The Man Who Forgets

By Deepak Gupta

When we forget things, we don't even know whether we are speaking the red truth or the white lie. Every word we mutter happens to be the thread of becoming the suspect.
 

Robin, a man who was much addicted to reading crime thriller novels, was suffering from amnesia. He would usually forget events even after a few minutes. Last night, after doing passionate romance, when he woke early morning, he found his wife's bloodied index finger on the floor. Mr. John & his assistant take the thread to solve the clueless case. There was no suspect except her husband Robin, who was the only person with his wife. Robin seemed to be the leading culprit. Now the burden of showing the hands clean was on him only, but how he could prove innocent as he didn't even know what happened a few minutes ago.

Will he be able to investigate his own life story? Or he slayed his wife. There are many questions with no clue of answers.

From the author of 'The Power of Nothing' and 'The Lost Child', this time you can't judge the character of this book till the end.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Inspirational Publishing
• Release date: Sep 23, 2021
• ISBN: 9798201616366

Deepak Gupta

Dr. Deepak Gupta is an Assistant Professor in the Department of Computer Science and Engineering at Maharaja Agrasen Institute of Technology, Guru Gobind Singh Indraprastha University, India. He obtained his PhD from Dr. APJ Abdul Kalam Technical University. He is a post doc research fellow in the Internet of Things research lab at Inatel, Brazil. He has been guest editor for 10 special journal issues, including ASoC (Elsevier), NCAA (Springer), Sensors (MPDI) and CAEE (Elsevier). He is Editor-in-Chief of OA Journal - Computers and Associate Editor of Journal of Computational and Theoretical Nanoscience.

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MAN

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FORGETS

DEEPAK GUPTA

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Contents

1.  Title Page

2.  Copyright 2019

3.  Contents

4.  Prologue

5.  Chapter-1

6.  Chapter-2

7.  Chapter-3

8.  Chapter-4

9.   Chapter-5

10. About the Author

Prologue

‘Shut your bullshit mouth till I ask you to open,’ the Chief Inspector John ordered while handcuffing the bloodied cold hands of Robin.

Robin's mouth was already shut as he didn’t know what was happening with him. He wanted to speak some irrelevant sentences as every culprit says, but no matter as no one even agreed to listen to his words seriously. Everything was almost clear after the last night’s incident. His eyes were red-blooded, filled with a lot of unanswered questions, and his mind was paining like it would get burst that time, but as same, there was no one to listen to his words. He was yelling like an insignificant person to prove his sacredness in front of John. 

‘Sir! Please listen,’ requested Robin, trying to save his place. ‘Sir I did nothing.’

Inspector John, his assistant Frankenstein and Robin were on the darkest lane in the police headquarters, which connected the main hall and the police courtroom, where culprits get betrayed to bring out the real truth. They were dragging him hard from the back, as they had already proved that he was the culprit. That was not right, but who cares. Robin’s unconscious eyes were unable to see any light coming his way in the parallel series. If he didn’t know what’s the darkest way in life then he would say, yes, this lane was the one. John’s assistant was really like his name, Frankenstein. Robin couldn’t believe that someone had this type of name. He wanted to laugh, but that was not the right time. Frankenstein was much ruder as Robin saw him many times, quarrelling with the general public and he didn’t want to mess with that bullshit man. Moving on their way,