Musaa


Circumstances handed over a gun in his tiny hands at a tender age. He instantly fell in love with the aesthetics of that lethal weapon. It was like a calling that lured all his senses. Starvation, insomnia, deprivation of bread and roof gave birth to the savage inside him. The bond with the revolver was accelerating with each bullet he shot. Ripping people off their skin, witnessing them bleed to death satisfied his gut. Slaughtering ​people granted his twisted soul infinite vigor. He was becoming a well-known name in the underworld. At the age of 29, Musaa had become the biggest contract killer alive in the state. He was a mother freaking terror walking tall on the abandoned streets of Mumbai. Inhabitants lived in constant fear of death. 

Musaa was on the pinnacle of success until,'SHE' walked in.....

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  1. romali24 August 2017 at 01:00

    I liked it... Loved these 2 lines 'The bond with the revolver was accelerating with each bullet he shot' and ''SHE' walked in.....' ... Nice one dear.

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    1. Unknown24 August 2017 at 01:02

      Thanks Romali. I am glad you liked it. :)

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  2. Unknown24 August 2017 at 10:59

    Would have loved to meet the character in reality .. good write up.. 👍

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    1. Unknown24 August 2017 at 11:25

      If you liked the protagonist , that mean my work isn't too bad. Thanks for liking it :)

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  3. Unknown24 August 2017 at 11:30

    Nicely written

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  4. Unknown3 September 2017 at 01:31

    Would love to know Wat happens later wen she walks in ...!!

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  5. Unknown3 September 2017 at 03:27

    Perfectly crafted phrases with a suspense to carry on. Your becoming quiet a writer youself

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    1. Unknown3 September 2017 at 03:30

      It's all done with a lot of efforts and heart. Glad you liked it. Thanks!!

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  6. Unknown5 September 2017 at 11:16

    Really intresting about musa and more important that there is a hidden writer in you

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  7. Unknown16 September 2017 at 10:18

    superb.. nicely written..

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