A LIE OF DEATH

The tires shrieked on the slippery Shillong Road, and Mr. Shrivastava heaved a sigh of relief: an inch more, and he would have met his most unfortunate death! He tried not to think much, and restarted the engine of his vehicle. The North-Eastern rain was Nature's guest that summer. It was his daughter's thirteenth birthday, and he was happy that his meeting at the Administrative Tribunal got postponed. He drove for almost an hour. The rains could not entertain him much. He switched on the radio, and listened to the music. It was soothing. Just then, an announcement on the radio diverted his attention: 

Here comes the traffic announcement on the Shillong Road. Fifty six minutes ago, a car crashed at the Fourth Corner area. The car which had only its driver inside instantly burnt to ashes. The driver has been identified as one Ankush Shrivastava. The road shall stay closed until.......

Mr. Shrivastava kept on driving. He felt his false veins circulating vacuum- there was no blood. He understood why his blood did not turn warmer. He dared not stop his car...he dared not realize the truth!