She sat in a Starbucks Cafe, sipping her coffee and staring out of the window. The bloodstained knife lay next to her handbag, covered with her blue scarf.
        Tears rolled down her eyes as incidents of the past flooded her mind. Her heart was thumping loudly and her facial expressions clearly showed that she was scared, or guilty of something.

She was lost in her own thoughts when suddenly she felt the touch of a hand on her shoulder. She jumped up with a startle and turned around to see a familiar face.
While she was trying to recognise the guy, he interrupted and intruded her thoughts by asking her, "Are you Priti Desai?"
        Priti had just nodded her head and before she could say something, the young man engulfed her in a tight hug.
In an extremely excited tone, he asked Priti, "Do you remember me? I am Sidharth!! We were in the same batch in school in Mumbai."
With the help of his introduction, Priti was now able to recall and remember Sidharth. He was one of her very close friends during her school time. Priti, after her class X examinations, had left school and had gone to Bangalore, because her father had got transferred. So she had unfortunately, lost touch with almost all her school friends, including Sidharth.
       Even though Priti had met Sidharth after a long gap of about 6-7 years, she felt a sense of comfort in his presence, something, which she really needed at this time. It was similar to what she used to feel when she was in school.... They sat down to catch up with one another and discuss their life with each other, over a cup of coffee. Their discussion somehow, or rather eventually, reached the topic of their personal life, or to be more specific, 'relationships'. The mere usage of this word made Priti uneasy and uncomfortable. Seeing her awkwardness, Sidharth, who was her confidante in their school years, asked Priti to relax and share her inhibitions, insecurities or problems with him, without any hesitation. Although Priti tried her level best to avoid that part of the conversation, she ultimately had to give in to Sidharth's polite and constant requests.
        With a deep sigh, Priti began with her story....

What is Priti's story..?!!
Did she have to face something grave or was it a sin that she had committed..?!!
What is the secret behind the "bloodstained knife"..?!!
Why was Priti crying..?!!
Is she upset or guilty..?!!
Well!!!! This is another interesting bit of writing from my pocket.. This is a first of its kind that I have tried, and I'm not sure how you guys will like it...
And yes!! I had promised one-shots, but this short story of mine, has suspense and a message in the end... So it'll be completed in 2-4 chapters...!!!! Well I really hope it's interesting enough... Do give me your views and ideas on it..:)
As for this chapter, there's nothing much, but I do hope that you guys are eager and excited for the next part...
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