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scream

“Mam , I don’t know what the problem is. My brother Aadi is behaving differently nowadays. He seems isolated . Most of the time, he just wants to sleep, and he gets irritated also over little things . ” Ajay asked the psychologist.

She reacted too busy to listen to his problem and just advised ” I think your brother is going through emotional exhaustion . Try to handle him with more love n care . ”

Not happy with psychologist’s behaviour, Ajay came back home and tried to find some reason out of his brother’s belongings . He got panic stricken when he found Aadi’s recent sketches of jumping off from a building , coming in front of a fast train and hanging from the fan.

Even before his brain could process what he saw , Ajay heard a scream from the roof . He quickly ran upstairs but all he could see was the blood art sketch of that psychologist girl .

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