Creeps ruling

“What did you thought? She has transformed into a rabbit from a tigress?”

 

“If she had the courage of walking out of your den on her own legs why will she whine now?”

 

“You should have left her alone. But how could you do that? You had to prove that you are mightiest scoundrel in the whole world.”

 

“Now suffer the consequences.”

 

“You have tried to hit her from all sides, just like a pack of dirty ghouls. Hoping that she will die out of repulsion for you. But she did not. Ha ha!”

 

“You have turned a soft, demure, decent girl into a well of strength. Though you tried to do exactly the otherwise. But nothing worked.”

 

“You created a citadel outside her home. Spent years discussing all sorts’ unsavoury canards about her. So that each and every neighbour hears them. It was not necessary for her to listen, was it ? Listening of neighbours was enough. Right Dasmoshai? It’s so easy to ruin the reputation of a woman if dirty creeps like you are furious at her. Tch tch… ”

 

“You made her stepping out of the house, even staying in there, impossible using your filthy nature and filthy camaraderie. But… “

 

“You followed her around using your strong networks. Creeps like you get produced in some factory? I see too many of them these days. It’s a shame for any society.”

 

“Where was I? Oh yes, you followed her around like a pack of flees. So decent people distanced themselves from her and only creeps like you hovered around her.”

 

“You thought she will succumb to loneliness. Ha ha!!”

 

“You did believe that evil rules the world, did not you?”

 

“Now, that you have seen the last glories of evil say goodbye to the world.”

 

Next morning the villagers saw the dead bodies of three nice young men of the village. They all have been missing since last few days. There was a label stuck on chest of one of them “You reap what you sow.”

Zari

She rang the bell. A woman peeped from inside.

 

“Yes?”

 

“I have taken the permission of working as a volunteer here.”

 

“Come in and sit down.”

 

A few minutes later a lady came down. Her dress told that she was member of the organization. The other woman was most probably an ayah.

 

“You can come and go whenever you please.” The second woman smiled and left.

 

She entered the hall. It was filled up with small children. They all had one thing in common, various degrees of autism.

 

She sat down on the floor and those who could move slowly gathered around her. Some of them were extremely affectionate and love hungry. Some were moody and some did not wanted to be touched. They all needed a lot of co operation from the volunteers. Starting from dressing, changing them to feeding them.

 

She was a social reject. Her own family has thrown her out because she had no money. She had a roof on her head and food on her plate. No future, no hope. The very family members who were served by her have now become strangers. They tried to make her feel in every step that she was a burden to them.

 

She has lost every faith on human relationships and unselfish love. She stumbled upon this place by accident. She had plenty of free time so she decided to dedicate it there.

 

“So you are going to volunteer here?” the girl was measuring her from head to toe.

 

“All the sisters here love me very much. They even asked me to become a nun and join the organization.” She continued on her own.

 

Briti suppressed a sigh, “women just can’t get over their envy, can they? Even when they are in sacred places.”

 

“They always have to prove their superiority over others.” She thought inside. On outside she just smiled.

 

 

 

“Don’t pamper the children too much didi.” Zari said. “You will be gone after a few days and they will become nightmares for us.”

 

A month has passed already. The children have become a great admirer of her. Adding up to that Zari noted that the volunteers too liked her a lot. Thus she tried to prove her superiority by showing her authority over the children. The only reason that Briti was in that place.

 

The thing which infuriated Zari most was Briti’s shrugging her rudeness away. She might have been thinking Briti as a rival. May be she was scared that the sisters will ask Briti to become a nun.

 

A few months later Briti stopped going there, she never met Zari again but her strange jealousy and behaviour lingered in her heart for years.

 

In place of loving those orphans she acted like a despot, trying to push away every loving hand that reached out for them.

The village

A small village situated in the laps of tall mountains. A small river ran through it, adding a special charm to it. Only one way went out of that village across the mountains. A long, path snaking through the mountains for days to reach the next village.

 

It was a mirror of peace. Only the residents knew its dark secret. Every young man and woman of that village had to go out by that road after attaining teenage, hardly half of them returned. Others vanished without traces. Of course they were replaced by brides, but these brides never crossed that mountain road two times in their whole life.

 

Those who returned shared wonderful stories about the world outside and always returned loaded with gifts for every one. Their life became dream-like after that journey. Full of riches and spiritualism. As if they have taken a trip to heaven and come back with its riches and divine words.

