Simran watched his monstrous frame as it slithered out of the cave, and thereafter, just before he disappeared, the words__tumbling out of a mouth, decidedly evil,  and delivered with an edge, that she had by now come to fear and that which left her in a dreadful fright every time he muttered as much as a single syllabic sound.

‘I will be back, soon’,  Raj had said, the words, a threat, delivered in that gruffy, alcohol scarred voice of his, scary enough to send cold waves of fear down her spine.

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