I Saw My Killer

By Tarak Ghosh

About the book:
It's a weird science fiction psychological thriller that has a lot of tension until the very end. And finally, there's a weird twist, which you can't even imagine. Relationships are complicated, especially when a third party is involved between a husband and wife. A new beat in a life without rhythm changes everything. It introduces a new equation and a new difficulty. And the brain is the source of all of these issues. The location of the mind is unknown. But, if it lives in the brain, what happens when the brain goes to a new body? Does the new body inherit the brain's identity? Is there no such thing as a separate identity for the body? Dr. Brian, a well-known neuroscientist, falls in love with identical twin sisters. And one of them is killed.
About the author:
Tarak Ghosh is a crime journalist and science fiction novelist who writes for both adults and teenagers. But it is his aviation riddles, such as Flight 73, Silent Cockpit, and Flight 648, that he is best known for. In addition to the aviation mystery, he also penned a couple of Romantic fictions, crime thrillers and several occult fantasies. He works as a criminal reporter, a film director, and the editor of an English news website. His 26 years in journalism have provided him with a broad foundation from which to approach a variety of fiction. He loves to raise his voice against any cruelty to women.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Pencil
• Release date: May 18, 2022
• ISBN: 9789356106987

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I Saw My Killer

BY

Tarak Ghosh

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ISBN 9789356106987

© Tarak Ghosh 2022

Published in India 2022 by Pencil

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DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, events and incidents are the products of the author's imagination. The opinions expressed in this book do not seek to reflect the views of the Publisher.

Author biography

Tarak Ghosh is a crime journalist and science fiction novelist who writes for both adults and teenagers. But it is his aviation riddles, such as Flight 73, Silent Cockpit, and Flight 648, that he is best known for. In addition to the aviation mystery, he also penned a couple of Romantic fictions, crime thrillers and several occult fantasies. He works as a criminal reporter, a film director, and the editor of an English news website. His 26 years in journalism have provided him with a broad foundation from which to approach a variety of fiction. He loves to raise his voice against any cruelty to women.

Other titles from the author

Science Fictions 

Alike, The Snake Woman, Hell Flower, Lust and Poison

Romance

Castle Waits, Hunger Never Fades Away, I Am Suzan

Aviation Mystery (Non-fiction)

Silent Cockpit, Flight MH 370, Flight 73, Flight 648, Wings of Blood

Serial Killer (Non-fiction): Silent Shriek

Meditation

Indian Meditation, Dhyan Aur Jop

Short story Collection: Lucy

Contents

Confined in a Farm-House

Brain and Brian

Iris

As a Guest

A Cloud of Smoke

Accident or Homicide

In the Dark

The Captive Brain

Sweet Haven Hotel

Closed or Kept Open

In the Dane

When Memories were Whipped

Necklace Mystery

Out of the Trap

Confusion Again

Emily’s Statement

Brian’s Statement

Puzzle

Confession of a Brain

Epigraph

We were together even when we were apart.

– Shannon A. Thompson

Preface

Relationships are complicated, especially when a third party is involved, between a husband and wife. A new beat in a life without rhythm changes everything. It introduces a new equation and a new difficulty. And the brain is the source of all of these issues. The location of the mind is unknown. But, if it lives in the brain, what happens when the brain goes to a new body? Does the new body inherit the brain's identity? Is there no such thing as a separate identity for the body?   

Dr. Brian, a well-known neuroscientist, gave it a lot of thought. His research goal was to bring all of the memories buried deep within one's mind to light. Because buried memories can produce a wave of distrust in a relationship. And occasionally, the repressed memories erupt like a tsunami and slam into someone. Relationships fall apart, and life becomes more difficult. In his married life, he receives a new research topic.

Iris and Emily are twin sisters. Not only are their body shapes identical, but so are their hair colors, fingerprints, and irises. This means that biometric data will not be able to differentiate between the two in any way. After marrying Emily, Brian, a world-famous neuroscientist also develops a relationship with Iris. The subject of his research is twofold: firstly, to know the secrets of one's mind; and secondly, to check whether the twins were mentally different. 

