journey of a premed.

What I am about to tell you is going to make you question everything. A murder took place in my locality. A wife killed her husband , But here’s the chilling part… the husband is still alive. She confessed everything—the knife, the blood, the moment his body went still. But when the police arrived, he was right there, breathing, unharmed. No wounds. No blood. Just confusion in his eyes. She insists she did it. She remembers the weight of the knife, the warmth of his blood. So, is she lying? Is she hallucinating? Then there’s the inspector. From the moment he arrives, something about him feels off. He listens to her confession too calmly, asks strange questions, almost as if he already knows the answers. It’s like he’s not there to solve the mystery—he’s there to watch it unfold. Is he investigating the case… or playing a role in it? If this unsettles you, then Yesterday Night I Killed My Husband by Darshan Desale is the book for you. It will make you question everything you think you know. Now tell me—if someone confessed to a murder that never happened, would you believe them… or start doubting your own reality?