Curse Of The Black Rose...

The car runs through dark night, this flashing headlight, warns incoming traffic, Ramesh accelerated more of the engine, The speed of the car has increased as if it is flying in the air, 800 - Horsepower's Mclaren M-12 is a fast-paced car that has won countless races in the 1960s. Ramesh's mind-like car has been sold by his friend Henry, Ramesh is very fond of cars, Many of his large bungalows already have several carts of his Mclaren Collection in the garage. Ramesh's father is a successful Business Man. He has billions of wealth here in England, Ramesh is his only boy and I am Jennifer Brown. Ramesh's fiancé and the bewy, both of us got engaged in the presence of all the family two years ago, I am from London, I also have a family business that my father and brother run. We are on a tour of England after a long time. We had planned to pass through the small towns of England so that we see the proper place for bear and business, even get to know people who lived here. We passed through many places and after resting in the hotel all day today, we made up our mind to travel in the evening

"Move slowly Ramesh no one should come under our car", I said looking at Ramesh

"Don't panic nothing will happen, there is better grip that no car has than this one ", Ramesh assured.

"All of that is fine but its speed is too much", Jennifer once again objected.

"This is its normal speed, it can catch more speed right now," Ramesh said looking at Jennifer.

Ramesh did not pay attention to Jennifer and did not reduce his speed. Jennifer kept speaking again and again to reduce the speed, but Ramesh had put a cotton wool in his ears. This is not a new habit of Ramesh, he has done this many times before too . Whenever there is a fight between Jennifer and him, the biggest reason is that Ramesh never hears that is against him . Yet this time Jennifer did not pay much attention to it so that there was no quarrel. The journey was long and tiring The two should not get bored in the middle, so they were going to discuss some other specific issue with each other then Ramesh looked at Jennifer and said, "Good tell the story now Jennifer, which you told our friends on the college tour, the path is long and there must be some conversation to cut it, by listening to your story, I will not sleep and the journey will be over easily", Ramesh requested Jennifer and Jennifer, who could not turn down his request "Okay I'm willing to tell the story but I also have a condition to reduce the speed of your car a little, so that my nervousness gets a little less and I can tell you the story comfortably" , Jennifer took advantage of the opportunity and told Ramesh. Ramesh obeyed her and lowered his speed. Seeing this, Jennifer felt comfortable and started telling her story "The point is of the days when the type writer was considered more than computer in our world, In every government fragrance, its honor was nothing less than a computer, People felt happy to take a course of short hand typing, In those days, a boy named Charles wanted to reveal himself to the world as a great writer. His only dream was that he worked hard to see himself becoming an author. He used to work during the day and study at night, in this way he had completed his education. Similarly, by collecting a pie, he decided to buy a second hand type writer for himself, He had collected a lot of money by now. So he arrived at the old shop in Baker's Street to buy an old type writer which is famous for buying and selling old spec goods. He saw many type writers there, but none of them was suitable. Finally, he glanced at an old type writer placed in a corner of the shop, Which was old to see, but still had a strange charm and the same charm pulled Charles towards it as well. Charles looked at it with the same glance so he picked up that type writer and headed straight to the counter, to set up his deal. As soon as his deal was decided by the shop owner, Charles gladly paid its price and moved towards his apartment. Charles was on a top place of happiness, on one hand he had added money so hard and if those money does not get the right stuff of need then anger comes, but Charles would not have to be disappointed because he had the pleasure of having a work item come home from his money. On the other hand, he was also thinking in his mind, whose story would he write first with this type writer and what else will Charles write, he was thinking of all this and was experiencing a lot of eagerness. He also bought a bundle of plain pages from a of bookstores on the way, the type writer without a page was incomplete, so now Charles' purchase was complete and he was heading straight to his apartment regardless of anything. On reaching the apartment, he opened the door of his room and put type writer on his study table.

