Star-crossed Nine1 min read

Mom left me even before I could open my eyes, exactly nine minutes before the clock struck nine. Universe funnily conspired against me, exactly ennead years later- Dad decided to kick the bucket too.

Who said money had all cures, the most terrible poverty is loneliness as an orphan.

This mansion has always been stifled quiet except the occasional banter of my housekeeper.

“Mr Kapoor you have a call.”

“Get me the phone please.”

“Hello, son! Happy Thanksgiving! “

“Happy Thanksgiving Dad! Will you join me for dinner at nine today?”

“Sorry, but you know travelling makes me sick. “

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