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★☆★ Xforum | Ultimate Story Contest 2022 ~ Reviews Thread ★☆★

Baban

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रचनाकार- Baban महोदय


बहुत ही शानदार और लाजवाब कहानी है महोदय।

आप सच मे एक बहुत ही मंझे हुए रचनाकार है। आपकी सभी कहानियाँ बहुत ही उम्दा होती हैं पिछली बार दोस्ती और इस बार एहसास। मज़ा आ गया पढ़कर।।

प्यार क्या है, इस सवाल का जवाब समुंदर में कील ढूंढने जैसा है। हर इंसान के लिए प्यार का मतलब अलग अलग होता है। किसी का प्यार जिस्मानी होता है तो किसी का प्यार रूहानी होता है।। रूहानी प्यार तो आजकल बस किस्से कहानियों में ही देखने को मिलते हैं।। तन्मय और माया का प्यार भी जिस्मानी न होकर रूहानी ही है।।

माया की तीन पापियों ने इज़्ज़त लूट ली थी, जिसकी सज़ा उन्हें माया ने दी। या यूं कहें कि उसकी भटकती हुई रूह ने दी। आज तन्मय बहुत उदास है और वो माया को याद कर रहा है दिल से।। तन्मय और माया साथ मे पढ़े जहां पर तन्मय को माया से प्यार हो गया, लेकिन माया शायद तन्मय को अपना अच्छा दोस्त समझती थी, बलात्कार वाली घटना के बाद सबकुछ लगभग बदल सा गया हो।
इस घटना के बाद भी तन्मय के प्यार में कोई कमी नहीं आई बल्कि वो और भी गहरा होता चला गया।। बलात्कारियों को माया ने जो सज़ा दी वो बहुत सही थी। हर बलात्कारी के साथ ऐसा ही होना चाहिए।

आज माया भले ही तन्मय के पास नहीं है लेकिन फिर भी तन्मय माया को बेपनाह प्यार करता है और यही कारण है कि माया उसकी सोच के जरिये उससे मिलने के लिए रोज उसकी बालकनी में आती है।।।

Bahut bahut shukriyaa... Itna khoobsurat feedback aur review ke liye... Mere pichley dono story- Respect aur dosti dono mein hi maine insaniyaat ko dikhane ki koshish ki thi... Aur ismein bhi insaniyaat dosti aur pyar dikhane ki koshish ki.... Aapko itna pasand aya isliye dilse shukriya....

Kuch dino se aya nahi... Beech mein kuch problem bhi hua tha yahan.... Par aaj akar aapka review parkey bahut khusi hui♥️
 

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Nice concept, a family trying to navigate thier way through a adverse situation. A lot of fantasy work is embedded, nice details to create the fight scene, spell work and establishing the mystic theme the story has to offer. I think this theme has a great potential of a full fledged story, and am looking forward to read it. This story is a literal treat for the fantasy lovers. Well done Pumpkin :hug:
 
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WishMaster by Adirshi

Mai bata rahi hoon, jaise hi maine iska nam Shanaya padha :censored: tabhi mujhe pata tha ye :censored: :censored: :censored: ne hi dhoka dena hai story me aur hua bhi wahi, :censored: :censored:, :censored: dusre ka kaam chura ke nobel leti hai, :censored: ki mauth bhi na naseeb ho tujhe to :angry++:

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These story invoked all my raw emotions, I don't feel like that a lot anymore, it's very rare at this point of life when I feel so enraged towards a character, but this story! ✨ The well blended mix of emotions and scifi, mamamia kaptaan saab :adore: you have earned a fan :flyer: :hug: I am so glad that I met you on this forum and got to read your fine work :shakehands:
 
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Pure dimag ko ghuma dene wali thi. Yug ke andar total 3 personality thi. Ek woh khud dusra sahyug aur teesra Yash. Aur maze ki baat Yug ko sirf Sahyug ke baare mein pata tha.

Puri story mein bahot kuch aisa tha jisse dimaag hi ghumm gaya tha. Sach mein story bahot achhi lagi. Padh ke maza aaya. Dusri story ka intezaar rahegaa.
thank bro, dusri to aane se rahi isme hi 7k word me muskil ho gaya 16k words se 7 tak laya hun bahut kuch katna pada story me se ab normal story pe update dunga
 
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Jabardasttt Storyy thiii. Maza aagaya padhkee.

Hero ki soch toh achhi thi. Par uski yeh achhi soch ne bahot kuch bigaad diyaa. Multiverse ka portal open kardiya jiske madad se dusre earth se hero ka hi ek roop waha aagaya aur usne 2 saal tak hero ko kaidd kardiyaa.

Par aakhir mein jeet sachai ki hui. Hero ke parivaar ka phir se milan hua aur unhone milke villain ko maar giraya.

Isse ek chiz toh sikhne ko mili prakriti ke niyam se kabhi ched chaad nhi karni chahiye bhale hi aapka motive achha ho. Aur bahot baar achhe motive bhi musibat laa sakte hai.
:hug: is review ke lie dhanyawad aapka, mujhe behad khushi hui ki aapko kahaani pasand aayi aur aapne enjoy Kari, aur aap isse kuch seekh le ke gye. Jo ki mera ek maatra maksad tha.
Aasha karta hu, main aise hi aap sab manoranjan karta hu, sabko khush karta rahu
 
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Nice concept, a family trying to navigate thier way through a adverse situation. A lot of fantasy work is embedded, nice details to create the fight scene, spell work and establishing the mystic theme the story has to offer. I think this theme has a great potential of a full fledged story, and am looking forward to read it. This story is a literal treat for the fantasy lovers. Well done Pumpkin :hug:
:love: will write full story if there are enough readers for it. Fantasy was the main theme in it, also put thriller spin to it, I am glad you liked it. I think, my motive was to put a story who has its aura and breath around the magic. Will see what future holds or readers holds in their hearts for this story.
 
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Story: Purwa our geeta

Writer: Md sultantipu40

Total word Count ~ 5700 approx.