Charles was a young man living in himself and spending time alone, but there was another aspect of his personality and he would come out only when he met his only friend Howard every Saturday. Both meet times to celebrate their weekends and drank till late at night but still had two days left for it. Charles sat down to write a few lines for new novel from his type writer after dinner, He was wondering if he wrote so much that he looked at a book he kept with him, on seeing it, he felt that why not write a ghost story. Today's younger generation likes this very much. He keeps his fingers on the type writer to write, but it seemed as if the type writer was pulling to type itself and by looking at the paper page, it typed "Ghost of Woods Villa", Charles gets a little nervous at first, he felt that someone was keeping tremendous pressure on his hands and the letters were typing on their own, further it types "7 July 1908, like everyday, today I saw that unknown shadow again", Now Charles gets little frightened which was shown by the drops of sweat that had emerged on his forehead, He immediately stands up from his chair in panic, causing the chair to go some distance back. Charles could not understand what was happening to him, who is dancing his fingers with his gestures on the type writer or is it just his illusion . He leaves the paper page in the type writer at the same stage and for a while, standing in the balcony of his apartment, smokes cigarettes, so that one can carefully consider this incident with a sigh of relief. The night was quite black, the moon was also hidden somewhere in the clouds, there was a shadow of silence around the road and the colony, there was no visible till far.

"Tuck... Tuck... Tuck... Tuck ... Tuck", the sound of someone walking is heard, It was late to get the sound of Charles' ears that it doesn't take long for him to understand that it is the sound of someone's boot heels. "Who could be on the city patrol at night,"Charles was thinking this in his mind and was also enjoying his cigarette puff, now Charles's focus was not on type writer but on the sound of that unknown step, In a short while, with a little bit of distance from street light, some one came forward and stood up. It was difficult to see the face of that shadow because he was standing in front of the light.

"Who can be at night, he is standing in one place, why not moving forward towards his destination, whose house does he have to go to, It seems as if that unknown person is standing in the same place and watching me ", Charles stands in his balcony and puffs a cigarette and thinks in his mind by looking at that unknown shadow, Now Charles was scared and standing in the same place as a fetish. Scared of not reaching any conclusion, Charles throws his remaining cigarette straight into his room and lies on the bed, started thinking about events, by thinking his eyelids become heavy and he gets sleepy.

Charles woke up the next day in the morning, like everyday, he wakes up in the morning and makes breakfast for himself and sits at the dining table with a coffee mug and reads the newspaper. After finishing breakfast, he is ready to go to his job, then suddenly his eyes are on the type writer placed on his study table, The emerald planted by Charles was completely typed in it, on which was written , "7 July 1908, like everyday, today I saw that unknown shadow, wherever I go he follows me. My name is Margaret and I work in "Cotton Mill", every evening for the last two days, after finishing my work , whenever I leave for my house, he comes to leave me till home. Then he stands at the crossroads and look at my apartment, I am very scared. Suddenly, why would anyone chase someone? What is his motive? If I know him publicly , why is he chasing as a stranger, why not meet directly , After all, who can be that?... ", Charles was quite upset now, after all, who would have typed this letter, I just wrote the first line, then who filled this whole page, Unknown fear had encamped Charles's mind because whatever was happening to him was enough to shake anyone. Yet Charles overcomes himself, He starts getting ready by placing that typed letter on the table and sets out to go to his work. Charles had the same turmoil all over the way, how the letter would have been written, Is a girl's soul attached to that type writer and if so what would have happened to that girl next?, Somewhere.

After finishing his work in the evening, Charles left his place of work for the institution of night classes, after the night class as he was walking towards his apartment he realized that someone was following him.

At first Charles took it lightly, but then the very next moment he noticed the typewriter's typed letter, which also probably mentioned that someone followed that girl.

As soon as this came to Charles' mind, he became a little cautious and began to increase his steps quickly, but the pursuer also followed at the same speed.

Now Charles was very scared, he was feeling the fear which was not good at all because fear is a negative emotion.

