Thursday Introspections 16.11.17

The diamond
26.6.13

“Its a priceless jewel sir.” the man opened the ivory box and the small stone sparkled like a little star burning in deep blue sky.

“People say its owner never tastes poverty again.” he continued in a hypnotizing tone.

“how much?” Tushar asked.

“Fifty thousand… its actual price is far more but I don’t have papers… and I desperately need the money.”

Tushar handed him over the money next day and collected the stone. He knew he was getting it dirt cheap. Its actual price was far more than fifty thousand.

he placed the diamond in the safe, in his bedroom and went to bed.

when morning came his maid found him lying on bed, dead. there was no sign of any violence or intrusion. it seemed he has passed away in his sleep.

the doctors said his heart just stopped.

“Fifty thousand.. only for you sir… its actual price is far more but I don’t have papers… and I desperately need the money.” the man said, in his hypnotizing voice.

Seth Heeramal picked up the sparkling diamond from the velvet box to check it out.

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