My first objective driven story .

The objective of the story is to write a story of 350 words connecting all the following pictures so that each of the characters play a vital role .

Thank You God

-Written by Uddalak Banerjee

hruti was restless it was Dhruvs birthday the following day! She sat up all night, thinking how she could make Dhruvs birthday special. She had already ordered a large chocolate cake and an expensive brown Bailey Hat - somewhat similar to what Dhruv wore during their last office trip together. The Brubeck Bakery was about 7 kilometres away from their Sun Microsystem office at Bandra in Mumbai. Before coming home she had decorated the cubicle and asked Sardarji to clean the place, spray mosquito repellents, arrange for a good quality knife and place it alongside the Hat and cake when the delivery boy comes.

ext day ,Shruti arrived early to office to put final touches to the decoration of the cubicle. Tuesday mornings had the least work load. So when Dhruv arrived to office, he found Shruti and Project Manager, Vikash Agarwal, already waiting for him. Shruti asked everyone to join the celebration. There was hardly any space in the cubicle apart from Dhruvs files and computer - so Shruti held the cake up and asked Dhruv to cut the cake. Dhruv cut the cake and shared it will all members of the floor and thanked Shruti for everything. He kept the knife on side pocket of his bag.

Owards the evening a client called and asked Dhruv to come and check his system immediately. It was urgent, so Vikash asked Dhruv to take his car. Vikashs car had a dysfunctional accelerator which needed to be pressed for longer time to be functional, so while Dhruv left Vikash asked Dhruv to drive attentively. Dhruv was following his instructions until he came to the Ruia traffic signal. The signal was faulty and at that very instant Shruti called Dhruv in his mobile to tell him that delivery boy has come with the hat. Dhruv lost focus and a speedy bus rammed against his car. In inertia Dhruv fell on his bag and the knife of his side pocket penetrated his chest. A mosquito came out of his bag and whispered Thank You God for taking my revenge.