Pehale to dost mein aap ko badhaee doonga ke aap ne bhaag liya iss contest mein… best of luck!!
Kahanee likahana koyee aasan kaam nahee he… yeh aik creative kaam he… jis ko writer apne khoon aur bhaavanaon se seench kar rachtaa he…

Story ka theme he multiple murders based thriller-mystery… jis mein aik mukhy role aik aatma kaa he… Aatma he “purvaa” ki… jis ka murder ho jata he apne Pita, Mata aur Didi ke saath… aur Purvaa kee aatma aik aur mrt ladkee “geeta” ke badan mein samaa jaatee he… apnee family ke khoon ka badla lene…
Aur phir shareer tau hota he ‘geeta’ ka magar aatma hotee he “purvaa” kee… iss tarah se badlaa poora hotaa he…

Kiran aik achhee aur inteeligent police officer, jo ke iss case ko suljhatee he… aur pooree hakeekat uss ke maadhyam se readers ke saamne khul jaatee he…

Bro… aap ne intahiyee brilliant plot sochaa aur theek kirdaar chunne… aap ka conceptual work atiutkrsht tha… yadi execution bhee ussee tarah kee hotee to bina kissi sandeh ke yeh kaha jaa sakta thaa ke yeh story aik masterpiece hotee…
Aisa nahee he ke conceptual aur execution ke gap ke kaaran se story kaa level neeche aagaya ho… magar mein ne aap kee doosaree stpries padhee hein aur yeh mein achhe se jaanta hun ke aap kee lekhan Kaushal kitane umdaa hein… anyways overall the story was good…

Aap ke bhavishy ke prayaason ke lie shubhakaamanaen… 🙏
Thanks bhai

àap ne sahi kaha bhai soch kar likhne main dimag kharab ho jata hai phir bhi galtiyan to ho hi jata hai

bahut sukriya bhai aap ko story pasand aai
 

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This Shall Too Pass...
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"This shall too pass, This shall too pass"


I kept murmuring while I held onto the pendant I wore all the time, it was the last thread attaching me to my mother.


I have witnessed a lot of cold nights, battled through so many storms, life has thrown me a number of hardships but never have I ever encountered such an atrocity.


Am I being melodramatic again? Maybe!


I got curled up into a ball under the fancy cosy blanket which provided no comfort to my aching heart.


"You should handle the situation wisely"


I remembered what my friend Sujata told me this afternoon, she made it sound so easy. But I don't know why, is it my small town girl ethics or my mother's "be a good girl" conditioning that I couldn't accept the fact that Aman, my partner, was cheating on me, and be okay with it.


I was devastated!


And every time I shared it with a Delhiite, they either normalised it, or encouraged me to do the same with him.


But I couldn't.


Maybe with someone else, in some other relationship, but not in this one. With Aman I have taken a leap of faith. I created a life around him because he was everything I have ever wanted.


But was it love?


"No, it is the idea of love, you don't love him, you just love the fantasy you are creating around him, and fantasies are never real!"


The wise words from my mother stabbed me in the heart. The disappointment in her eyes spoke it all. She always criticized my taste in men and when I told her that I was moving in with Aman and we will be in a live-in relationship, she won and proved her point.



I still remember her last look, she held my hand firmly and slipped her pendent in my hand and whispered,


"This shall too pass!"


I never looked back, even in her last statement she wanted me to get over Aman and I couldn't even stand the idea of it.


But don't know why I wore the pendent in a gold chain and in the past 4 years whenever it felt like life is beating me down, I held the pendent and murmured,


"This shall too pass, This shall too pass!"



But last April, it all started, and even my mother's magic spell couldn't save me from the impact.


It started slow, in a silent creeping way. Me and Aman moved to a new apartment, a better one. We started making wedding plans and the best thing, Aman was totally invested in it.


Aman! Well he was not a very emotional kind of person. He looked for logics and potential returns in every situation. He was someone who always kept a door open to walk out of any relationship or situation which did not serve him well. But this time he really wanted to get married.


"See maa, I have made him fall in love with me, I made this relationship work!" I won the battle I continuously fought in my mind with my mother and her beliefs.


But then we met her, Mrs. Padma Iyer. She was our neighbour. The first time we met her was at our housewarming party. She was with her husband who seemed like a nice fellow, he was in his late 40s and brought a wave of laughter every time he cracked a dad joke.


Padma was in her early 40s. She seemed normal to me at first. But then I noticed, her eye contact, her eventual subtle body gestures to expose her deep cleavage hidden behind her kanjivaram, she kept chewing something and curved her lips sexily whenever anyone passed her a compliment. She was pretty and also carried herself nicely.


But why should I give her a damn, until I noticed her extra hip swings in front of Aman. And I was taken by surprise when I saw Aman gawking at her.


First time in so many years I saw him nervous while she checked him out from top to bottom and offered a drink, almost blatantly in front of me. Aman was polite but she made her mark on me. I never felt so powerless in my own home.


I tried to shake it off. I thought about talking about it with Aman, but I knew he would discard my allegations in a moment and prove me wrong in every way possible, after all he was a lawyer, a damn good one. "


"




I sighed heavily as I experienced a sharp pain in my head as I recalled all those memories I wanted to forget.


"It's okay, have some water"


I opened my eyes, Neeraj was holding glass in front of me. I looked at him and my tears rolled down my cheeks. I was still holding my mother's pendant in my hand and kept murmuring "This shall too pass"


I took the glass from Neeraj's hand and gulped the water.


"I'll brew some tea"


I nodded my head and Neeraj got busy with his tea set.


Life seems so uncertain at this point, it's been just two months I have separated from Aman but all the wounds still seem so fresh.


"Here, have it"


I was lost in my thoughts when Neeraj handed me a warm cup.


"It's ok, we have made some progress, it's enough for the first day, we can do the rest in the next session"


Neeraj sipped his tea, his lips were curved in the most charming smile I have ever seen. I also tried to force a smile on my face.


I finished my cup and expressed my gratitude for being so supportive in my healing journey.


I unlocked my apartment, Sujata was still not home. I went to the kitchen, tried to eat but couldn't, lately I have been so much in my head that all I want is to lie down on my bed and be alone.


The day I collapsed in the office, was the acme of my sufferings. In the hospital I was told by the doctor that I was pregnant and had acute depression. I was told that my mental health can cause serious issues for my child and everything went gibberish after that, I zoned out, and detached from everything real and present around me.


I went to my apartment, I knew Aman was not home, I packed my stuff and moved in with my cousin brother and her wife. They were kind enough to give me shelter while I hunted for a new place to live.


All of that was not because I was a mother and I wanted to take care of my baby, I was even thinking about abortion and kept my pregnancy a secret from everyone.


A few days later Sujata offered me to stay with her, she had a nice place and wanted me to be her roommate. I was honestly dumbstruck by her offer, she never seemed like the helping kind. But I took the offer anyway. Since then I have been living with her.


Aman! Well, he took the easy way out. He didn't even contact me. No phone calls, no text, no follow up. Nothing! Puff! Just gone.