 

 

 

It was her turn this month. The softest and purest girl of the village, Chandralekha. Her mother and father asked her to get ready.

 

They left together. The whole village bade them goodbye and asked them to come back as soon as possible.

 

They galloped their horses in the road. Every man, woman and child of the village was a good equestrian.

 

Soon dusk started to settle in and they retired in a cave. The small girl was too tired and soon fell asleep. She thought she heard her mother crying in the night a few times but was not very sure if she heard it or it was a dream.

 

They reached under a hill on the tenth day. There was a small temple on the top of the hill.

 

“We all have to worship in that temple.” Her father said. They started to mount the hill.

They reached the top at the noon. “Go and take your bath in the pond.”

 

“After that change in these clothes and come to the temple.” Her father said.

 

 

 

She went to the pond. It was a huge pond. Clear water was rippling in the sunlight. She placed the clothes on the stairs and slowly stepped into the water.

 

Suddenly an ice-cold hand gripped her feet and dragged her inside the water.

 

She lost her consciousness within a few minutes. When she opened her eyes she was in a bed. A soft, slithery bed. A fade light was spread in the huge room but was unable to give it enough light. Far corners were lost in darkness.

 

She heard a hissing voice and saw a strange looking creature was coming towards her. Its body was human but its head was of snake.

 

“Whenever a girl or boy of your village becomes a teenager their parents sacrifice them to Nagaraja.”

 

“They have to serve Nagaraja; if Nagaraja is happy with their service they are rewarded and released. If they are not then they are transformed into his slaves, like I was.”

 

“Get ready; I will take you to him.”

 

Chandralekha started to sob. “I can’t live here. It’s so dark and scary.”

 

“Please let me go. I don’t want to work for any one. I want to go home to my mother and father. I don’t want rewards.”

 

The strange creature looked at her. Chandralekha thought that she too was sad. “No one goes out of here without Nagaraja’s permission.”

 

 

Chandralekha took her dresses and went to the changing room. She gently tiptoed out of the room and started to look here and there. Suddenly she heard a hissing sound and turned. Another snake-headed creature was standing there.

 

“I heard what you said. Take this pearl. Put it inside your mouth and think about the place you want to go. You will reach there.”

 

Chandralekha thanked the creature and did as she was told. She opened her eyes and saw that she was standing in her village.

 

The villagers were shocked to see her. “From where did you came child? Where are your parents?”

 

 

 

A dark cloud covered the sky before she could answer. The villagers started to run towards their homes. Leaving her behind, alone.

 

She saw a monster was standing in front of her. It had a human torso and hundred heads; every head was a snake’s hood. They were hissing fire.

 

“How dare you escape from my palace?” he roared.

 

“I don’t want to stay there. Its dark and scary.” She said.

 

“You are criticizing my home!” the king seemed amused.

 

“I am sorry but it’s scary and dark. I won’t go back there.” Chandralekha insisted.

 

“I will give you pearls and diamonds to play with and keep. When you return home I will give you lots of gifts.” The king smiled.

 

“I can’t live without sunshine, flowers, trees and birds.” The little girl said.

 

“Then let it be so my dear one. I am happy that you resisted greed.” The king disappeared.

A love story

“Korak! Hey!! Wait!!!” she heard her shouting her name and turned.

 

She was panting; she was a little overweight and awfully cute. Every one in the office loved her. She liked Korak a lot. Korak was a little grateful for that because she was a very shy and demure girl.

 

“Let’s go to Mouchak and have some coffee. We will split the bill ok?” she smiled sweetly.

 

“Where were you when I was coming out of office?” Ruchi asked. “I was looking for you all day; I wanted to tell you that we will leave office together. I wanted to talk with you. My tummy is aching since last night.”

 

“Why?”

 

“Mayank, that silly boy punched me so hard in my tummy last evening!” she said giggling.

 

“Don’t bluff. Mayank can never hit you.” Korak smiled. Just like Ruchi Mayank too was one of the sweetest beings in the office.

 

“He did!! That mean boy did hit me Ruchi, how could you think I will lie to you?” she looked at her innocently, though Korak could see mischief sparkling in her eyes.

 

“Then you must have done something awfully naughty.” She smiled.

 

“That I did. He begged me to give you a message three months back, have been asking me again and again but I  have not given it to you.” she was very grave now.

 

“Why?” Korak was surprised. She has never seen Ruchi serious like this.