Fear is such an emotion pre-programmed in all animals and people as an instinctive response to potential danger.

This feeling is not always adaptive.

This is not a good feeling;

There is no freedom, no happiness.

It appears in many forms.

The most common expression is anger.

Your life is a struggle from fear to victory.

The opposite of fear, is awareness of unity.

The most powerful generator of fear is the concept of death.

In common language, the end of the life of any living being is called death.

Death usually occurs as a result of old age, greed, attachment, disease, malnutrition.

Mainly there are 101 forms of death, but there are 8 main types.

In which old age, disease, accident, accidental trauma, grief, worry and greed are the main forms of death.

But it seemed to Charles here that his pursuer had probably denied his death, which was why these thoughts running in Charles' mind had instilled in him a fear of that unknown shadow.

Charles felt a bit of relief as he approached his apartment, looking back, he stood under the street light at an unknown shadow far away.

He climbed up and as soon as he entered inside, he closed the door, drank a glass of cold water, which brought a slight tingle in his body.

Charles was feeling very safe in his home, after taking a bath, Charles made himself a meal and started eating it.

As soon as the meal was over, Charles lit a cigarette and sat down to think about what happened today, suddenly a thought arose in his mind, he wondered if the story of the typewriter was true, the proof of which was the unknown shadow who chased him.

If so, the typewriter would know much more or it could be that all this is happening because of the typewriter itself.Charles looked at the typewriter for a while, then got up and put a new page in it to type on and went to sleep in his bedroom.

"Charles... wake up Charles... Charles... Charles it's me Howard, get up early, we have an important job", Howard said, waking Charles from his sleep.

"Oh... Ho... it's so early in the morning, you had just slept and Howard are you here so early in the morning, why?" Charles asked Howard the reason for his arrival as soon as he woke up from his sleep.

"Hey man, a very important work has come, today no employee has come to my work shop and a coffin has to be delivered to the given address, will you help me, I will give you a good amount for it like every time",

Howard explained the whole matter to Charles and also lured him with a good amount.

Howard was the owner of a coffin store, many times before he had taken help from Charles in his work and in return he used to give him good money.

This would have helped Charles as well as he used to get the month's tied money from his place of work.

Sometimes working for Howard also provided him with an upper income.

After listening to Howard, Charles got up immediately and immediately made some sandwiches and put them in a lunch box to eat on the way.

Both left the apartment towards their destination.

While eating a sandwich on the way, Charles said to Howard, "Well, your work will be done before 11 o'clock, no, I can get only this time off from my work place", Charles said to Howard, then Charles looked at Howard, he was waiting for his reply .

Howard listened to his words, thought for a while, then looking at him said, "Don't worry, our work will be finished before that, we will get our money as soon as we deliver the box, then I will drop you at your apartment", Howard reassured him as he swung the van's steering and picked up a sandwich from Charles' lunch box.

"Come on, it's okay, but where are we going," Charles sighed in relief and asked Howard for the delivery address.

"Our destination is the same "Woods Villa", there's this coffin to be delivered," Howard awkwardly told Charles the address to deliver the coffin while eating a sandwich.

Charles's face faded as soon as he knew the destination, fear once again took his home, a few drops of sweat started flowing from his forehead, as soon as he heard the name of Woods Villa inside Charles, many questions started arising along with fear, he was badly entangled in this dilemma.

"How long will it take to reach Woods Villa", Charles asked Howard.

"The villa is just about to arrive", Howard answered Charles' question.

Charles's uneasiness was growing, he had a strong desire to know what the coffin in the back of the van was going for, which Howard did not even know.

At this, Howard exclaims "Here we come, see there is Woods Villa", Charles looks at the villa curiously, the walls had turned green in many places due to old age, Woods Villa was surrounded in a large area, which clearly showed that its owner was very rich.

On reaching the main gate, the watchman wearing a blue uniform opened the gate.

