Aaditya sensed a presence in the overgrown thicket surrounding the palace and inside the compound. He turned sharply and spotted something red.
He patted his pocket absent mindedly every now and then. Just feeling the little box close to his heart filled him with happiness. And each time he did,
A bead of perspiration rolled down John’s face. The hot midsummer night was unusually humid. He wiped the sweat off with the back of his hand
Short Story Suspense: “There’s this weird devilish face like thing in the corner, the light fell on it and it caught me off guard” I said by way of explanation