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You had it figured out since you were in school; everybody loves pretty, everybody loves cool - Lucky One. Pratap didn’t know how his sibling managed to get on his nerves every time. He had steered clear of his younger brother’s antics and spent all his childhood not getting into trouble for a fair part of his seventeen-year-old life. He was the “good boy” of the family. The apple of his grandparents' eyes, the son his parents flaunted with pride for his grades and habits. What pissed him off more was the fact that Shakti never learned from his mistakes. How could he? Every time he got himself into a mess, his best friend managed to get him out of it before his parents even found out. Something in their bond annoyed him to the core. Weren’t friends supposed to point out each other’s mistakes rather than be supportive of them? He didn’t understand the kind of bond his brother shared with that girl. That girl. Who would say she was only fourteen? Which fourteen-year-old protested aga...
“The car will not go beyond this point, Choto Malik .” The driver’s words forced Aniruddha to step out, and his feet landed in mud. “The wheels will get stuck. It seems like it rained a lot yesterday.” The driver added as he inspected the road in the dim light of the setting dusk. “How far is the house?” Aniruddha frowned, contemplating. “I can walk.” “This is just the beginning of the area; we have to look for it.” The driver shrugged. “Should I bring out your luggage?” Aniruddha sighed. He had a trolley and a bag. How could he walk with them in the mud? Leaving the car there was not safe either. “Who are you looking for?” The childish voice came through the silence around them, though nobody could be seen. Aniruddha looked around, and so did the alarmed driver. “Whose house are you searching for?” The voice was heard again. The driver jumped back a few steps, saying, “ Bh… Bh… Bhoot… ” “What?” Aniruddha shook his head as the man looked scared “There is no such thing as…” ...
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Meera adjusted her spectacles as she leaned in to read one of the advertisements in the local newspaper. She was sitting on the balcony of her son’s quarters in Birbhum. He worked as a Sub-Divisional Magistrate, as one of the first IAS officers of Independent India. She read the particular section that attracted her attention again and again, and that prompted the maid who served her tea to ask, “What is it you are so eagerly reading? Didimoni?” Meera looked up from the newspaper at the maid and asked in urgency, “Where is Dadababu?” “Oh, he is meditating.” She pointed at the other room. Meera did not wait for her son to stop meditating. She walked into his room and placed the paper down. “We must leave for Medinipur immediately.” That made him open his eyes. If anyone saw Azad Ahmed’s twenty-five-year-old face, he would remind them of his father. He frowned at his mother’s words. Not the first time he had seen her being impulsive. “Medinipur?” He asked, straightening himself and reach...
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