STOPHERE📍

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  .deviantart.com H e received the letter while dreaming about his new project. The letter had fallen out of the bundle as he sorted out his weekly mail, and all this time it had been hiding between the mobile and the transfer letter bill. He picked up the letter from the carpet floor, and his breath froze, recognising the handwriting on the envelope. It was a slanted handwriting with every word pressed into the paper. He hesitated, deciding what to do, for he dreaded opening the letter, as he was sure in his heart about its content. It was time to go back! Time to keep his promise!  🎐 What kind of letter did an ex-gangster receive, and what promise did he make, and to whom? To read the full 'THE LETTER', click on the book  AMPUTATED MIND - A STORY TO TELL link.  https://notionpress.com/in/read/amputated-minds

alphacoders.com Arvind Shivpuri breathed out, his chest heaving as he gasped for air; he hated the life he was living. In the last six months, his life had turned into a nightmare, and he had started hating everything: his life, his work and his ex-wife Reema. The hard, cold bitch! Who left him for another man? “I hate you, Reema ” Arvind screamed. “Why do you hate her?” A voice came, and it echoed around the living room. Arvind didn't reply but sat there with a mask of hate on his face, his body drenched in sweat, and his hands shaking as waves of anger hit him. “Tell me, Arvind, why do you hate Reema?” the voice came again. Arvind slowly shifts his gaze, his eyes falling on the gun that was lying on the coffee table. “So why do you hate her?” the gun said. 🔫 Arvind Shivpuri, was there something wrong with him, or was something terribly wrong with him?  To find out more, click on the book AMPUTATED MIND - A STORY TO TELL link. https://notionpress.com/in/read/amputate...