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Chapter 8
Hard work
Mitali did whatever she had to do in the place she lived but, she always found some time to study.
Everything was not like this in the beginning.
She had to struggle to make her life. She wasn't allowed to study but one day a drastic change came in her life. The principle of the biggest school in that area saw her doing all the work but yet finding some time to study and something to learn. He was so touched that he did whatever he could do in order to send her to the school.
Even after she was allowed to study, she had to do the same amount of work at home and do the works given to her at the school. She never ever was ready to give up studies.-
Feelings
"Part 1"
Anny was fond of novels. She read the whole novel in the night. After reading the novel Anny thought she should share her reviews to Manav and ask him to read it. It was 2.00am so she thought to text him in the morning.
Next morning Anny texted, "The novel was just speechless. I loved it a lot and I would suggest you to read it. "
Manav replied, "I don't usually like reading any books ,may it be novel or ciriculam related books. "
Anny said, "I know you don't like it, But Atleast once you can give a try on it ."
Manav thought for a second and replied," I would do it for no-one else. But here you are insisting so ill read it for sure😉. "
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Feelings
"Part 2"
Anny notice the cheesy touch of Manav and replies,"If you are doing it for me, then do me a favor . Meet me by 11.am in the same place where it was decided earlier."
Manav get excited and says, " You stole my words. I was about to say you this. So,,, I guess you can read my mind. "
Anny replies, " Ohh, that must be an coincidence. See you soon. "
Manav was again is the same mess. What to wear!
He finally found blue T-shirt, white denim and yellow Nike shoes.
He got ready and called Anny to know whether she was ready.
Same was Anny's case. She choosed pink crop top and black torn jeans with brown wedges.
They both left their respective homes.
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"MY ENCOUNTER WITH AN UNKNOWN"
CHAPTER 8
At first, I asked my mom to promise me that whatever I was going to share with her, she would not reveal it to dad. Not only I, my elder sister and my younger brother they too feared dad. His loud and thick voice was enough for us. Whenever he used to give us strict advice for our mischief, we used to remain standstill and nod our heads on yes and no. My mom used to raise complain against us to dad whenever she couldn't manage us.
After getting assurance from my mom, I didn't spare a moment to her everything about the morning-incident. She then asked me - "Have you asked anything about it from your best friend ?" I replied - "yes, I did but Pritak didn't knew anything about the statue that I had seen." My mom told me - "just calm down my boy, it was just a bad dream with open eyes and nothing else." It was too late at night so she asked me to go to my bed and sleep. And she assured me that everything would be fine in the next morning. Lastly she concluded our conversation on the note - "God would take care of everything."-
#MyDiaries
~Illusion
#Chapter8: The Syndrome
"It all started when you were in California. Priya was planning a surprise success party for your first book launch and also to make your relationship official. To do so, she engaged Sumit for capturing the play she enacted to depict your life journey. To help her out with the scripts, he introduced her to Pooja, his Sister, my Love, my wife.
Pooja and Priya turned out to form a very close bond and everything was going well, until one day, when Priya visited Pooja's place. Sumit opened the door and welcomed her in. She was holding few papers in her hand and wanted Pooja to incorporate them in her scripts.
They both sat down in her study and after reading those poems, Pooja became numb and started crying, when Priya asked Sumit for a glass of water. When he came back, he found Priya was lying dead on floor as she was throttled by her sister."
Mr. Rathi became silent after telling all this and took a deep breath before continuing further.
"Pooja is already undergoing multiple high-grade psychological treatments for Othello Syndrome and we are still trying to control her."
To be continued...-
Chapter 8
I woke up early enough to make the food. I took tuitions early and left for the school. I had put a note on refrigerator regarding food for dad. After the school, I went to orchards. I kept all the accounts intact so he doesn't have to have any issues as soon as he is back. I packed all my work went back to the house. Gave dad all his pills, cooked the next meal. Then I left to visit the organization for dad's treatment. I had list up few. I went to the first one, a cubicle cabin. He was quite young for charity work. His name was Hetan Thakoor. He asked all the files. I told him , we could not afford treatment on our own. He started talking cheesy and was behaving like a mess. He got up, he came near me. He put his hand on my shoulder and started tapping. He said"Geet you know, if you want something you need to give something." I was shocked with his behavior. I knew what he wanted. He further said "Geet I will help you, if you satisfy my wishes." I got up and slapped him on his left cheek and believe me it took no time to get red. I left his office. I could not sell myself to buy my dad medication. After that I never visited any organization for help. Never ever visited-
Chapter 8
Chotu got all the order quickly. His friend shetty came up to our table. He introduced shetty to her. Shetty smiled viciously. She got a little apprehensive about it. She asked him about shetty's smile. He said that it was nothing like that and shetty was a genuine friend of his. She was just ok with his answer but didn't drag the topic. She was very happy with the ambience and the entire outlook and service of tree top restaurant. After a drink they moved from that place and he showed her the entire estate of the Hill Garden. It was a huge place with a golf course, tennis court and a large banquet area. She liked the property. Then they left from the countryside to reach home in time. On the bike now the hesitation had sublimed and they were quite close to each other with lots of ease. The public square's view was the sign of departure and today it was not for few hours or till the next morning but of 2 days. He stopped the bike, she got down. He stood rested on the bike while she walked. Some steps on she turned back, looked at him, he was staring at her with a sweetest smile. She moved few steps ahead with heavy feet and turned back, one more time, hoping he had left.-