Read, Write & Publish Short Stories
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The vibration of the cell phone against his wooden desk patiently tried to awaken him, and Raghav caught it, just before it kissed the ground.
“Hello,” he said groggily. The news was not good. Things were becoming worse.
Srinivasan was running out of time, he decided to propose to Apsara and officially meet her family to talk about marriage the next day. He wanted to bring her into his life.
He placed the briefcase on the table and it took only a second for his body to go limp, his sweaty fat fingers refused to believe that the keys to the safe vault were no more in the pocket of his kurta.
As she started eating, she felt a slight movement from the corner of her eye. She looked up peering into the window holding the light close to her face.
