Doomed....

Bella always knew she was unlucky... So she dared not begin anything with her name...

She gave her stories to the publisher and handed over him money...

The man there was in his early 40s, overly dressed and not very friendly... He immediately caught the idea that the girl opposite him could definitely not speak, was signalling something with her hands that he couldn't grasp.. He was free anyway...

There was no much job nowadays... There was a time when his firm used to be in its bloom... There were more than fifty workers under him and he selected only the best articles...

But nowadays no one came...There was only an assistant with him who rarely visits the office... People just came to print some missing reports or cards and that's how he earned a living... So, today, he felt quite interested in this girl, or was it a guy, he was not sure.. and her story seemed quite interesting... He gestured her with difficulty that he couldn't get her...

She took out a paper and pen and started writing something...

After a few minutes, she handed it over to the man...

He glanced at it... The writing was beautiful... And resembled a lot with those in the story... But it's content was rather surprising...

Respected sir,

These stories are written by my sister Dona... She is really busy and couldn't come... She has still more stories with her and will hand it over if these got good reviews... Our family is in a difficult period and we are badly in need of money. Hope you release these as soon as possible and give us some money...

Thank You...

After having a glance at it, he wrote back on the paper asking her to write the author's name and address..

She quickly scribbled it and left swiftly with a nod..

The man watched the rude looking girl as she disappeared behind the street...

He tucked the money into his pocket and wore a strange smile ..

After a long time he will be starting anew.. He loved it, publishing stories that had life and this story especially had a pain in it that struck at his throat as he typed..

It was a bunch of short stories.. each having a different story but a similar feeling that takes the reader through the pointed words into the writer's world..

The man was really impressed and was quite eager to meet the original author..

He had already finished typing and would publish it within two days..

He was really looking forward this time.. There was something great going to happen in his life, he could sense it in the air..

It was past midnight and was showering heavily.. He took his umbrella and set out for home.. His wife would be really angry today..

The content of the story was splashing over his head again..

The writing on the letter..

If his guess was right, why was the guy-looking-girl hiding her identity..?

"If the Dona she mentioned was Mr Jacob's daughter, I can never imagine her to write such a thing..".. He wondered, since he saw the address denoted Jacob's house and everyone knew his pretty daughter..

"But who is this girl..? Dona doesn't have a sibling as far as I know.."

Though confused, he preferred to stay out of other's family matters..

He was getting his pay and her stories were promising him a lot more money.. He should mind his own business..

He rushed towards his home in the dark and chill night.. His eyesight was deceiving him frequently nowadays, moreover the cold was freezing him and adding onto his miseries.. He wished to reach his home as fast as possible..

He barely noticed a van approaching him.. It's light was blocking his vision completely and it took only a fraction of seconds as he lay on the road bleeding profusely..

He felt someone carry him, heard sound of an ambulance before he took a last deep breath...