 

 

 

“He is in love with you.” Ruchi said solemnly, has been so since you joined the office.”

 

“I know what you are thinking. You are thinking that it would have been better if he told it himself, right?”

 

“I have been his best friend since last ten years. He is gay. That is after seeing you he has realized that he was gay.”

 

“He just can’t think about any one but you any more.”

 

“He is not asking you to decide any thing. He is just hoping that you will mix with him and decide yourself.”

 

For a few minutes she was at loss of words. Then she shrugged her shoulders. “I really don’t know Ruchi.”

 

They both left the café and went their ways.

 

She spent the night thinking about him. How wonderful he was and how caring he was to her.

 

As if by some telepathic connection her phone beeped, it was a sms from Mayank. “Are you free tomorrow?”

 

“Yes.”

 

“Will you spend the day with me?”

 

“Yes.”

The fool

“You did not expect her to prove her innocence to you! Did you?” Dinant asked Dwaipayan.

 

“A person with integrity does not cares what some one thinks about him or her. She did told you every thing once, but you did not believed her. So she decided to not share her problems with you again. I don’t see any thing wrong with that.” Dinant looked at him with a serious expression on his face.

 

“Any way, I don’t think you deserved her, which is why you lost her. I wish she was in love with me.”

 

“Can I suggest you one thing? If you have realized how dumb you are you can simply go and tell her all the truth, apologize and propose her. She may forgive you if you are sincere.”

 

“When you are dealing with a person of substance you either believe that person or forget him. Truthful people don’t mingle with people who don’t trust them. She loved you that is why she tried to bare her heart to you, and you openly showed your mistrust for her and went after Ishani.”

 

“You did not had enough brain to distinguish between a coquette like Ishani and a decent girl like Asmita.” Dinant laughed out loudly. “You should have asked our opinion before messing up the thing. Even a ten year old child would have told you to go for Asmita.”

 

“Still I will suggest you to go and apologize to Asmita and tell her that you were an idiot to act like that. She is an intelligent woman, She can forgive you. Because every intelligent woman knows men are easily fooled by coquettes.”

 

They all were college-mates. Dwaipayan and Dinant were very good friends of Asmita. She was a sober girl with a very sharp brain. Ishani was a gorgeous girl with average brain, funny but she was jealous of Asmita. Jealousy does not have much reasoning behind it, does it?

 

Asmita was quite irritated by her nature because she loved a life out of glares, she would have loved it if she could be invisible but as that was not possible all she wanted was anonymity. Ishani’s jealousy was making it impossible, she was forever dragging her in dramas, blaming all sort of things on her. Her friends blindly believed her and bothered Asmita.

 

Then Ishani got her eyes on Dwaipayan and Dinant. They were the closest friends of Asmita. Dinant shooed her off at the very beginning but Dwaipayan fell in her trap. Ishani wanted to trap him even more because she knew that Asmita had a soft spot for him. She brainwashed him and ruined that relationship and moved over.

Delilah

“Just do as I say and we both will be benefited.” She said calmly. “I will manage every thing smoothly.”

 

Her husband was a millionaire; he fell for a girl half his age. Both were equally clumsy so he kept swaying like a pendulum. In between commitment and freedom. He has lived alone for fifty one years. Free as a bird flying in blue sky.

 

Then he fell in love with a young woman of thirty years. Was thinking whether or not to marry him when she interfered, trapped him and married him. She convinced him he was too old and she was too immature for her age. They decided that they will get her married to his nephew. Ha!! That’s what she made him believe.

 

She knew very well that his nephew was in love with her niece. So she plotted a plan. To use the stick in a way that the snake dies without snapping the stick.

 

She did not had much problem in giving her niece a little bit of money but the amount of money which her hubby was planning to shower on his ex flame was outrageous. After all, it was her money too now.

 

She asked her niece to change her name, take the same name as her husband’s lover. Then she weaved the net.

 

She squeezed out a huge sum of money from her husband; it was distributed 3:1, his nephew shifted to Denmark with his share of money. Married the girl of his choice and he thought that his ex flame is happy and safe.

 

 

 

A few years passed by. He happened to visit India on a business trip, alone. His Indian manager met him. She was a striking young woman with great records.

 

He was surprised by her similarity with his ex flame. He prodded and her side of the story came out.

 

She has moved on ever since he vanished a few years ago. Why should she wait for a non-committal person? A man who has not even said “I love you.” after knowing her for years.

