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White THE WOMAN ACROSS THE STREET RECAP Robin’s glance fell on a woman across the street. He saw her holding a wine glass and a book through her window. She was dancing. But suddenly, she raised her hand as if resisting some action. Within seconds, her wine glass fell down, and she, too, fell like a lifeless leaf. Robin rushed to inform the watchman of the building and was shocked when the watchman said that a woman had been murdered around two months ago in that apartment. The investigation team had found a broken wine glass and a book near her body. The similarities in the watchman’s narration and what he saw made Robin rooted to the spot. When the watchman asked Robin the reason behind his approach, he stated that he felt someone needed help, hiding the reality he witnessed. He thought that it may create unnecessary confusion. The watchman advised him not to imagine things. The apartment is empty. Only a couple of hours before the investigation, they had routinely inspected the apartment. Taking a deep breath, Robin returned to his apartment. THE WOMAN ACROSS THE STREET – PART 2 "Noted, and thanks," Robin said before proceeding to his apartment. He refrained from mentioning what he saw, which might have created unnecessary ripples. "Oh my God," Robin sighed as he opened the door to his apartment. He sat on the sofa and reminisced about the past day as he whispered, "After arriving home at noon, I was exhausted, and the next moment, I found myself in his bed, drifting into a deep . Perhaps the security officer was correct in assuming that I was imagining things. The woman I saw across the street might just be a dream, given that I had crossed the street shortly after waking up, and did I really have my tea before leaving? Or was it also a dream?" He brainstormed all possibilities and pulled the curtain aside, only to see the apartment with closed windows and slid curtains and lights off with nothing visible inside. He chuckled, turned around and declared, "It was indeed a dream." He then took a deep sigh before closing the curtain. As he made his way towards the kitchen, he felt a prickling sensation under his foot, and his gaze landed on a broken tea cup. He felt the spilled-over tea on the floor and began to wonder how it fell and broke, and then he realized that after he woke up, he did have his tea. To confirm, he walked into the kitchen and found a tea strainer sieve with wet tea powder in the sink, which confirmed that the tea wasn't a dream and that he, in fact, had his tea, irrespective of whether he had left his apartment or not. Robin picked up a glass, filled it with water, and as he began to drink, he assumed, "Oh my God, if I had tea, then I surely might have tried to close the curtain, which normally I do as the sun sets. But why is the broken tea cup on the floor? Did it fall out of my hands? If yes, then how did the tea cup fall? What made me throw the tea cup down?" Again, all types of ifs and buts began to take shape in his mind as he tried to connect the dots. "Oh no! Robin yelled as he finally could figure out the answer to all his questions and rushed to slide open the curtain again. To be continued... ©Krishnan #mystery #suspense #microtale #ShortStory

White THE WOMAN ACROSS THE STREET RECAP Robin’s glance fell on a woman across the street. He saw her holding a wine glass and a book through her window. She was dancing. But suddenly, she raised her hand as if resisting some action. Within seconds, her wine glass fell down, and she, too, fell like a lifeless leaf. Robin rushed to inform the watchman of the building and was shocked when the watchman said that a woman had been murdered around two months ago in that apartment. The investigation team had found a broken wine glass and a book near her body. The similarities in the watchman’s narration and what he saw made Robin rooted to the spot. When the watchman asked Robin the reason behind his approach, he stated that he felt someone needed help, hiding the reality he witnessed. He thought that it may create unnecessary confusion. The watchman advised him not to imagine things. The apartment is empty. Only a couple of hours before the investigation, they had routinely inspected the apartment. Taking a deep breath, Robin returned to his apartment. THE WOMAN ACROSS THE STREET – PART 2 "Noted, and thanks," Robin said before proceeding to his apartment. He refrained from mentioning what he saw, which might have created unnecessary ripples. "Oh my God," Robin sighed as he opened the door to his apartment. He sat on the sofa and reminisced about the past day as he whispered, "After arriving home at noon, I was exhausted, and the next moment, I found myself in his bed, drifting into a deep . Perhaps the security officer was correct in assuming that I was imagining things. The woman I saw across the street might just be a dream, given that I had crossed the street shortly after waking up, and did I really have my tea before leaving? Or was it also a dream?" He brainstormed all possibilities and pulled the curtain aside, only to see the apartment with closed windows and slid curtains and lights off with nothing visible inside. He chuckled, turned around and declared, "It was indeed a dream." He then took a deep sigh before closing the curtain. As he made his way towards the kitchen, he felt a prickling sensation under his foot, and his gaze landed on a broken tea cup. He felt the spilled-over tea on the floor and began to wonder how it fell and broke, and then he realized that after he woke up, he did have his tea. To confirm, he walked into the kitchen and found a tea strainer sieve with wet tea powder in the sink, which confirmed that the tea wasn't a dream and that he, in fact, had his tea, irrespective of whether he had left his apartment or not. Robin picked up a glass, filled it with water, and as he began to drink, he assumed, "Oh my God, if I had tea, then I surely might have tried to close the curtain, which normally I do as the sun sets. But why is the broken tea cup on the floor? Did it fall out of my hands? If yes, then how did the tea cup fall? What made me throw the tea cup down?" Again, all types of ifs and buts began to take shape in his mind as he tried to connect the dots. "Oh no! Robin yelled as he finally could figure out the answer to all his questions and rushed to slide open the curtain again. To be continued... ©Krishnan #mystery #suspense #microtale #ShortStory

