Raj and Meenu's first night at Perth

The great Indian wedding night/suhagraat

Knock knock

The first time I saw my neighbor kill someone, I didn't scream. I watched. I stood frozen behind my bedroom curtains as Adrian Blackwood dragged a blood-soaked body across his backyard like it was nothing more than a bag of trash. I should have called the police. I should have run. Instead, I made the mistake of looking up. Adrian was already staring at me. And then he smiled. The next morning, he knocked on my door. Knock. Knock.