Short story – Thriller

Amit hides behind the fridge, with all lights turned off. He breathes lightly so that his breath can’t be felt. Amit’s heart rate increases as footsteps sound become louder, he tries to control his fear and anxiety and is ready to run away from the room when there is a slight chance ahead of him.

Suddenly, power is back up, hence lights are turned on. Amit sweats more as his chances of getting alive now are very less, he tries to squeeze himself even more without making any noise, so that even his shadow isn’t to be seen.

The murderer searches the room, cupboards, and the balcony and finds nothing. The murderer doesn’t give up the search as she is sure that Amit is still in the house. On her way out of the room, she opens the fridge to find a way to kill her thirst. After 2 mins of silence, she ways away to the next room, which has a door to exit the house.

Amit glad that she could not find him gets up and moves towards the door and opens the door slowly only to find the murderer, his wife.

Nisha, on seeing Amit, runs towards him and laughs out loudly. Amit trembles as he ran just into the cage and feels trapped. Nisha yells loudly, I got you Amit. Now you have lost the best, you have to be my slave for a week. Yet again Amit loses in role play but is sure to gain at some naughty night

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