But I was stuck in my past, I relived every moment of shame and guilt over and over again in my mind like an endless cycle.


I remember the first night after the party. I was rubbing lotion on my shoulder. I could sense the sexual tension in Aman's body language. He glared at my breasts like a hungry beast. Honestly I enjoyed it.


That day he devoured my pussy, I was surprised by his cunnilingus skills, it was not very common for him to go down on me. The way he played with my clits and kept swiping his tongue up and down, I couldn't hold myself too long.


He didn't waste a moment after it, then and there, on the dressing table he ripped off my panty, spread my knees and put his length inside. He thrusted me up, and with every thrust he became wilder. He cupped my neck and started choking me lightly and by the time he was finished with me I was lightheaded.


It was the first time. But I knew I was not the person in his mind. He wanted to fuck Padma like this, but he couldn't so he fucked me.


After that day I became a tissue paper for him, he became horny often and fucked me like a brainless peice of meat, like a personal slut he owned.


And I let it happen…



I was sexually deprived. Even the kinkiness of staying together without a wedlock couldn't spark the bed anymore. So when Padma entered our life I let it happen.


First I thought it was just harmless banter. She often visited our home with a pot of her extra spicy sambar. Aman seemed to be in love with that. But then she visited in my absence. I knew but I did nothing to stop it.


Aman kept on fucking me hardcore. But after every session I was getting buried under my own guilt. The guilt of letting another woman freely seduce my man so I could enjoy the sex in bed.


For how long?


I knew Aman was eager to fuck her. I saw him clicking his dick pics to send her. I knew they were sexting. It was just a matter of time he was going to fuck her.


It became so intense and so quick and soon grew out of my control.


One Sunday, I was feverish and pretending to sleep when I heard them talk and what I heard made me sick to the stomach.


"Ahhh press harder Aman" Padma moaned


"For how long you are going to starve me Padma, let me fuck you today" Aman's voice was deep and full of anticipation.


I bit my own tongue so hard to keep my cries inside my mouth. They were just there in the living room making out while I was lying sick in the bedroom.


"You know the rule Aman, if you want to fuck me, you have to share your wife too, transactions doesn't work one way, you know that"


It was the first time I zoned out, I felt like falling into my own headspace.


"You know, my hubby is so into virgin asses and your wife makes him drool every time she walks past him.


So next time, when we meet, make your wife ready for a good fuck, otherwise, THIS is over!"



I heard footsteps departing and a heavy silence filled the apartment. For a brief moment I thought it was over, Aman can cheat but he will never share.


I heard footsteps coming towards the room. Aman entered and closed the door behind him. I sensed him opening a drawer. He sat beside me, put a hand inside the blanket and started rubbing my back.


In a few moments he climbed on me, I was wearing a tank top and shorts. I heard him breathing heavily, he came on top of me, without any warning or foreplay he flipped me back, lifted up my hips and ripped off my shorts and panties.


Before I could say anything he penetrated his cock inside me and started fucking. I was not ready, I was not wet, I was actually dry from hearing that conversation. I struggled beneath him, and urged him to let me go. But then my body kept responding, I grew warm, sultry, wet and inviting as he pounded me raw. My screams turned into moans and why not, after all he was my man.


My mind somehow tricked me into believing that he was jealous, he wanted to claim me, he was done cheating on me and wanted to make things right.


But that sunny bright thought turned into a nightmare as he pulled his cock out and started transferring my juices in my ass.



"I own you bitch, I own your ass, I own your every hole, and I will be the one who fucks your ass FIRST!"


Without delaying a moment he pressed his cock in my butthole, I struggled and refused, the pain was unbearable. He started playing with my clits, my body was so used to responding to his touch that I grew softer in just a moment, he pressed his cock hard and kept repeating it.


I was trapped in the cycle of sanity and insanity, his words "I fuck your ass first" kept ringing in my ears. It means he was ready to share me, taking my virgin ass was a necessary ritual.


No matter how much I wanted to resist, I went down the spiral of pain and pleasure, and zoned out again as he started in and out. The physical pain only added to my pussy juices. I wanted to scream, push him out, make a scene, but all I could do was moan in a way that he became addicted to it. He knew exactly how to play with my body, he knew me so well, he made me come so hard that I also became confused!


Do I like it?


He put one of his feet on my head and pushed me hard in the mattress, he grabbed both of my hands behind me thrusted hard, my whole body ached but out of nowhere I came crashing with an orgasm again, this time I cried out loud but couldn't ignore the wave of bliss my pussy was generating, after a few moments he came too, and as soon as he was finished he left the room, left the house, and didn't came home until I was gone to the office the next day.


I could still feel myself in that moment, in that body, one hole filled with his cum and another with my own juices, sore breasts and red hot nipples, and a lump of emotions in my throat. A tornado of guilt and shame generated right in the middle of my chest and engulfed me, I just sobbed silently, the whole night.


I don't remember how I reached office that day, I just remember the thought popping in my head that it was just the beginning, next will be Mr.Iyer and then there will be a next and a next, and a next…


"Let me talk to her once Sujata"


I came out of my thoughts and tears came rolling down my eyes, it's him, he came back, he came back for me. I was surprised to see how my mood changed from hating him to the urge to hug him and kiss him.


"She doesn't want to talk to you or see your face Aman, you have done enough damage now leave her ALONE!" I heard Sujata arguing in my favor.


"Yeah bro leave, unless you want me to beat the shit out of you"


UGH! It's him again, Sujata's annoying boyfriend! Vinay!


I came out of my room and stood in the living room, I saw Aman and Vinay staring at each other, Aman noticed me and tried to come towards me, Vinay blocked his way and a vile argument started. I made eye contact with Sujata and signalled her to make Vinay stop. She did so.


I stepped out of the apartment and closed the door behind me, I stood there in the hallway with Aman. He was drunk, which was not very normal for him.


Looking at him I realised I didn't want to go back to him, it was just the idea of the life I had which was alluring, and he was a big part of it.


But not anymore, he wanted to hug me but I took a step back, he tried to touch my face and I looked the other way with disgust. I wanted to slap him, but I just sobbed. We stood there in awkward silence. He seemed ashamed but didn't say anything.


After a while which felt like eternity, He took my hand forcefully and held it on his chest,


"If you ever need anything, any help, I want you to know, that I am here and I always will be"


As soon as he finished his speech he bolted down the stairs and disappeared.


That's it? All he had to say that he was here, to help me? No apologies, no remorse? After ghosting me for two months all I got was a friendly speech! I was furious and wanted to spat on his mouth for being such a bastard.