Howard began to drive the van slowly towards the villa so that Charles could also have a good view of the grand garden of the Woods Villa which Howard had seen as soon as he entered the gate, In which only black roses were in bloom, whose sweet and sweet fragrance was being enjoyed by his nose.

Such a seldom sight to behold, which was enjoyed by both Charles and Howard, in the middle of the garden were beautiful fairy sculptures, but Charles was surprised that a part of the road leading to the villa

There were statues of male angels in the middle of numerous black roses and female angels on the other side of the road, which were made of white marble.

"See Charles, what a man can't do if he has money, look, it is called a garden like paradise, I have never seen such a beautiful garden, the owner here seems very rich and fond", Howard looked at Charles and said.

Charles also agreed with him, and looking out, said "beautiful but one thing is astonishing, why are there statues of men on one side of the road and female angels on the other", Charles expressed his apprehension.

He looked at Howard surprisingly.

"Oh, it's not a big deal, it could be a style, what's so surprising about decorating a garden," Howard explained to Charles.

Both of them were going to admire the beautiful view that Charles noticed were some empty stands in the middle of the garden which were made of white marble but the sculptures had not yet been installed on them.

"Look, Charles, from here begins the stands of statues lying empty and so on after the statues of female angels in the garden on your side, that means there's still work going on in this garden that's why male angels and female angels are lacking", Charles told Howard.

"Maybe there's still a little work left, but enough money has been spent on this garden," Howard told Charles.

Shortly after, the two park the van in front of the main door steps.

The two climb up the stairs to get out of the van and ring the doorbell which was an old golden bell on which the spider had made its net, which seemed to suggest that the bell had not been used for many years.

"Charrrrrrrrrer", Woods Villa's old door opens. Inside, a fifty-year-old beautiful woman walks out in a black skirt and top.

It was difficult to guess her age by her face, she had black glasses on her eyes and her pleasant beauty was giving complexion to marry young girls or women.

"Are you the one Mr. Howard, owner of the coffin store, bring me the coffin I ordered", the middle-aged woman asked, looking at Howard.

The woman had recognized who he was without meeting Howard, Charles was surprised to see this, but Howard did not pay attention to it.

"Yes ma'am, tell me where to put it", Howard replied to the woman.

"Get out of the van and follow me", ordered the woman.

Howard and Charles headed to the van to get the empty coffin.

An unknown woman was waiting for him.

The two soon followed the woman taking coffin from the van.

The Woods Villa inside looked like an old museum to Charles, a large hall with a large library on the right, with trophies from the severed heads of animals hanging everywhere on the wall.

It was as if it was the home of some great hunter.

In the center of the hall there was a staircase leading to the rooms upstairs.

"Put that table over there," the woman told him and pointed to a large table on the left side of the hall.

Both put the coffin on the table.

Looking at the woman, Charles asked, "Who has died here, madam", Charles' restlessness could not stop him to know this.

"My typist, today that girl passed away suddenly, I don't know what happened, she was only twenty-two years old, her family has been informed," replied the woman.

"There must be some illness, ma'am, sometimes health doesn't tell, maybe it's brain fever", Howard said to the woman.

"After the death of my husband Mr. James Woods, the owner of this Woods villa, I was completely alone, to overcome this loneliness, I thought that let's write a novel, so I got a typist by putting an advertisement in the newspaper, she was hired but she also died, my novel was not even half done before that the accident happened, well take your coffin's fixed amount", said Mrs. Woods and took out the money from her wallet and pushed it towards him.

Howard took the money from the woman and started counting them.

Well, if you don't mind, I would like to say one thing, ma'am," said Charles, looking at Mrs. Woods.

"How can I object before I hear it, feel free to speak," said Mrs. Woods, looking at Charles.

"Your garden is so beautiful, it feels like a paradise when you look at it, you can't take your eyes off the white statues of angels enchanting among countless black roses, was it built by your late husband Mr. James Wood, " Charles while praising the garden, also asked Mrs. Woods about the person who built that garden.