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White THE WOMAN ACROSS THE STREET RECAP Robin’s glance fell on a woman across the street. He saw her holding a wine glass and a book through her window. She was dancing. But suddenly, she raised her hand as if resisting some action. Within seconds, her wine glass fell down, and she, too, fell like a lifeless leaf. Robin rushed to inform the watchman of the building and was shocked when the watchman said that a woman had been murdered around two months ago in that apartment. The investigation team had found a broken wine glass and a book near her body. The similarities in the watchman’s narration and what he saw made Robin rooted to the spot. When the watchman asked Robin the reason behind his approach, he stated that he felt someone needed help, hiding the reality he witnessed. He thought that it may create unnecessary confusion. The watchman advised him not to imagine things. The apartment is empty. Only a couple of hours before the investigation, they had routinely inspected the apartment. Taking a deep breath, Robin returned to his apartment. THE WOMAN ACROSS THE STREET – PART 2 "Noted, and thanks," Robin said before proceeding to his apartment. He refrained from mentioning what he saw, which might have created unnecessary ripples. "Oh my God," Robin sighed as he opened the door to his apartment. He sat on the sofa and reminisced about the past day as he whispered, "After arriving home at noon, I was exhausted, and the next moment, I found myself in his bed, drifting into a deep . Perhaps the security officer was correct in assuming that I was imagining things. The woman I saw across the street might just be a dream, given that I had crossed the street shortly after waking up, and did I really have my tea before leaving? Or was it also a dream?" He brainstormed all possibilities and pulled the curtain aside, only to see the apartment with closed windows and slid curtains and lights off with nothing visible inside. He chuckled, turned around and declared, "It was indeed a dream." He then took a deep sigh before closing the curtain. As he made his way towards the kitchen, he felt a prickling sensation under his foot, and his gaze landed on a broken tea cup. He felt the spilled-over tea on the floor and began to wonder how it fell and broke, and then he realized that after he woke up, he did have his tea. To confirm, he walked into the kitchen and found a tea strainer sieve with wet tea powder in the sink, which confirmed that the tea wasn't a dream and that he, in fact, had his tea, irrespective of whether he had left his apartment or not. Robin picked up a glass, filled it with water, and as he began to drink, he assumed, "Oh my God, if I had tea, then I surely might have tried to close the curtain, which normally I do as the sun sets. But why is the broken tea cup on the floor? Did it fall out of my hands? If yes, then how did the tea cup fall? What made me throw the tea cup down?" Again, all types of ifs and buts began to take shape in his mind as he tried to connect the dots. "Oh no! Robin yelled as he finally could figure out the answer to all his questions and rushed to slide open the curtain again ©Krishnan #microtale #ShortStory #mystery