I turned to the stairs to follow him down, I was so ready to make a scene, but then I saw Neeraj peeking from his door, yes he was Sujata's neighbour. He raised his eyebrow in the most charming way possible and automatically I started breathing deeply, I knew he wanted me to let go of my anger, my pain, my need to hurt him and myself, and that's what I did, or he did, just by existing, just by making the eye contact at the right time, at the exact moment, just when I needed.


I nodded my head slightly, he smiled at me, the most comforting smile I have ever seen. I turned around and went straight to my room. Vinay kept babbling and Sujata tried to comfort me but I paid no attention. I was grateful that they are letting me stay.


I sat in the corner of my bed and hugged myself. I tried to concentrate on Neeraj and his smile. I don't know how it was the only comfort I had right now.


I have met Neeraj here and there whenever I visited Sujata. He was her neighbour for two years or so. He is a psychiatrist and had a reputation in his field. When my doctor told me to get therapy for my mental issues I was highly reluctant. How could I face all of those moments again, I was afraid of Aman and I was afraid of myself.



For most of my sessions I just sat there, Neeraj also sat there. He let the silence fall but never made it awkward. For some sessions I just sat there and cried, for some we both stared out of the window, mostly we sipped tea together, I don't know what he gave me but it was very calming.


Today was the first instance when I spoke. It felt good. My life right now was a dark room and he was the candle, so calm and pure, yet whenever I looked in his eyes I saw fire, a fire which could melt every obstacle in his way.


I liked him, and he liked me too. He was my psychiatrist and I was his patient. I shouldn't feel this way towards him. Maybe I was just depending on him, maybe I was just lonely, I just couldn't believe that I felt that way for someone too soon. I felt like betraying myself. So I tried to pull back my feelings, but every time I do that a string so strong binds me with him.


He accepted me when I couldn't accept myself. I paid him for the treatment but still his warmth was priceless. It melted all my bits and broken pieces, and I was becoming whole again. He gave me a new perspective of life and I was ready to keep my baby.



Two things happened after Aman visited, he kept texting bullshit that I didn't pay much attention and Vinay started really acting up.


Vinay was just another spoiled brat who created a scene out of no reason, like why pizza was taking a bit longer or why cricketers were not playing in a particular match and so on.


I didn't care at first but then his scenes became drunken scenes. His body language grew violent and I sensed he was hitting Sujata. He started showing up even when Sujata was not at home, sometimes drunk and sometimes sober. Worst part, he insisted on waiting inside.


I kept myself locked most of the time or went out for a walk if the time was right. One night I finished a session with Neeraj and came back home. He had a flight to catch, and was going for a conference in Bangalore.


I was just opening the front door, when I noticed it was already open. I could hear Vinay barking on phone on some stupid topic, I peeked inside the room to look for Sujata but she wasn't home. I looked at my wrist watch and it was 10 pm. I couldn't go out for a walk at this time, so I went inside and planned to get locked in my room.


"You, tell me where Sujata is, right now!"


As soon as I entered, Vinay started to bark at me. I was already annoyed and was in no mood to entertain him.


"I don't know" I said and started to walk past him.


"What do you think you are going, tell me where Sujata is or I'll slit your throat right now"


With all my surprise Vinay grabbed my elbow and dragged me towards him. He had a knife in his hand, his eyes were bloody red, his rage shattered all the self confidence I have been building and I was shivering again.


"I know you are also a whore just like her, so tell me where she is or I'll start scaring your face"


Vinay touched his knife on my face, the cold touch of metal only worsened my panic.


"I really don't know Vinay, Please let me go '' A teardrop rolled down my cheeks.


But Vinay was in no mood, I don't know what made him so angry and out of the blue why he was targeting me but he kept pressing his blade on my cheek and soon I felt a sharp sting, with the corner of my eye I saw a thin stream of blood running on my cheek. I gasped and screamed in pain.


I couldn't take it anymore. I tried to push him aside but he was a strong guy. I kept struggling, I don't know how I gathered the strength to use my other hand and grabbed a vase and hit his head. He stumbled and left my hand, the blow was not that strong and he recovered soon, but in that small instance I ran as fast as I could. I knew I couldn't get out of the apartment because he was blocking the way, so I locked myself inside my room.


For eight long minutes, I kept calling all the possible numbers I could imagine saving me from this calamity. Vinay kept banging on my door, calling me names, giving me threats. So I did what I never wanted to do.


I called Aman!


He picked up, I think I mumbled "Please Save Me" I was experiencing breathlessness due to panic and passed out.


I don't know who came first, my landlord, my cousin, Sujata or Aman. I just know when I opened my eyes, Aman was there, he was frantically calling my name. He had tears in his eyes, I have never seen tears in his eyes, I was relieved. I hated him for so long, but at this moment I can't, the idea of love came rushing and I submitted. Forgiveness is the strongest virtue of a woman, and so I did forgive him.




I frantically bit my nails as I was waiting for the most important text of my life. The tick tock of the old clock of my mother's house just added to my palpitation.


It's been one year since that incident. The incident which changed the whole equation of my and Aman's relationship.


My pregnancy got revealed when I was taken to the hospital for treatment. Aman immediately proposed and I said yes!


The blanket of safety and security I experienced in his arms after facing such an adverse situation, I couldn't say no. He seemed like a changed man. His eyes sparkled with tears of joy. He kissed my forehead so many times and asked for forgiveness. He had a look on his face which I always wanted to see, He was in love!


We soon got married! Moved to a new house and started preparing a room for our new family member. Life was blissful.


I am happy, or maybe I should say, I appear to be happy.


I am in love with Aman, or maybe I should say, I appear to be madly in love with Aman.


But the thing is once you touch depression, you are never the same anymore. With depression comes a blessing in the disguise of a boon.


"Overthinking!"


I first started mulling when Sujata asked me to move in with her, her benevolent nature was a whole 180, and after Aman I trusted no one.


One night when she passed out due to over drinking, I accessed her phone, I knew her password was her birth date. She never cared much about her privacy and all.


At first I found nothing suspicious, but then I noticed she had a contact name: "❤️❤️❤️", I searched for Vinay and she had a separate contact on his name.


I found chatting with her lovey dovey in the WA. It took me just one look to figure out who he was. The chatting style, the stoic gestures, the locations where he wanted to hook up with Sujata, all pointed to one person,



AMAN!


I didn't panic that day, I felt intrigued. Aman cheating on me was old news. So I started paying more attention. I noticed the bond Sujata had with Vinay was just a show. They had absolutely no compassion at all. He was more like his bodyguard.