"No, I have made this garden, I have a lot of love for black color, so there are all kinds of black roses in the garden which have been imported from many countries, black roses also have some memories of my past, the moments that I spent more with Mr. Woods, we lived happily together, which is why there are black roses everywhere in the garden, and white marble sculptures were also made of models, who were paid money", said Mrs. Woods, explaining everything to Charles.

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"Oh, so it must have cost a lot of money, ma'am, and there's still work to do," said Charles, looking at Mrs. Woods.

Now Mrs. Woods' expressions had become a little serious, it was as if Mrs. Woods' eyes were looking at Charles carefully from behind dark glasses, "Yes, there is work to be done on the garden and also on my novel,

Now we'll have to find a new typist," said Mrs. Woods, looking at Charles.

"We have to go now, ma'am," Howard said, cutting off the conversation between the two.

"Ah! What's the hurry, if you two young men don't mind, will you help me put my typist's body in this coffin, please, I'll call the watchman for help too," Mrs. Woods

Looking at both of them requested.

"Oh no ma'am, we're done, let's go", Howard flatly refused Mrs. Woods, probably not wanting to touch the corpse.

"Oh no, it's not like that, we're ready to help you," Charles said to Mrs. Woods and pressed Howard's hand with his right hand to agree.

"Oh... I'm so glad to know that you both have agreed to help, will one of you call the watchman from outside please, most of the servants here at Woods Villa today are not on duty and I have sent those who were there to inform the Church and those who know it", Mrs. Woods expressed her compulsion, which both of them realized their helplessness, which was probably the reason why the refusing Howard helped.

He thought it appropriate to go out and call the watchman, and he left Charles alone in the villa with Mrs. Woods.

"Who else lives in this villa with you at this time, except the servants, ma'am", Charles asked Mrs. Woods without hesitation.

"Me and my typist used to live here, since it is a matter of writing novels, I don't like overcrowding, so no one was allowed to come and go except the servants", said Mrs. Woods again seriously , it seemed to Charles that she was staring at him terribly from behind dark glasses.

"So what kind of novel are you writing, ma'am?" Charles asked Mrs. Woods once again, ignoring everything.

"Ah! My story is based on a true incident from a dark world," replied Mrs. Woods with a cold sigh of relief.

Then she picked up the cigarette case which was made of wood, from a table kept nearby and a lighter was also kept next to it.

On the other hand, Howard, who had gone out to call the watchman for help, now had to cross the garden, in the middle of which a concrete road was built, Howard thought why should the van be troubled for such a distance, so he decided to walk.

He felt that on this pretext, once again, this magnificent beautiful garden would be well seen.

Howard moves forward slowly, the distance from the villa to the guards check post was more, the weather changing color of England from above, Howard had just walked some distance that dark clouds covered the light of the sun and there was a strong lightning in the sky.

The sound of the lightning was so strong that the heart of the good one would be shaken, but still Howard did not lose courage, he started calling the guard as he walked, Charles was relieved of one thing that the rain did not start to wreak its havoc.

But still strong winds were blowing like a gale, due to which Howard was having trouble in seeing properly.

But still Howard kept on moving because of the strong wind blowing, the strong sweet fragrance of the countless black roses had filled the whole atmosphere with its fragrance, Howard took a look over the garden full of those roses, even the storm had no effect on those roses, they were just swinging around in the air, then suddenly "Howard... Howard... Oh my dear Howard", an unknown woman's voice calls out to Howard from behind.

At first, Howard is unable to hear that voice due to the strong wind blowing and keeps on moving forward, but still the sound does not stop coming "Howard ... Howard ... only mine ... Howard look here... dear Howard... hee hee... hee ... hee hee", once again that sweet intoxicating voice called out to Howard with his laughter.

Now Howard stopped his steps and once again waited for that voice to call.

Howard still could not believe his ears, what he heard was not at all believable.

