Prologue

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Even the torrid month of July exposed  its pleasant side to the people residing in the hills of North India. Mussorie blessed with abundant
natural beauty enhanced its grace in moonlit nights like this.

The winds howled and moaned and the pines responded with its echo but none of this could disrupt her beautiful sleep.

The dark violet velvety curtains were parted sideways the french window enabling the moon to cast its solemn light on her pretty face. She already looked like a sleeping beauty.

Her sleeping unexpectedly disrupted. She found breathing difficult as though... Someone was choking her throat. Her respiration was interrupted by an intruder whose malicious face was invisible yet. Even the moon did not dare to intrude the face.

She tried to catch the breath as the grip on her throat tightened.

"You and your family is going to pay for your wicked sins" a hoarse voice coated with wrath. She was unable to fathom if it was a man.

"Bit by bit" She tried to shout but the intruder dissapeared.. From where. She was absolutely clueless.. As if the wind has just swallowed him or her.

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