Soon I discovered why I was sharing an apartment with Aman's mistress. Apparently he was cheating on me for almost three years now. Aman was all set to leave me for her. The wedding plans, the new apartment was just a trap to tell me "It's not working anymore"



Stupid stupid me!


Padma's chapter actually prolonged my stay in his life. He enjoyed making me pose as his whore, whom he could use however he wanted.


Me moving out was a bonus for him, but then somehow Aman got a hold on my pregnancy news.


In the first year of our relationship, I came to know why Aman was so reluctant to marry. He had some fertility issues, along with a heart condition. I knew he visited a doctor once in a while in Bangalore and was on medication for both. He wanted a child, I knew all along. Apparently his pills were working, when I lost track of my contraceptive amidst the whole "Padma" chaos I became pregnant.


Aman saw a golden opportunity, and wanted to win me back, so he somehow tricked Sujata to work for him, and keep me with her. I let them fool me.


I couldn't make sense about Vinay's presence though, but the attack solved my query. Aman became my knight in shining Armor. He saved me and I was supposed to be awed.


But I wasn't!


But still I went with him that day, I took him back and let him play whatever game he planned with such preciseness. I knew what he was capable of, I could never win a legal battle with him. If I refused to go with him, with all the contacts he had, I won't be surprised if he kidnaps me someday, makes me disappear and chains me to a dungeon until I deliver his baby.


I knew Aman wanted the child but he didn't want me. He saw me unfit to be the mother of his child, I crossed him by moving out, I could cross him again. I sensed him planning to get rid of me.


So I had to do something!


I knew I was safe until I had my baby inside me. Aman was skeptical at first but still he brought my loving wife act. He put me on surveillance by a nurse constantly watching me.


I had to think harder to figure a way out and Aman himself gave me one.


A man like Aman had many enemies, I just had to search for the right one.


A year back Aman won a case. A member of a politically influential family was accused of killing a son of a well known Pharma company. Quite a high profile case it was. Aman was in the favor of the political family and the Pharma company owner had always held a bitter grudge.


I reached out to him with the help of my Mother's old driver. All I had to do was give him the information about Aman's health conditions. Aman ordered his meds online. The bottle of his pills were replicated and was filled with some other drug and as a loving wife I had to take care of the Unboxing so he could never doubt. He pretended like those were just collagen boosters or vitamins.


I was 6 months pregnant when his new medication started. I saw his health deteriorating, bit by bit by bit. He suffered from high blood pressure, palpitations, occasional chest pains, sleeplessness and so on. The more his sexual power weakened, the more he panicked. But he hid it all very well. He couldn't leave the town due to the pandemic but he consulted his doctor, but no matter what he ordered, he received the wrong meds.


It's been 1 month since my son is born. Today I am visiting my mother. I need to remove myself from the house, so he can book an escort for his personal pleasure.


The escort was already trained with specific instructions. He is been taking a sexual stimulant lately and the escort was advised to overdose him with it so his over excitement and palpillations will lead to an heart attack.


Aman will be killed by his own health conditions. A perfect plan of a perfect murder.


In the meantime my phone chimed with a notification, "It's done"


I immediately deleted the text. A rush of chill ran through my spine. A had a long road ahead. I have to behave normal for the rest of the day and buy them time to clean up the crime scene, switch the medicines and get rid of any possible evidence.


I had to go back to my house the next day , discover the body, call his doctor, and pose like a devastated widow. Some law and order men have already been bribed to take care of legalities.


I don't know how I gathered the strength to do all of these. I slept with a man for months who wanted to snatch my baby and wanted me dead, a complete sociopathic criminal! But whenever I was in doubt I thought about my baby, his future, my future, I would never let a man like Aman be his father, he may have his genes but will never have his shadow.




So whenever my heart sank, I had doubts, I felt nervous, I held my pendent and whispered the wise words,


This shall too pass!
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Note: This story was inspired by my recent days in college and it’s straight from my heart. The humour in the story were planned as dark(black) comedies, which was inspired by my conversation with friends and this time, I relied more on comedies when scripting the story. Instead of making this as a drama, I wanted to try something new and opted to turn this as a black comedy romance story...


PSG COLLEGE OF ARTS AND SCIENCE:

DECEMBER 11, 2021:


After living in the lockdown period of two months and spending time in online classes, the third-year college students are having their physical exams in PSG College of Arts and Science. Due to the first and second waves of the Covid-19 pandemic, the entire class went online.

The students entered the college and the exams are held for all the departments in the college. To know the progress of studies by students, the college dean goes all over the class and reaches Room Number 319, which is B.Com(Accounting and Finance)- B Section.

Seeing the students, he asked them: “How the study is going on?”

“Ok sir,” said Vijey Abinesh, a guy who is white-looking, have god-fear in his face and is reading his books sincerely. Nearing the other students, he asked one of them: “Which is the most interesting period?”

“Games period, sir,” said Sanjay Kumar, one of the class students.

“Fine. Which is most boring?”

“Exam sir,” said Swetha Varshini and Shruthiga, who were hearing him.

“Oh really. Then please suggest how to make the exam more interesting.”

The whole class is silent. Then, Sai Adhithya raised his hand.

“Yes, my boy.”

“Sir, T-20 cricket emerged as the test cricket started becoming boring. We can take some idea from T 20 cricket to make the exam more interesting” said Sai Adhithya.

“Very good. Please elaborate!” said the College dean.

“Following are my suggestions:

1.) First 45 minutes of the 3-hour exam will be power play…There will be no invigilator in the class during this period.

2.) After power play, during the next 45 minutes, there will be something like over restriction. This means the invigilator cannot enter the class more than 4 times. During each entry, he cannot spend more than 2 minutes in the class.

3.) If the above restriction is flouted, there will be a free hit. This means he has to dictate one answer to the whole class.

4.) After every one hour, there will be strategic time out of 5 minutes. During this time the students can discuss amongst themselves.

5.) And the last one is most interesting. After every 30 minutes, girls from the adjacent girl's school will come into the exam hall and perform like cheerleaders. Hearing all these things, the college dean dials KMCH hospitals and asked for a bed to admit himself and he leaves the class.

After a few minutes, as the teacher is opening her laptop, she hears someone asking permission: “May I come in mam?”

Seeing him, she said: “Yes Akhil. Get in. Why so late?”

“Delay due to traffic mam,” said Akhil and he gets inside the class, sitting on the bench. Before starting to read for his exams, he mutes his phone and forbids each and every disturbance surrounding him, so that he could start his reading without any disturbances.



