“Dude, how long have we been best friends.” Akhil wiped the sweat off his brow.
“Since forever, what’s up?” Prakash said.
“I need your help…” Akhil whispered.
“Let me guess, it is to bury a body?” Prakash laughed.
After a few minutes, they were in the basement of Prakash’s building, staring into the bonnet of his car at what looked like a body wrapped in a gunny sack.
“Are you fucking serious?” Prakash soured and looked around the basement.
“I told you I was in deep shit…” Akhil said.
“Why would you bring it here though? You could have just called me home…” Prakash stared at the body again.
“I panicked…” Akhil shrugged, “will you help me or not?”
Prakash kicked the car tyre, walked around the basement and looked back at the body, “who is it?”
“No, the lesser you know the better,” Akhil said.
“Ok…well I am already involved. Might as well see to it you don’t screw this up…” Prakash closed the bonnet and got into the car.
Half an hour later, they were on the outskirts of the city in an old graveyard, hip deep in a newly dug grave.
“That should be deep enough…” Prakash said. They pulled the body out of the car and carried it towards the grave. Read more