Rishi lit his third cigarette and stood in the cemetery. He looked at his watch. 1.30 am. Fifteen more minutes. He chuckled. “One thousand rupees, here I come”. That was the bet.
“Excuse me?”
Rishi almost swallowed the cigarette. Heart pounding he turned.
“Could you please put that out? That’s what killed me you know.”
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6 comments:
Bechara! Lost Rs1000. :P
Mirage: Hehehe
I would have died then and there!!!
Neha: Come now...
wow! that was good!! :)
vaidegi: :P thx...
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