Zara:
I love the colour red. One fine night, it was cold; the moon was glowing red. I
am alone. Far, far away, a wolf howled. A blood curdling cry. I saw blood
oozing out of my belly.
Was
it mine?
Anjan:
I love my wife. One fine day, I came home from work early. I opened my house
door. A familiar, masculine fragrance emanated from our bedroom. I followed it
to its source. I saw her in bed with a stranger.
Or,
was he?
Siddarth: I love my car. One fine moment, I lost my control and swerved off the road to hit a
truck... That moment killed my two friends who were in the back seat. My friends were just corpses. I was the lone survivor.
Why me?
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