Within Her Threads

Never, never did I thought I would write this book. Never Its like a dream or perhaps a nightmare. A nightmare that I have lived and survived.

It all happened a year ago, but it is still so fresh in my eyes. SHE is still so fresh in my eyes.
I just need to close my eyes to see her standing on the doorway of my London apartment and open them to see the picture of her dead body in my phone.
I want to delete her picture but I am unable to. After all, it is this picture that compelled me to believe in the unbelievable. One minute she was standing in my London apartment and another minute, her body was fished out of a lake in India. It was tragic. It was shattering but it was maddening to know that she was killed.

Who killed my sister and why?

I am Neil and this is my story.