mean she is absurd. She still calls me and texts me. No matter
how many times I change my number, she still pops up from nowhere. God!
Save me! I pushed away her nasty thoughts and concentrated on my paper
work.
A week later, when her level of insanity had finally
crossed limits, I decided to fly back to Delhi and end it for once and
all.
It was Monday when I landed up there. The first thing I
did was to rush to her PG. Her roomate opened the door and greeted me
with a not-so-happy smile. I flashed a fake smile in reply.
''Where's Sanya? I need to talk to her!'' I shot.
''You don't know?'' Her eyes popped out. ''She is dead. She committed
suicide a week after you left her...ditched her!'' I stood there
shocked and aghast. Horrified and terrified by the truth I ran back to
the airport. My phone rang!
''Sanya Calling''
Good Night People
😲
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