 

She never married; she is too busy with her career. May be she will marry later but not now. She never realized who he was because he used fake name and description while mixing with her.

 

 

He returned to USA after the trip was over. His wife was waiting for him in airport. She gave him a big, tight hug.

 

“Darling, there is a surprise for you.” he smiled.

 

“What?” she smiled happily, looking at the envelope.

 

“Two tickets for Denmark in the next flight, we are going to meet Tamal and Tanaya.”

 

“The flight will take off an hour later. We will buy necessary things there and call up Tamal from the airport.” He smiled sweetly.

 

“Lets have some thing to eat and we will have to immediately check in.” he held her hand warmly and firmly.

The waiting

She was waiting eagerly for his chat icon to become online. Its third day on a row when he has not been online on time. They both value commitments.

 

They have loved each other for last seven years but that has not changed their respect for each other’s ways at all.

 

Internet was the only way of connection between them now. He was to reach Muscat on Monday and send her a mail or chat with her. It’s Wednesday. She leaves her account open all day, but he has simply not shown up. He has not even called up his home.

 

She called up his home during the lunch.

 

“Ma did Pratap called?” she has already started to call his mother ma and father baba. Mother and father in Bengali.

 

“No. neither he, nor the guy who arranged the job. His phone is switched off.”

 

She straight went to his home from office. His parents were sitting in the drawing room with a worried expression. “What shall we do Nisha? Was his mother’s first question after handing her over a cup of tea and a light snacks. 

 

“Eat something Nishu, you are coming back straight from office.” Mrs. Dutta said.

 

“Ma I am not hungry.” She could not tell her that she was scared to death. She did not even touch the snacks.

 

They kept trying the agent’s number all evening. Finally Mr. Dutta escorted her home.

 

“What’s wrong didi?” her brother asked. They lived away from their parents. Both of their parents lived in Maharashtra, they had to shift to Kolkata to work.

 

“Pratap was supposed to contact me on Monday.” The tears she has suppressed started to roll down her cheeks.

 

“Come, come Nishu. Every thing is alright.” He hugged her and wiped her cheeks.

 

When she returned after wiping her face she saw he was sitting in the drawing room sofa talking with someone, “I have emailed you all the details. Please check if the guy is alright. Nishu is crying her heads off.” He said semi-lightly. Being a man he was not much worried. He thought his brother in law has messed up a little and will call or contact soon.

 

The phone rang next morning. His face became serious. “Okay, can you arrange his return ASAP?”

 

“Nishu, your fear was right. That employment agent who took Pratap to Muscat left him waiting in the airport and vanished with every thing. Including his passport and visa.”

 

“Pratap has been wandering in the streets, my friend contacted the local police with his photo and they have been able to find him out and have lodged him in the Indian embassy. They are now busy finding out the authenticity of his words. I have arranged for his copies of passport and visa to be sent from here.”

 

“We will have to arrange for the passage money.” He said.

 

They were planning to get married next year, suddenly the factory in which Pratap worked closed down.

 

One of his colleagues offered him a job in Muscat, every one asked him to not go but he kept insisting, and finally they gave in. he arranged for three lakh rupee,  handed it over to the agent for formalities. Left for Muscat with dreams in his eyes a week ago.

 

 

“Why doesn’t the government does something concrete against these agents?” Nisha asked with tear filled eyes.

 

All her brother could do in response was shrug resignedly.

The beast

His wife was mentally unstable. Not crazy, just amply disturbed. Too disturbed to drive him against wall yet not enough to be sent to asylum.

 

 

He had two sons. One of them gay the other social outcast. Has been caught too many times stealing. So, though he was old and retired, none of his son had a say against his will. They knew he will ruin them if they disobey him.

 

He forced his older son, the gay to marry. He did not have guts enough to speak against his father. He married a normal, healthy girl. An orphan from a remote village, who was being brought up on leftovers of her uncle.

 

The girl was shocked to notice that her husband refused to touch her. She tried to woo him to her but he stayed as cold as ice and left for Mumbai after a fortnight of their marriage.

 

“Stay here and take care of my family. I will be back in durgapuja.”  These were his last words before leaving her, writhing in agony.

 

 

 

Her father in law soon had his way with her. It did not took him long to overpower that timid girl. Corruption seeped in. To the outside world they were father in law and daughter in law, inside the home they were lovers. His mentally unstable wife guessed it but was intimidated by them.

