the bridge of her dreams 7

the bridge of her dreams

Sharmishtha Basu is an unemployed artist, writer who is out to test her works, eagerly looking for publishers, publicists, literary agents and huge hearted generous readers, to see if they can help her to build an “unorthodox” career, a path followed by many before, some has been blessed with success, most have not, let us see what you make of her attempts! A failure or success- it all depends on you. These are pieces from her book, the book is available on createspace and amazon- This book is of course a collection of fantasy stories, starting from ghosts, demons, aliens to fairies and mermaids.

The bridge of her dreams

Surya 1

“How can it be possible?” Jackie asked his brows knit together. They were sitting there, watching her through the glass, she was sitting there, absolutely silent. Her face might have been really beautiful but it was as expressionless as stone and half hair of her young head were white.

She was an orphan, rescued by the police from the clutches of a band of psychopaths, she along with a group of girls were kept hostage by them while they had their fun in watching them in stealth and tormenting them.

All of them were collected from orphanages on pretext of marriage and then brought to that township made for that purpose by a sick billionaire. Those tapes sold for money. One customer’s wife discovered it and when she realized that it was real she handed it over to police.

Most of the girls landed in this asylum, some recovered and quite a few did not. This girl was not showing any sign of improvement.

The In-charge of her orphanage said the girl was a truly virtuous girl. That must have been the reason behind the deep shock. The captors took care that none of them can commit suicide.

“She does not go out even though she is free to go out no one comes to see her. It’s been more than a year now.” He stopped to take a sip from the glass of water, “One by one the people who trapped her into that mousetrap are dying gruesome deaths.”

“And her footprints, fingerprints are found in every crime scene……even after she has been locked in a solitary room of this asylum, when her fingerprints were discovered on second scene.” Jackie looked deeply in the eyes of the doctor. “Can we place a camera in her room during the nights?”


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