“No it’s perfectly alright, you have done enough for me. And it’s getting pretty late, you need to be with your mother. See you then, good night!” “Oh, okay! Good night. See you on Monday!” Kabir said as he watched Amaya hurry to the cab. “Text me once you are home!” he shouted and Amaya […]
Murder Stories
Short Story: Subject Number Seven (Part IV)
Amaya guided him with directions and soon they reached her apartment building. Kabir once again got out of the car to go and open the door for her. “Hmmm, I could get used to such chivalry you know. It is rare after all,” Amaya said. “We aim to please, my lady. Always,” Kabir said with […]
Short Story: Subject Number Seven (Part III)
After having changed into his favourite grey t-shirt and navy blue cotton track pants he finally sat down on his bed and stared lovingly at the wall opposite. A major section of the wall was populated with pictures of Amaya, his subject number seven. Adjacent to the wall was a study table with a lamp, […]
Short Story: Subject Number Seven (Part II)
As the tables around him cleared, he was done with his sandwich. Before heading back he fished out his phone again. The voice note said, “August 17th, met subject seven at the office canteen. She seems to be trying to be polite and be a part of the group. But her smile doesn’t reach her […]
Short Story: Subject Number Seven (Part I)
Kabir stood at the edge of the terrace, his loose tie fluttering in the wind. Through the smoke of his cigarette, he looked at the cityscape with its twinkling lights, wondering once again if what he had done was right. Staring at the horizon his thoughts travelled back to the fateful rainy day when he […]