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soon  as  I  lay  on  Raghav’s  shoulder  with  my  eyes  closed,  I  could  hear  the  loud  sniffing  sound
               coming   out  from  his  breath.  My  heart  was  palpitating  when  Raghav  tried  to  carry  me  and
               walk  away  from  the  pub.  As  soon  as  we  reached  his  hostel,  Raghav  placed  me  onto  his  bed.  I
               started  to  complain  about  his  body  odour  rudely  with  my  drunk  acting  so  that  he  would  take  a
               shower.  Everything  went  according  to  my  plan.  After  he  went  into  the  bathroom,  I  searched
               his  whole  room  quickly  and  found  these  tied  hairs  in  his  drawer  at  the  corner  of  the  room.  I
               quickly  placed  the  hair  into  my  bag  and  lay  back  onto  the  bed.  When  Raghav  came  out  of  the
               bathroom,  I  acted  like  I  was  awake  and  scolded  him  rudely  for  taking  me  to  his  hostel  without
               my  permission.  I  left  his  hostel  as  fast  as  I  could,  hoping  that  he  would  not  notice  anything
               weird  and  caught  me  in  the  middle  of  the  road.  Here  is  the  shocking  part  of  all  this,  those
               college  girls  who  have  gone  missing  for  months  as  reported  in  the  news  have  the  same  hair
               colours   as   the   hair   in   my   bag.

               In  the  silent  room,  I  could  clearly  hear  my  heart  was  beating  faster  as  I  read  the  last  sentence:
               “I  will  leave  my  choice  for  you.”  My  vision  went  blurry  as  I  never  once  thought  before  that
               this  lovely,  handsome,  funny  guy  who  always  hugged  and  kissed  me  would  lie  to  me.  The
               worst  part  was  could  it  be  Raghav  who  murdered  Jhanvi?  Wait  a  second,  Raghav  asked  me  to
               enter  the  cinema  alone  first  without  him  because  of  his  stomach  pain  yesterday.  It  was  the
               perfect   time   for   murder!

               “IDIOT!  YOU  SHOULD  HAVE  GIVEN  IT  TO  THE  POLICE!”  I  shouted  to  the  air  while
               tears   streamed   down   my   cheeks.   Without   a   second   thought,   I  grabbed  the  box  and  house
               keys,  trying  to  dash  out  from  the  house  immediately.  There  he  is,  Raghav  stood  in  front  of  me
               at  the  moment  I  opened  the  door.  I  was  frozen  on  the  spot  when  Raghav’s  eyes  were  staring
               into  mine.  He  was  clearly  not  the  Raghav  I  knew  anymore.  The  person  who  was  standing
               right   in   front   of   me   was   a   cold-hearted,   psychopath   murderer.   Raghav’s   malignant   smile
               made   me   feel   uncomfortable   and   I   knew   that   if   I   did   not   take   any   action   first,   he   would.

               “Gotcha~”  That  was  the  last  word  he  said  to  me.  At  the  speed  of  light,  I  tried  to  close  the
               door  as  fast  as  I  could  but  Raghav’s  built-up  body  was  strong  enough  to  shove  the  door  open.
               I  was  thrown  backwards  as  the  impact  was  too  strong.  Fear  and  anger  were  mixed  in  my  body
               when  Raghav  grabbed  both  of  my  arms  tightly.  I  struggled  with  all  my  might  but  it  was  no
               use,  instead,  Raghav  tried  to  put  even  more  pressure  on  my  arms.  I  felt  a  stinging  pain  on  my
               left  arm  while  Raghav  tried  to  reach  for  the  box.  Suddenly,  something  snapped  and  my  eyes
               burst  open  and  there  he  was,  lying  on  the  bed  alongside  me,  caressing  my  left  arm  with  his
               fingernails.   I   asked   him   where   the   box   was.

               There   was   a   flicker   of   surprise   in   his   eyes   before   it   faded   into   a   phony   expression   of
               confusion.  He  stayed  silent  and  started  smelling  my  hair  like  he  always  did.  I  got  up,  trying  to
               absorb  and  process  it  all,  and  went  in  to  wash  my  face.  I  felt  the  cold  water  run  over  my  face
               and  jolt  me  back  to  reality,  one  where  Jhanvi  was  still  dead  as  far  as  I  could  recall.  As  I  wiped
               my  wet  face,  and  fresh  beads  of  cold  perspiration  condensed  on  my  forehead  as  I  saw  that
               menacing   smile   in   the   mirror.












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