Howard was now frightened and fear had forbid him to react.

"What was your typist's name, ma'am", asked Charles to Mrs. Woods.

"O, her name was Katherine, I used to call her Miss Brown, she was a very sweet and lively hearted girl, used to go to church every sunday, used to meet everyone with love, I don't know the good people go above so early, why does God calls them so soon", said Mrs. Woods, looking at Charles as she took a cigarette out of the cigarette case, lit it, and let out the smoke of relief.

Then she sat down on a single sofa lying in front.

"Why don't you sit down too, you'll be tired of standing for a long time, your friend will take some time to come too", said Mrs. Woods, looking at Charles and pointing with her other hand at the empty sofa.

Charles agreed and sat down on an empty sofa.

"There seems to be a very strong wind outside", said Charles, continuing the conversation.

"Yeah, that's probably why it took longer for your friend to call the watchman," said Mrs. Woods, agreeing to Charles.

"Ma'am, why are there separate statues of female angels and male angels in your garden, while museums and many famous places in London have the same sculptures embracing", Charles asked a question to Mrs. Woods about her garden.

Mrs. Woods looked at Charles once again, and after a brief silence said, "Actually, the angels in my garden have never been able to meet together, so they have been built separately", Charles at first hearing Mrs. Woods' indignant answer,

got a little nervous, then while holding himself said, "I have not understood anything", he pretended to be unaware even after knowing everything.

"I mean these statues are made separately, I didn't want anyone to think they match the ones from the Museum of London or any other place", Mrs Woods deftly told Charles.

The truth was hidden, with the expression on her face, Charles could not have the slightest idea that she was lying.

"Can I see your typewriter, ma'am, I'm very interested in typing too, I recently bought a new typewriter, I'm really looking forward to seeing your typewriter," finally Charles dared asking Mrs. Woods the question which he had been anxious to ask for a long time, doubting whether the typewriter he had bought belonged to the same Woods villa .

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Mrs. Woods' facial expressions became more serious but she skillfully hid them behind her venomous smile and stood up and said, "Come with me", prompting Charles to follow her, Mrs. Woods took Charles in her study room where her typewriter was kept.

"Look, here's my typewriter, I bought it many years ago, but I take special care of its maintenance so it looks the same today", Mrs. Woods took Charles to his study room as the typewriter

Showing said.

Charles was very surprised to see the typewriter, it looked like a brand new one, but the typewriter that Charles had was very old, so Charles asked her one more question to clear his doubts "Have you had this before or was there another typewriter," his voice was suspicious.

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Mrs. Woods freezed in her place on hearing this, and her face was now white in color, but she did not allow her expressions to be revealed to Charles, "No, I had no other typewriter before and now if you've done investigation , go to the hall", said Mrs. Woods, staring at Charles from behind his dark glasses.

"It's too late by now, Howard should have called the janitor for help", Mrs Woods' reply to Charles shows him somewhat of a feeling that she is not a woman who likes too much interference.

So Charles thought it appropriate to turn the matter around and started towards the hall.

On the other hand, Howard paused to hear that mysterious call that suddenly once again an unknown voice called out to him from behind "O my dear Howard... look back at me... how long have I've been waiting for you", now it was the third time Howard heard caller calling him , he could not understand who had called him from behind, on one side a voice was coming from within him that he should look back and look at the caller, on the other hand his mind was saying that "Don't look back, it's a sham of death keep moving forward and go straight to the gate keeper's camp".

Howard was finding it difficult to make decisions as hard as he was finding difficulty in seeing everything because of the strong winds.

Standing in the middle of the garden, Howard was now confused as to what to do.

After sometime he decided not to take this as his pride and to turn it back, he decided to listen to the heart, not to his mind, about the part of the heart which is full of darkness, where fear resides.

And this fear had started playing its game.

Howard had never imagined what was going to happen if he turned back, so perhaps his mind was forbidding him to do so.