A FEW HOURS LATER, 9:00 AM:

Since the time is almost 9:00 AM, Vijey Abinesh comes near to Akhil, reminding him: “Akhil. See what’s the time da. Our exam is almost to start by now.”

Seeing his phone, Akhil gets everything ready and goes to his nearby hall, sitting on the bench steadily. While writing the exams, he notices a few students passing the exam papers and copying, which he ignores.

In his mind, he thinks: “Will the guys copy the exams bypassing the papers also?” When writing, he turns back to his friend Janaarth and asked for the answers of objectives, to which he says: 1, 2 and 3 options by showcasing his hands.




A FEW HOURS LATER:

A few hours after the exams at 11:30 AM, Akhil submits the exam paper to the invigilator followed by Vijey Abinesh and both of them takes their respective bags. When going, Vijey takes a turn to the left side direction, while Akhil takes a right turn towards the steps.

As he is moving forward, Abinesh said to him louder: “Akhil. I am going for a nearby class to register my name for music class da. So, you wait in the parking lot, with your KTM bike ready.”

Akhil nods his head and while going, he receives a call from his friend Sanjay, who asked him to come for the class all of a sudden. When going there, he sees a few group of students seeing a papers and asked them: “What’s this da?”

“It’s a story da, written by our classmate Nisha. I wanted you to classify this story’s genre. As she told it’s under crime genre. Looks not so” said Shruthiga, his classmate. Akhil’s brow tightened and his eyes turned red. Yet, he patiently reads the paper and remains silent for five minutes.

Nisha arrives to the place and Akhil said them: “The story starts with an plenty of action sequences da. In addition, it’s fast-paced and have lots of twists and turns, moving like a cliffhanger. So, it’s under the genre of thriller.” Hearing this, she becomes furious and asked him: “As though you are a famous story writer, you are classifying this. I have an experience of three years as a book reader, excellence in academic career and article writing. But, without these things, how can you classify my work. Who asked you to do this man?”

Deeply offended by her words, Akhil replied her: “Intelligence has nothing to do with the passing of examinations. Intelligence is the spontaneous perception which makes one strong and free. Not being arrogant and over confident.” Staring at Sanjay, he moves out from the place, watched by Abinesh, who have just then arrived and asked Sanjay: “What happened da? Why is he going angrily?”

“Ah! We didn’t take him to watch Pushpa: The Rise Part 1 in the theater it seems. That’s why he is going heartbroken” said Sanjay and Rithik, to which Prithvi Raj replied: “The film itself is a rehash of KGF: Chapter 1 and Rangasthalam da.”

“Big joke da. It’s a big joke” said Swetha and Shruthiga.

Abinesh laughed and showcased the Instagram post, which tagged actor Soori and actress Rashmika Mandanna, both of whom were mocked as: “Pushpa’s husband(Soori)” and “Pushpa’s wife(Rashmika).”

“Have you heard this song from that film da? O Saami and Oo Solriyaa, Oo Oo Solriyaa?” asked Sanjay Kumar, to which Abinesh said: “Yet to see that da. Many said that, it’s because of Samantha this film is still running in the theatre.”

However, he remembers the question which he was to ask his friends and asked them: “Ok. Jokes apart. Why is he leaving angrily da?”

“Who da?” asked Thilip, as they have forgot
everything, almost.

“Akhil da” said Abinesh, to which Jotsna said, “Hey! Who is he da. Speaking like a street dog.”

“You are only speaking like a street dog, now. He have came to ask about this only, at first. But, deviated from the topic, due to the start of movie discussion” said Mathivanan.

Sanjay explains the entire scenario, where Nisha have insulted Akhil and hearing this, a furious Abinesh takes her along with him to the parking lot asking her, “How long you know Akhil?”

“During the start of Third semester” said Nisha, who is actually donning the hairstyle, that boys used to. Hearing this, he tells her, “I know him very well, since 9th grade. Both of us are having respective backstories in our life.”

FEW YEARS BACK:

I was born in a conservative Brahmin background. My father Balaji is a renowned businessman in Erode district. We lived in a joint family and my mother was pregnant six months, with my sister Tryambha in her womb.

Our thoughts and feelings are stereotyped and automatic. We learn a few subjects, gather some information, and then try to pass it on to other people. Likewise, my father too became a stereotype person, that often lead to a conflict between him and my mother.

As the conflict turned into fights and worse problems, my mother divorced him and took me under her custody. Since, I hated my father. From then, the one who have supported me were: “My mother, My loving younger sister and My friends.” I developed a passion for music, when I was studying 6th grade and practiced the music.

Until 9th grade, I doesn’t find anyone, who understood my pains and sufferings. But, in the mid-period of 9th grade, I got one good friend and he is Akhil.




PRESENT:

“Ok. What about your friend Akhil? He too hates his father?”

Smiling at her, he says: “No. He hates his mother and the family. While, he still more worships his father as a teacher and god.”

“Is he alive or dead?” asked Nisha, to which he replied: “He is dead. But, Akhil still more can’t believe that, his father died and have lost his way in the middle.”

Abinesh tells her, “In my life, if my father was the enemy, in Akhil’s life, his mother is the solo enemy. Since childhood days, she insulted him and showed love and affection to her other relatives invoking hatred in his mind. He have suffered a lot due to his mother and relatives. Facing the child abuse at an very young age, his father divorced his wife, taking Akhil under his custody and living a happier life.”

Angered by this, Nisha said: “Not all mother are bad Abinesh. Akhil is doing a mistake.”

“Too late Nisha. His mother realized her mistakes too late. Since, a sudden caste violence and caste riots before two years due to the Pollachi Rape Incidents, have killed their entire family due to the bombs thrown by the rioters.” Abinesh said and hearing this, she tells: “It’s all Karma, that plays a vital role in the life of human beings, Abinesh. I heard, you have made Akhil to stay in your house. May I know why?”

Thinking for a second, Abinesh said an incident before few months ago, which have made him so close with Akhil.

Abinesh’s sister Tryambha was studying her 11th grade in Suguna International school of Coimbatore district and during such time, few people from Scheduled caste were brainwashing school children and college students, frequently. One among such group succeeded in brainwashing Tryambha and were planning to rape the poor girl in a park.

Abinesh asked Akhil to go and pick up his sister back to his house and he finds her talking with a guy from SC, which he videotaped. Seeing this, Tryambha fearfully went near him and asked, “Brother. What are you doing? Please stop the video.”

