The car's lights were still flashing but something was wrong. Something was terribly wrong. She could feel it.
"Shyaam?" she called out softly.
He never replied. The wind blowing through the mountains were all what answered her. She closed the door of the black SUV she had just gotten down from, shivering a bit from the cold. The snow seeped in her tennis shoes. She hugged herself as she took a few steps forward.
"Shyaam?"
Her teeth were chattering badly. She was not well dressed for this. He had told her it would be okay, but it had turned out that this would be the coldest winter Nainital would ever see. Where was he gone now?
"Shyaam?"
She never should have let him get down to help. Now she felt abandoned. Again. He had told her to wait in the car until he returned but she was bored. He had left half an hour ago. What was taking to much time? This was seriously bad.
"Shyaam?"
She paused suddenly, feeling a low buzz in her head. Was it her, or was the snow pink? She took another step, a hot lump forming in her throat. The colour had darkened to red. What the hell? Another step. The colour was darker. Blood. Another step...
She froze, terrified. No. This could not be...
"Shyaam!"
This time, her voice was full of panic but it came out no louder than a hoarse whisper. She fell to her knees beside the man who lay dead before her, his eyes wide open. Blood was oozing from deep cuts on his torso. A knife was sticking out of his neck.
Strangely, she felt nothing but an emptiness. Her eyes did not even tear up. She just watched him for several moments, silent. Then, taking a deep breath in, she reached out. Her hand wrapped itself around the hilt of the knife and she pulled it out...
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