“Every day I thrash you like a dog, still you don’t learn your lessons, do you?” he grabbed her hair to pull her out of the bed and got electrocuted.
He fell on the ground with a thud, dead his wife went out through the wall and flew, gently perched on the banyan tree nearby and started to hum a saucy tune, smiling widely.
His real wife was miles away, being consoled by her mother; the impostor was a ghost, she too was a dowry victim who was killed by her husband for a new car, she just wanted to have some fun.
This is an excerpts from one of the 5 books published in December 2014, simple storybooks, without illustration. I have tried to keep the price as low as possible for your happiness. 🙂
The bridge of her dreams
ISBN-13: 978-1505309966 (CreateSpace-Assigned)
BISAC: Fiction / Fantasy / General