White THE WOMAN ACROSS THE STREET RECAP Robin’s glance fell on a woman across the street. He saw her holding a wine glass and a book through her window. She was dancing. But suddenly, she raised her hand as if resisting some action. Within seconds, her wine glass fell down, and she, too, fell like a lifeless leaf. Robin rushed to inform the watchman of the building and was shocked when the watchman said that a woman had been murdered around two months ago in that apartment. The investigation team had found a broken wine glass and a book near her body. The similarities in the watchman’s narration and what he saw made Robin rooted to the spot. When the watchman asked Robin the reason behind his approach, he stated that he felt someone needed help, hiding the reality he witnessed. He thought that it may create unnecessary confusion. The watchman advised him not to imagine things. The apartment is empty. Only a couple of hours before the investigation, they had routinely inspected the apartment. Taking a deep breath, Robin returned to his apartment. THE WOMAN ACROSS THE STREET – PART 2 "Noted, and thanks," Robin said before proceeding to his apartment. He refrained from mentioning what he saw, which might have created unnecessary ripples. "Oh my God," Robin sighed as he opened the door to his apartment. He sat on the sofa and reminisced about the past day as he whispered, "After arriving home at noon, I was exhausted, and the next moment, I found myself in his bed, drifting into a deep . Perhaps the security officer was correct in assuming that I was imagining things. The woman I saw across the street might just be a dream, given that I had crossed the street shortly after waking up, and did I really have my tea before leaving? Or was it also a dream?" He brainstormed all possibilities and pulled the curtain aside, only to see the apartment with closed windows and slid curtains and lights off with nothing visible inside. He chuckled, turned around and declared, "It was indeed a dream." He then took a deep sigh before closing the curtain. As he made his way towards the kitchen, he felt a prickling sensation under his foot, and his gaze landed on a broken tea cup. He felt the spilled-over tea on the floor and began to wonder how it fell and broke, and then he realized that after he woke up, he did have his tea. To confirm, he walked into the kitchen and found a tea strainer sieve with wet tea powder in the sink, which confirmed that the tea wasn't a dream and that he, in fact, had his tea, irrespective of whether he had left his apartment or not. Robin picked up a glass, filled it with water, and as he began to drink, he assumed, "Oh my God, if I had tea, then I surely might have tried to close the curtain, which normally I do as the sun sets. But why is the broken tea cup on the floor? Did it fall out of my hands? If yes, then how did the tea cup fall? What made me throw the tea cup down?" Again, all types of ifs and buts began to take shape in his mind as he tried to connect the dots. "Oh no! Robin yelled as he finally could figure out the answer to all his questions and rushed to slide open the curtain again ©Krishnan #microtale #ShortStory #mystery

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The woman across the street ( PART 1) Around 7.00pm, Robin tried to slide the window curtain. His glance fell on a woman's silhouette behind a curtain of an apartment across the street. She seemed to be holding a wine glass in one hand and a book in the other, dancing to a tune. The curtain was wavering in the wind, and the window was open. In between, he could see inside the apartment as the curtain swayed up and down. Robin smiled and was about to close the curtains when he saw the woman suddenly raising her hand in a hostile manner, holding the wine glass as if resisting some action. This resulted in her wine glass falling down. Within minutes, he saw her fall down like a lifeless leaf, and the view sent shivers down his spine. Thinking she needed help, he immediately rushed across the street, into the opposite building and met the watchman. Robin was panting as he requested the watchman, "Please rush into the flat on the 10th floor, extreme left." Before he could complete it, the watchman interrupted, "Sir, it's been empty for over two months. A ballet dancer used to stay there, and one Saturday night, she was shot down and murdered. The investigation is still going on." Robin nearly jumped out of his skin when he heard what the building watchman had to say. "Oh no", he sighed and asked the watchman, "Did anyone get any clue near to her body?" "Nothing so far, other than a broken wine glass and a book," the watchman answered. Looking at Robin, he questioned, "Why did you instruct me to rush to that apartment?" "I thought, I saw someone calling for help," Robin replied. Looking at Robin, the watchman stressed, "Please don't imagine things." There's no one in that apartment. Around an hour ago, the officials investigated the area around the apartment. After closing it, they handed me the keys, and I cannot enter without an authorized permit. "Noted, and thanks," Robin said before proceeding to his apartment. He refrained from mentioning what he saw, which might have created unnecessary ripples. "Oh my God," Robin sighed as he opened the door to his apartment. - To be continued... ©Krishnan #Woman #suspense #microtale #short_Story #ShortStory #mystery

The woman across the street ( PART 1) Around 7.00pm, Robin tried to slide the window curtain. His glance fell on a woman's silhouette behind a curtain of an apartment across the street. She seemed to be holding a wine glass in one hand and a book in the other, dancing to a tune. The curtain was wavering in the wind, and the window was open. In between, he could see inside the apartment as the curtain swayed up and down. Robin smiled and was about to close the curtains when he saw the woman suddenly raising her hand in a hostile manner, holding the wine glass as if resisting some action. This resulted in her wine glass falling down. Within minutes, he saw her fall down like a lifeless leaf, and the view sent shivers down his spine. Thinking she needed help, he immediately rushed across the street, into the opposite building and met the watchman. Robin was panting as he requested the watchman, "Please rush into the flat on the 10th floor, extreme left." Before he could complete it, the watchman interrupted, "Sir, it's been empty for over two months. A ballet dancer used to stay there, and one Saturday night, she was shot down and murdered. The investigation is still going on." Robin nearly jumped out of his skin when he heard what the building watchman had to say. "Oh no", he sighed and asked the watchman, "Did anyone get any clue near to her body?" "Nothing so far, other than a broken wine glass and a book," the watchman answered. Looking at Robin, he questioned, "Why did you instruct me to rush to that apartment?" "I thought, I saw someone calling for help," Robin replied. Looking at Robin, the watchman stressed, "Please don't imagine things." There's no one in that apartment. Around an hour ago, the officials investigated the area around the apartment. After closing it, they handed me the keys, and I cannot enter without an authorized permit. "Noted, and thanks," Robin said before proceeding to his apartment. He refrained from mentioning what he saw, which might have created unnecessary ripples. "Oh my God," Robin sighed as he opened the door to his apartment. - To be continued... ©Krishnan #Woman #suspense #microtale #short_Story #ShortStory #mystery

