Taste Of Fear Chapter 32

by Vicky Trivedi in English Fiction Stories

Next morning at eight it was stll cold. The weather was clean. The sun was peeping from the cloud above trying to chase the cold out. Shyam and Charmi were having breakfasts in the canteen. “Has the chief ...Read MoreShyam asked, taking a bite of his sandwich. “Yes,” she answered, “he had come early at four. I’m coming from his office.” “What did he said?” “He wants an interrogation of you.” She said through a mouthful. “Is he doubt me?” Shyam was bewildered, “why do you doubt me?” “I think we trust you.” “Oh! I don’t think interrogation suggest your Read Less