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She!

Episode 3

It was a pleasant morning, a wonderful overview around the lush green environment.

She was going to school every day by auto rickshaw. Gautham and Malar were her soul mates. There were no in differences and conflicts between them.

Gautham is elder than Malar. His sister Malar and She was studied at the same grade. Plenty of memories were piled up on every day in their journey of life. There was no room for jealousy, gossips and in differences. Three of them were like brother and sisters, they helped one another, they never gave up on each other at any cost.

There was a smooth relationship and a solid bond between them. But, a terrible accident was awaited to shake out their little hearts, It was unexpected.

That day, as usual, She watered all the plants in the garden and shared her happy moments with her soul mates and her family on the weekend. While she was ready to go to school and meet her friends, the sound of horn reached out her house. She jumped out of her house to see her friends.

Gautham smirked and greeted her but Malar was not well. So, she was absent that day. As she was her best friend, It was a long day to her to pass without Malar. After the end of school hours, Gautham and She played in the school for a while, waiting for their auto rickshaw to come.

They played real hard and was totally tired. As the auto rickshaw passed out a greenish park, Gautham started to pull out the leaves and barks of the trees passed by. Suddenly, another auto rickshaw rushed in the wrong way passed them resulting in terrible accident.

Gautham's hand was cut down because of the sudden rush and within a second of time, the blood was splashed over her body.

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