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White Jin k aankhon mein jhalakte the hum abhi dekhte hain toh khud ko dhundte rehe jate hain. ©Nasrin Sultana #mystery in love

White Jin k aankhon mein jhalakte the hum abhi dekhte hain toh khud ko dhundte rehe jate hain. ©Nasrin Sultana #mystery in love

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Life Like "LIFE" Life is a journey, A winding path of highs and lows, A dance of joy and sorrow, A never-ending ebb and flow. It's a tapestry of moments, Woven with threads of love and loss, Each day a new beginning, Each choice a bridge to cross. Life is a mystery, A puzzle with no clear end, A series of questions, We're always trying to comprehend. It's a canvas waiting to be painted, A story waiting to be told, A fragile, fleeting gift, More precious than silver or gold. So let's cherish every moment, Embrace the beauty and the strife, For in the end, what is life, But a journey to the afterlife. ©My Loquacious World Challenge Completed vineetapanchal #Life #WayOfLife #Zindagi #myloquaciousworld #Puzzle #mystery #viral #Popular vineetapanchal vinay panwar Niaz (Harf) Ashraf Qureshi AARPANN JAIIN Andy Mann Umme Habiba Sethi Ji Bitterone_me Harleen Kaur funny.Reels.videos Ek Lamba safer with Adarsh upadhyay

Life Like "LIFE" Life is a journey, A winding path of highs and lows, A dance of joy and sorrow, A never-ending ebb and flow. It's a tapestry of moments, Woven with threads of love and loss, Each day a new beginning, Each choice a bridge to cross. Life is a mystery, A puzzle with no clear end, A series of questions, We're always trying to comprehend. It's a canvas waiting to be painted, A story waiting to be told, A fragile, fleeting gift, More precious than silver or gold. So let's cherish every moment, Embrace the beauty and the strife, For in the end, what is life, But a journey to the afterlife. ©My Loquacious World Challenge Completed vineetapanchal #Life #WayOfLife #Zindagi #myloquaciousworld #Puzzle #mystery #viral #Popular vineetapanchal vinay panwar Niaz (Harf) Ashraf Qureshi AARPANN JAIIN Andy Mann Umme Habiba Sethi Ji Bitterone_me Harleen Kaur funny.Reels.videos Ek Lamba safer with Adarsh upadhyay

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White Is this all real? Am I even here? I wish this were a dream, As I feel this way, it seems, But I start to doubt. Feel the air softly touching my feet, Listening to the birds as they sing a beat. With no fear of the unknown, Nothing to stop me from it all, Like I could fly away from here. But I start to doubt. ©Danny Wish upon a star #Night #fullmoon #poem #Doubt #Feeling #love #mystery #self_love #careercoach

White Is this all real? Am I even here? I wish this were a dream, As I feel this way, it seems, But I start to doubt. Feel the air softly touching my feet, Listening to the birds as they sing a beat. With no fear of the unknown, Nothing to stop me from it all, Like I could fly away from here. But I start to doubt. ©Danny Wish upon a star #Night #fullmoon #poem #Doubt #Feeling #love #mystery #self_love #careercoach

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" जीवन को केवल पीछे की तरफ देखकर समझा जा सकता है, लेकिन इसे आगे की तरफ जीना चाहिए। " ©Me_Myself_Mystory #LongRoad #Life #Life_experience #lesson #Zindagi #Myself #mystery #Love

" जीवन को केवल पीछे की तरफ देखकर समझा जा सकता है, लेकिन इसे आगे की तरफ जीना चाहिए। " ©Me_Myself_Mystory #LongRoad #Life #Life_experience #lesson #Zindagi #Myself #mystery #Love