 

“Open your mouth, and you will be sent to some asylum. I know a lot of medicines, a single drop of them will drive you insane.”

 

“As for accusing me, no one will believe you, because every one knows you are as crazy as one can be.” He laughed shamelessly.

 

 

 

Her husband received a telegram telling him that he was about to become a father. He returned home after the baby was born.

 

They were alone in the night; the baby was sleeping in the bed, “Whose child is this? Dad’s or sujoy’s?” he asked in an amused tone.

 

“I guess I know. He must have had his plans from the beginning. “He said. “I am leaving tomorrow morning, don’t expect me to be back. Don’t have the second issue. In that case you will be in mess.”

 

He turned his back on her and went to sleep.

Monsters

“We have been on the trail of this gang for years. It’s a disgrace to the whole Police Department.”

 

“It won’t be possible to punish the insiders because their escape plan is too foolproof. But we will be able to caution the society, even at the cost of our own jobs.” Chandraneel said.

 

“It was a human trafficking gang working through out the country. It worked under the active cooperation of local powers.”

 

“Their agents prowled in colleges. Mostly as students, who just did not succeeded in clearing their exams.”

 

 

“They picked up the most attractive ones and started their action. If the girl was of a weak mind preying her was an apple pie. But if she turned out to be strong minded they laid the bait of marriage.”

 

“They took care about two things; first that the victim was completely overpowered in the first hit and his/her bridge to return to society was burnt to ashes.”

 

“They had a lot of power working behind their back. But over confidence is really a sick thing. It makes you see flowers in desert. Or worse, it shows you oasis to make you wander in the desert to perish.”

 

“These agents never worked in their own states, and were never visible before their joining the college. Once after joining the college they made a strong net with the help of their preys. Who vowed that they have known them from years. No one goes to snoop on authenticity of their lover’s words, does one?”

 

“In case of weak victims,  they were easy to control, intimidated absolutely by fear. They never caused any problem.”

 

“Danger lurked from the strong minded ones, they usually tested the strength of character of their victims, to confirm if the risk was worth it.”

 

“If they realized before entrapment that the person was too strong willed they just slipped him. If they realized after entrapment that the man was strong willed they drove him either to suicide or insanity, using their power in every sphere.”

 

“We simply believe any thing which two people say to us, don’t we? We never even try to apply our own brain to judge the person they are backwashing. We just follow them like lambs follow the shepherd.”

 

“Then they made the mistake of their life. They thought she was as soft as flower. She turned out to be fire. Soft, velvety, dazzling and deadly.”

 

“The rate on her head was so high that they decided to apply force, the girl became mum for a few years, and then she contacted a detective agency, and submitted the report to me.”

 

Chandraneel had a reputation of extremely honest officer.

 

“Though they have destroyed her life, completely, beyond repair, but if I flash this story in all the news papers at-least other parents and girls will be saved.”

 

“These people should be informed of the truth that you just can’t ruin a person’s reputation and life and walk away scot-free to do it again and again. It’s not a jungle and we are not deers.”

The shark

“Listen, we don’t have any thing special against you. you are just one of those who have reaped benefit from our organization.”

 

“Just like any other organization, we too have some rules and regulations. Every person who has worked for us is free to go, but, he or she will have to recruit two persons for us.”

 

She sat there, grimly. Listening to his words and left his room after he has finished. He was a very egoistic and vindictive man, who didn’t tolerated a flicker of disobedience. The last thing she wanted was a problem at the last stage of her slavery.

 

She landed in his claws because she did not had any other choice. Her father had a serious accident, he ended up paralyzed. There were four siblings looking up at her. Her mother was an illiterate housewife. To add up to that, a huge amount of money was borrowed from others to pay her father’s medical bills.

 

Shantamasi walked in with a proposal. Her invisibility was assured, all she will have to do is go to Mr. Singh’s den in a remote town and tell every one at her home-town that she has found a job in Shimla.

 

She will work there as long as she wants. Of course the minimum span being the time she will take to settle her dues. This will be paid by Mr. Singh now.

 

She left because she did not had any other choice. Her refusal would have meant killing her family. So she risked her life. But as she was promised, she realized soon that her identity was completely safe. Because her clients were very rich who did not wanted any kind of trouble. She was a gorgeous looking woman so she soon paid her debt and made a little money for herself. Then she asked Mr. Singh for leave….