“In this age, do you need love?” asked Akhil, to which the guy said: “It’s their wish. They do. Who are you to ask this man?” Angered, he started to thrash up the guy left and right. When Tryambha intervened to stop the fight, he pushed her asides and continued to beat up the guy black and blue, watched by many.

He says, “If an innocent girl is caught, will you all take her for granted da? Why are you spoiling the life of school children da?” Unable to bear the beatings, he decides not to wide up the conflict in order to go out of the parking lot and pledged, “I hereafter, would see each and every girl as my own sister and won’t trap them in the name of love. It’s a promise.” Hearing this, Tryambha slapped him right and left, in front of everyone and went along with Akhil, who said her: “In this age, it’s all an infatuation Tryambha. It’s not love. If your brother hears about this, will he feel happy or your mother, who have lots of affection with you, will be happier? Did you think about them? I have a good father. While you have a good brother and doting mother. Don’t ever trouble them in your life, at any time ma.” She apologized to him and Akhil informed Abinesh about the event, that happened in a nearby park, who thanked him for this saying, “I am indebted to you the whole life da buddy.” The duo hugs and Akhil tied a Rakhi in Abinesh’s left hand, implying their undying friendship.



PRESENT:

Nisha asked him: “Ok. It’s all good. But, what’s the link between this and his writing career, I asked you?”

Abinesh thinks a while and tells her, “I have shared the storymirror link with you in Whatsapp. Go a glance and additionally, meet my friend Sanjith tomorrow to know more about Akhil.” Abinesh leaves the college, as it’s time already.



THREE DAYS LATER:

DECEMBER 16, 2021:


Three days later, after finishing their final exam by 12:30 PM, Nisha meets Abinesh again. After Akhil leaves in his bike, she asked Abinesh: “Is Akhil one of the prolific storywriters? It’s unbelievable. I don’t know who was his source of inspiration?”

Laughing a while he says, “It was me. He saw me an inspiration to write stories and I think Sanjith could have told you about his Short film, based on 2008 Bangalore serial blasts?”

“Yeah, Yeah!” Nisha exclaimed. She slowly asked him, “Then, why did he stopped writing?”

“All because of our society and me myself. Since, Akhil saved my sister, the SC’s head, a politician leader vowed for revenge. Because, many people from other party mocked and created memes against him. As a retribution, they staged an accident and killed Akhil’s father. Additionally, an one-year old girl, whom Akhil considers as his own sister was unexpectedly killed in a road accident, along with her grandmother. These two incidents left him dejected and he slowly slipped to the path of self-destruction. I tried to change him, but in vain.”

“Self-Destruction means?” asked Nisha.



“Self destructive path means, not as you think like cigarette smoking or alcoholism. He drank Fanta, 7 up and became a mere bookworm. Additionally, to forget the incidents, he grew up large number of beard around him and stayed along with me, until he finished his studies” said Abinesh, to which Nisha is extremely shocked. She apologized to Akhil, the next day for her harsh words.

Two days later, Sai Adhithya, Akhil and Abinesh’s close friend is coming along with his friend Rajiv, who tells: “Hey. Atmosphere is so nice da. See the place da. Full of girls.”

“Then go and sleep in the center of the college with your bed sheet da” said Nikhil, their Telugu classmate from Nellore, Andhra Pradesh.

“I have stopped telling you the story right. Rajiv. After you bear a child, you would went on to womanize several women. Such a playboy guy you are in this story, you know. Then, you become serial killer, etc.” As he is telling this, Rajiv showcased his hands and said: “Please don’t say this da. Please. I will stop it. Enough.” They laughed and entered inside the class.

Adhithya is surprised to see his friend Akhil, with a shaved look, with a back to bang for fulfilling his dreams and surprised by this, he asked Abinesh: “What a sudden change! Is he really, our Akhil da?”

“Is your eyes blind da? He is our Akhil only” said Sanjay and Abinesh revealed: “I only changed him before three days da. Was unable to see him in the path of self-destruction and the grief inside him. That’s why explained him the quotes from Bhagavad Gita. He understood the importance of life, not because of me. But, because of one of our teachers.” Abinesh said and seeing this, Adhithya asked: “What’s that quote da buddy?”

“Human Life is full of battles- Fight your way, stand your ground. Because everyone is a masterpiece” said Abinesh to which, Rajiv said: “I thought, you told something regarding sex, love and retching da.”

“At this time also, you are exciting with thoughts of sexual desires ah, Gopi?” asked Sharan, to which Adhithya said, “That is why I bomb people.”

Akhil gets ready to meet his head in the short film department and gets his script Undercover approved by the head director, who is impressed with his story and assured him to finalize the casting.

The same time, as a girl is passing towards Rishivaran, he tells her: “Even if it’s a graveyard I would put a window and look at your face.”

Akhil said him: “Olvaran. Even if it’s a roll, don’t you think about the logic da.” Hearing this, Abinesh recited in joy saying, “Akhil. Finally, you have made us to laugh da.”



“Yeah. It’s a Olympic race or a competition you see. Shut up, go and do your other jobs man. Idiots” said Sundar Raman, one of the guys.

Adhithya said, “I think, he have became a pale shadow after being busy with CA Inter exams.” Abinesh and Akhil said him, “You, me and I too are writing CA Inter exams in July 2022 da. Have you forgot?”

“Oh, is it? Then, I will go and register in YS Academy da” said Adhithya and he goes in a hurry burry mode.

“Hey. They said this for fun da. Idiot” said Sanjay to which Akhil said, “Leave da. At least, he is trying to do his work with sincerity.”

“Already his head is full of dandruff da. If he applies for Inter, then he have to lose all his hairs” said Swetha.

“Then, no girls would come forward to marry him, telling he have lost his hair” said Rajiv, tightening his hands and laughing. Hearing this, an another guy in the class, Shaik Sulaiman said: “You continue to speak like this itself. You would die, one day.”

The latter sees a message from Deepika, one of his friend in B.Com(Banking and Insurance) in the Whatsapp: “Kiss or hug me.”

“What? Message is coming like this” said Abinesh, seeing it in a state of shock. While, Akhil gets a call from Krishnaraj sir, after which he leaves to meet him. The same time, Abinesh goes to meet her.

Krishnaraj sir is one of the prominent professor in PSG College of Arts and Science. Though being a strict person considering discipline as important, he have mentored and trained a number of students in his career, motivating and inspiring them.

