The Revenge (100 word)



The tantrik sat in front of the fire,churning a big bowl of blood and horse piss, occasionally mixing what looked like strands of hair. She turned around and extended her hands to Reema. Her bloodshot eyes, the red tilak on her forehead and the red attire stunned the latter. In her hands was a small packet. 'Go and put this under your husband's pillow, the problem will be solved,' is what she instructed her.

Trembling, she took it and did exactly as told.
A day later, Reema's husband came home, frightened and exhausted.

'Mysterious death of woman flung out from moving car. Driver survives miraculously', read the headlines next morning.

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