THE STORY...

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So here we start with an all new segment of our blog which will be covering a story. The story starts here like as follows but we can take it to where ever you want us to take it. With the first post marking the opening we would like you all to flood us with comments on what you feel might happen next. It will then open doors to the next STORY UPDATE....STAY GLUED....THIS IS NOT IT!! THERE IS A LOT MORE TO COME !!  :D :D

It was a rainy night. And she was to go out. She slipped in her favourite jeans and took with her , her favourite clutch , not because she was to impress the person she was about to see, but because she had sudden urge to dress in a way, as if  she’s suddenly the centre of the universe. The meeting was fixed at the bar.
Jack Broson , was a high school friend and a company associate  also till a few months back . And she was a radio jockey. Jack produced and sponsored many of her shows. Though it was more of a hate- hate relationship but somewhere within her she knew she admired that person for his impeccable aura. He was bold, young, dashing, with a killing demeanour. There was a time when they were attracted to each other but did not confront with each other.
Sandy Joe was a popular RJ.  She was the diamond of the small town, finesse. Most of the people didn’t know her by face...heck they didn’t even know her real name but they loved her broadcast.  Work was worship for her and she engaged herself so much that she had no clue of anything beyond her spaces and her work.
They met there at the decided place at 9:00 pm sharp. Both were there before time. They had a drink or two, chatted for hours about work, about past, about their reactions towards each other. The reason why they were here was because Jack was to discuss something very important with Sandy. She had no clue about that thing.
And she opens up her eyes. She could make out from the sunrays that it was morning. She took an idle yawn and thought of sleeping 5 more minutes unless she gathered the fact that she was not at her place!!
Shocked and baffled, she found herself sleeping naked with Jack Broson. A man she disliked. She felt awful within. She could not recollect how she reached at his place and when did she decide to spend a night with him. She started wondering about who provoked this and other such questions circled her mind. She could not breathe and decided to take a bath before she confronts Jack. It was more an egoistic issue than a moral one.
She took a shower but it could not remove the dirt of sleeping with a man she hates. She could still not recollect a word about the last night. She came out and was dressing up. Jack Broson was still asleep. She did not even try to look at him, mighty disgusted about how she was feeling. She then thought of waking him up and asking him about what exactly happened the last night. She speculated that he must have poured some drug in her drink and hence she had no memories of the night before. But why would he do that was the big question.
She pushed him all though but he did not stir from his place. He was dead. She was numb. She froze. She did not know what to do, whom to call for help. He was one of the most popular face of the town and he was lying on the bed naked and dead.