He have attended various number of sessions in Sri Krishna college of arts and science and several other sessions of UPSC and TNPSC exams, motivating the aspiring students. Since, Abinesh was unable to convince Akhil, he approached Krishnaraj sir, who called him up to his room and asked his problems, to which Akhil bursts out in tears and reveals each and every mishaps, that have happened in his life.

Hearing this, Krishnaraj sir thinks for a while and said: “Life is beautiful, Akhil. There are lots of ups and downs in our path. As your father died, you wished you should go in the path of self-destruction. Then, no one can live in this world. All have to die. In addition, for the death of one year old girl, you don’t have to grieve like this. Since, death is unexpected. It have to come one day in the life of human beings. If not convinced still, you go to some place as per your wish and see the life of human beings. You could realize the importance of life.”

At present, Akhil is planning to go for Chalakkudy waterfalls and Kerala, exploring various kinds of people in the place, where he have planned to shoot a short film, with the finalized casting. He have asked for three days grace leave, despite the ten days Semester leave, to which his tutor Prakash sir and Krishnaraj sir permits so that he can complete the short film telling him, “All the very best Akhil.”

When going, Nisha asked Akhil: “Akhil. May I also accompany your journey?” He accepts and they both shake hands. With few Visual communication students in their respective bikes, Akhil travels in his bike, supported by Abinesh(who comes in his own bike) and Nisha sits in the bike of Akhil.

In Chalakkudy, Akhil learns from Abinesh that: “He have accepted Deepika’s love and is so happy that, Deepika loved him so much deep.” Akhil smiled at him and congratulated.

During their journey to Chalakkudy, Akhil realized that, “Nisha is really a talented girl, writing good stories” and he decides to make her write the screenplay of his short-film. At the time of the team’s visit to Idukki dam in Kerala, Nisha and Akhil have some qualitative time to talk with each other. As Abinesh is with Deepika and the other people near Thommankuthu waterfalls.

Nisha tells him: “Akhil. Do you know why am I donning this type of a hair style?”

Thinking for a while, Akhil replied her: “I don’t know exactly. During the second year, I have saw you reading some books, taking good lectures and being a brilliant student. Further, I have learned about your continuous illness. However, don’t know why you have donned this type of hairstyle. It’s usual as per my guess. Since, Christina mam too is donning this type of hairstyle only.”

Laughing upon hearing this, Nisha said to him: “Yeah. But, not because of that. It’s because of Cancer.” Nisha said and further revealed that, “She have survived from cancer.”

Extremely shocked, Akhil asked her: “Wasn’t you worried or feared about cancer, Nisha?”

“In seeking comfort, we generally find a quiet corner in life where there is a minimum of
conflict, and then we are afraid to step out of that seclusion. This fear of life, this fear of struggle and of new experience, kills in us the spirit of adventure; our whole upbringing and education have to think contrary to the established pattern of society, falsely respectful authority and tradition.” Nisha said to him.

Akhil asked her to take him to the people, who are fighting with Cancer in Kerala, to which she gladly accepts. With the help of other crew members, he goes to Trivandrum.

Going there, Nisha showcases people suffering from Liver Cancer, Mouth Cancer, Blood cancer and Stage-IV Cancer. He tells to Akhil, Deepthi and Abinesh: “Cancer patients experienced many symptoms that affected their quality of life. There is a need to develop interventions for effective management of symptoms that will empower the patients to have a greater sense of control over their illness and treatment and to improve the quality of life.”

Seeing the people’s difficult to even drink a drop of water, Abinesh feels sad and Akhil’s eyes are filled with tears. Since, Cancer is the main health issue in the community across the world. Globally, cancer is one of the most common causes for morbidity and mortality. Now, Akhil realizes the importance of life, as told by Krishnaraj sir and henceforth, he throws away the Seven Up, Sprite and Fanta bottles asides, thus giving up these bad habits also.

Love blossoms between Nisha and Akhil, during the beautiful journey of these people to Palakkad. Some of the crew members of Akhil gives degrading commentary about Nisha, which leaves her heartbroken and she slips into depression. However, he consoled her and comforts her.

However, still more not convinced, she walks on the rainy road and Akhil goes behind her calling, “Nisha…Nisha.”

Taking a jacket to cover them, Akhil shares a kiss with Nisha and he holds her in his arms, coming towards his house, where she kisses him and the duo ends up making love and spending one night together. Afterwards, the crew goes to Mazhampuzha dam, completing the shooting there too and the editing was successfully completed by Sai Adhithya(who joined off late, during the journey).

The guys return to Coimbatore, where the short film is submitted by Akhil. Abinesh’s songs such as The Life Theme, Friendship Anthem, KTM: The Adventure ride and True Love becomes popular with the students.

Akhil meets Nisha and thanks to her for motivating and inspiring him and she too thanked him. Akhil tells: “Nisha. I love you so much.”

Emotional, Nisha hugged him in tears and they embrace each other.

While hugging, Nisha asked him: “As I fight more with you, you won’t leave me la?”

“In your love, there isn’t much anger. You mental” said Akhil to which Nisha said: “Love you.”

“Love you too.” Adhithya now states: “That’s why I prefer to be single in my life.”

“But, I prefer to go and mingle with girls. Because, our atmosphere is so good and super” said Rajiv, to which Adhithya begged him: “Have you started again ah da? I plead with you. Change your dialogue. I am unable to hear this repeated dialogue.”

Abinesh laughed at this and when marching towards the class with Akhil, Deepthi, Adhithya, Rajiv and Nisha, Sanjay rushed towards them and stopped.

“Why are you coming like this da? Any problems?” asked Adhithya, to which Sanjay happily tells: “Buddy. Due to Demicron and Omicron virus, there’s a discussion to keep our exams and classes online it seems da.”

“Let the virus spread without any disease. Let our online classes continue forever” said Kathirvel, one of the class students, who have come along with Sanjay.

“Oh! I am going to miss girls” said Rajiv.

“We are all worried about our future. While you are worrying for girls. Is it needed now Rajiv?” asked Janaarth(another classmate and friend of Sanjay), laughing.

“Anyways, to god’s luck, our classes be conducted through offline mode only. Pray to god and leave everything in god’s hands” said Sai Adhithya and they get inside the class as it’s too late.




EPILOGUE:

When one travels around the world, one notices to what an extraordinary degree human nature is the same, whether in India or America, in Europe or Australia. This is especially true in colleges and universities. We are turning out, as if through a mould, a type of human being, whose chief interest is to find security, to become somebody important, or to have a good time with as little as possible. Because, this world is a transit, where we learn so many things, through experimentation, research and planning.
Bahot hi badiya story thii. Achha laga padh kee.
 
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