"Looks like it'll take a long time for Howard to come, I'll have a look", said Charles to Mrs. Wood.

"He is going to come ...Where will he go, don't you bother so much, you were telling about to type something, tell me what you type, Mrs. Wood asked Charles.

"I too want to write a novel, but I hadn't thought about it until now, but a few days ago I had the thought of writing a romantic novel," Charles cleverly lied to Mrs. Wood.

"It's a good thing, you look so romantic, well, romantic stories are interesting too if they're presented well", said Mrs. Wood to Charles.

"You write about the dark world, just tell about it openly, ma'am", Charles graciously asked Mrs. Wood.

"My novel is very scary, do you fear because my stories are true, or rather I get the truth written, come with me I will tell you a truth", said Mrs. Wood to Charles and asked him to follow her.

On the other hand, Howard decided to look back and opened his closed eyes, it was hard to believe what Howard had seen, or that his eyes were deceived by what he actually saw in the morning, heavy dust.

Amidst the winds, stood a beautiful woman, surrounded by a cloud of dust so that no one else could see her, dressed in black robes,

She looked like a black rose from that garden, her hair was light brown in colour, but the strong wind was not affecting her near, it seemed that time had stopped all around her.

Howard was fascinated by her beauty and slowly began to grow closer to her.

Howard had never seen a more beautiful woman than her in his life, he had forgotten everything by looking at her beauty.

He didn't even remember what he had left for.

He was moving towards the woman looking at her eyes which were as deep as an ocean.

The woman was smiling while looking at Howard, Howard became even more agitated by this, now he wanted to go closer to the woman and hold her tightly in his arms, the woman also gestured to him to come in her arms.

As Howard approached her, the woman gave him a flying kiss and a captivating scent struck his face, which enchanted Howard as soon as it entered his nose, and he fell unconscious.

While Mrs. Wood takes Charles inside a room, where a beautiful young woman is lying on the bed, dressed in black robes.

"Look, this is my typist Katherine, how beautiful and lovely she looks, I'll write about it, bring the true character of her life into my story, that's what true fiction is called", said Mrs. Wood to Charles.

Charles looked at the girl carefully, she was very beautiful, Charles looked at her and found that there were no signs of coercion on her body which was proof that she was not killed, her natural

Death must have happened, Charles thought in his mind.

She still looked beautiful.

After seeing her, Charles turned to Mrs. Wood and said, "There will be something special in her life, only then will you be writing it in your novel".

"Yeah, she was so sweet that anyone would want to praise her, let's go down the hall now", said Mrs. Wood to Charles and once again gestured to follow her.

Both of them came down and were sitting in the hall when the gate keeper of the villa grabs Howard.

"Howard... Howard, what happened to him , how did he faint", Charles asked the gate keeper of the villa, trying to bring Howard to his senses.

"I don't know what happened, he was coming towards the gate, there was such a strong storm and after moving some distance, he turned back and fainted, I tried to bring him to his senses but he did not come to his senses", gate Keeper explained the whole matter to Charles.

"I say let him rest for a while, maybe he 'll come to his senses," said Mrs. Wood, looking at Charles.

"Perhaps you're right, otherwise someone would get up after splashing water so many times, let him rest right here on the couch, me and your gate keeper will put that girl in the coffin," he said looking at Mr. Wood.

The villa's gatekeeper and Charles together put the girl's dead body in the coffin and again try to bring Howard to his senses.

"Howard...Howard...wake up, I don't know what happened to him all of a sudden", Charles called out to Howard several times, but Howard did not respond.

Mrs. Wood said, looking at his condition, "I think he is getting worse, you take him to the hospital immediately, before things get out of hands ", Mrs. Wood said to Charles and looked at his gate keeper she hinted at Howard to help.

Charles and the gate keeper supported Howard and carried him on their shoulders and made him sit inside the van.

Charles started the van holding the driver's seat and galloped the van out of the villa and headed in the direction of the hospital.

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