It had happened so fast that for a fleeting hopeful moment Vihaan wished that this was a nightmare and would soon come to an end. Sadly, it was all true.
He loved and enjoyed being a prankster. While it was permissible to switch sugar with salt in someone’s tea or send a girl letters bearing someone else’s name and admitting later, this time he had crossed the line.
He had recklessly drizzled oil on the last stair of Abhay’s house and wickedly peeked from behind a tree as Abhay, who suffered from haemophilia, slipped and fell down, banging his forehead on the ground and bleeding instantly.
After two days, today Abhay had gained consciousness. Investigations regarding how the oil got there had borne no fruit till now. “I have to confess to everyone, starting with Abhay.” Vihaan thought as he ran up the same stairs, slowly and carefully.