 

She returned to her hometown for a few days. She was sitting in the drawing room when a distant relative of hers came.

 

“Tapasi, how are you? shantadi was telling me you have found a good job in Shimla and paid all the debts of your family?”

 

“Your uncle has ruined us, he has wasted all his savings in gambling and have incurred a huge debt. Can you search for a good job for Mita in your school?”

 

“The debtors are driving us insane. We wont be able to stay alive for long if they hound us every day like this. Soon they will throw us out in the streets.” Her aunt begged with tears in her eyes.

 

She too had a huge family and an incapable husband.

The old man

“Dada, you remember Suhas?” Ratri asked her, Madhav could see she was visibly disturbed.

 

A pang shot through his heart, “Of course, why not?”

 

“Why are you talking about her after so many years?” he asked.

 

“You remember how ruthlessly dad rejected her when you wanted to marry her? Even though every one wanted it?

 

“I think I have discovered the truth behind it and its disgusting, absolutely repulsive.”

 

Madhav and Ratri were siblings, their father Mr. Jaiswal was a man of easy morale. His wife has separated from him because of that and lived in a separate house. Ratri lived with her and Madhav with his father till they both attained their maturity. Mrs. Jaiswal has passed away a few years ago. Ratri is married with one kid and Madhav lives in USA, he has snapped all terms with his father since the episode of Suhas.

 

Madhav has seen Suhas for the first time in his cousin’s marriage. She was his cousin’s sister in law. It was love at first sight and there was no problem in marriage. His father went to see her and refused any further talks.

 

Madhav tried for a few years to make his father change his mind then he discovered from his father’s mails and phones that he was having an affair with Suhas. He left the country without telling the truth to anyone. His heart was filled with disgust for Suhas and his father.

 

“Anubhav works with Suhas. He told me every thing, and believe me, I felt like killing myself.” Ratri said with utter disgust.

 

“It seems dad had his eyes on her from the day he went to fix your marriage with her. He was even planning to marry her. So he befriended her pretending as you.”

 

“All these years she has been refusing every amorous advances thinking that you love her and will marry her.”

 

“He even calls her up and smses her using your name.”

 

“When mom passed away he befriended her as himself and packed up your identity, that is, he pretended that you are done with her and want it over.”

 

“In one hand he kept on insulting her as you, on the other hand he applied balms on those wounds as himself, hoping she will fall for him.”

 

“He is still keeping her hanging on to you so she does not marries any one else. May be he is waiting for her to grow old so he could again propose to her.”

 

“Very frankly speaking I don’t know what’s in his dirty mind and why he is playing this game but he is ruining my life.” She almost sobbed.

 

“Just wait for a while. Will you?” was Madhav’s only answer.

 

A month later he entered his sister’s flat with Suhas. “Can we have some tea sweetie? Meet your future sister in law.” He said smiling hugely at her.

The admirer

“Will you be impressed if the beggar who sits in the street corner falls in love with you and hounds you for your attention?” Mohan asked him.

 

Suresh was silent. He did not have any explanations. He knew his brother was right. It was his own blunder and he will have to pay for it.

 

Last year he took a new connection, a beautiful sms came from a number, and he answered it. Then some one called him up and they realized it was a wrong number. But they became friends.

 

He worked in a small factory; his friend was a young girl that much he could assess from her voice and way of communication. So he started to boast about his financial conditions to impress her. Soon their friendship turned into attraction. She started to nag him to meet.

 

They met last month; she came down from a luxury car to meet him. She was a gorgeous young girl in her early twenties. But she realized his façade within a few minutes. She was not unkind to him but he felt that her love has vanished then and there. She took leave after a while and went away.

 

Her smses became almost nil since and she stopped picking up his phone calls.

 

He poured out his frustrations to his brother. But he too took the side of the girl. He was ruthless but he was right.

 

Slowly the sense started to seep in his brain. Mohan was true. If he had told Nila in the very beginning that he was poor she might not have advanced the friendship. Or if she did, she might have stuck to simple friendship.

 

There relationship has no future at all. He can’t become a parasite on her father’s money.  He can’t expect her to live in the slum with him.

 

Not only poverty, he was barely educated whereas she was a student of one of the best colleges of Kolkata. She is kind that is why she has forgiven him or else she had full rights to insult him.

 

He picked up the phone and sent her a sms apologizing for his stupidity.