Acknowledgements

As a music fan, I'm happy to dedicate my book to

MC Stan, India's most well-known hip-hop rapper, after listening to the song AMIN

Confined in a Farm-House

Freya's eyes shot open, and she awoke choking and gasping for air, as if she'd been in a nightmare. She didn’t know where she was. She didn’t know how long she’d been there. By that point, she was so wracked with pain, so desperate for escape, she barely remembered who she was. She tried to sit up but couldn’t. Her arms were spread out wide on either side of her, and her wrists were bound with rope that disappeared under the bed. Attached to the bed railing? She struggled against the confinement, but couldn’t escape her bondage. The ropes held her bound tightly. She opened her mouth to yell for help and realized she couldn’t. A thick rag tied across her open mouth effectively gagged her. She widened her eyes, but nothing was visible in front of her, as if she had lost her eye sight for ever. She had been stuck in that hellish darkness for hours, possibly days.

And she knew she would die there. Her spine was tingling with a chilling surge of terror. She tried to scream in terror, but her throat felt as if it were sandpaper. A feeble sound came from his throat. She shifted her head slowly to see if there was any window or door there. She couldn’t see any details in the darkness. Freya was perplexed as to why she was there. Is it day or night? Why is she strapped? She asked her, but got no possible response. Her mind just whispered, Calm down and think about why you are here."

She moved her eyes as far as she could see. Suddenly, a faint light came out from the corner and made the room semi-light. She shifted her gaze, and she noticed that a section of the wall was moving. It was the door, she thought. The door creaked. The light from the doorway blinded her. A vaguely silhouetted figure was visible in the doorway as the door partially opened. She was going to jump out of terror, but the ropes around her legs and hands pinned her to the bed. She couldn’t move an inch but felt a cutting pain in her hands. Drops of tears ran down her cheek. She closed her eyes in fear and shot them open instantly.

Freya noticed a figure approaching her bed. She looked up to see who the strange person was. The figure was dressed in a black cloak, which kept his body hidden from her gaze. He moved closer, stopping at the side of the bed. The man’s eyes were blue, and his cheeks flushed pink. He looked familiar, but she couldn’t quite place him. She had seen him somewhere before, hadn’t she?

Hello, my pretty flower, he said. Freya gasped. His fists clenched and unclenched, his eyes glaring at her. She stared at him, her mouth moving but no sound coming out. He looked at her, and his eyes hardened. One side of his mouth grinned, and he said, Do you know what I am going to do to you?

She gazed up at him, pleading with him, letting her eyes speak for her. The man leaned a little closer and extended his hand. Freya tried to move away in fear, but the rope prevented her from doing so. The man reached out and immediately unwrapped the tape around her mouth.

Freya screamed in terror, Who the hell are you? Why did you tie me? Please, let me ... Her throat was so dry and raw from how she had cried. How shehad begged There was a silence. The silence was broken with a hissing sound. You couldn't remember anything?

No.

Really?

No, nothing. Just let me go.

He smiled like a hyena. Could you remember you took a photograph while I was digging the ground in the forest?

As soon as his words reached her ears, she was startled. One by one, all of the strands of fog in her head appeared to go away. Freya drew her eyes closed and tried to figure out exactly what had happened. Because the brain was not functioning properly, the thoughts were dispersed and did not come together. She attempted to gather all of her jumbled thoughts into one place, and she remembered everything in an instant.

Freya could remember that she was assigned to take a unique nature shot. She was looking for a job as a photographer at the time. She heard from her friends who worked for the magazine that they were paid well. They suggested she meet Roy Harris, the chief photographer for ‘The Natural’ magazine.

He is the only man. The company's chairman places significant emphasis on his comments. They inspired hope in her. She met Roy Harris. After a brief talk, Roy gave her an assignment to take nature shots. She had the opportunity to collaborate with them if they were distinctive and selected. Roy gave her some advice.

While driving down the highway, Freya noticed a wooded area a few days ago. The environment was beautiful and home to many different birds and small animals. She chose that location for her first assignment. It was early morning, and the sun had not yet risen. Freya prepared herself for her assignment. Her mother said, "When will you be back? I have an invitation in the afternoon.

Don't worry, I will be right back, mom. You get a time to be ready for the invitation. She said, smilingly.

Freya started her car and drove along the highway. The highway runs through a valley. It was only 30 miles from her house, so it wasn't a long trip. While driving along the highway, she appeared to be in a good mood. She occasionally turned her gaze to the camera bag before returning her gaze to the road. The sun was still low in the eastern sky and a steamy mist was rising from the wooded area into the cool air as she pulled up alongside the forest. She pulled the car to the side of the road and took a look around. It was the first morning without any noticeable traffic.

She climbed off the car with her bag and followed a walking path through the woodland. The road climbed steadily through the woods. The forest was not deep at first. But after walking a few meters, the woodland became dense. She went on, the road curving in gentle switchbacks as she climbed the hills. She glimpsed glimpses of the river far below through the trees, the