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Number 18 was said to be denoting the emotion of sacrificing self to fulfill a larger vision; a number in some mythology representing slavery and bondage. Sameer Maheshwari didn’t know all this, and never even thought about meaning behind numbers but Naina’s 18th birthday had rocked the very foundation…
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Now One year later, another house was decked up like a bride, the festivities surpassing the ones at Nirmal Jyoti society. The huge gates were lighted up, the entire lawn dotted with figurines, the bushes sported fairy lights, and the huge white bungalow gleamed with different colors of lights…
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Then Nirmal Jyoti society was decked up like a bride, never before had the people over there seen such a grand decoration, and lighting. The gates were covered in lights and fake ivy; the exterior walls had strings of fairy lights hanging from them; the road outside was lit…
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It was one of the regular mornings at Maheshwari house. The swimming pool glittered in the sun, the white exterior paint giving a feeling of grandeur, the sprawling lawns like an invitation to spend lazy afternoon. Sameer Maheshwari whistled as he combed his hair, checking his reflection in the…
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Sunlight filtered in through the beige-gold curtains, slowly flooding the room with its gentle glow. The chorus of birds drowned out the few conversations in the lawn. There was a joy in the morning, a deep sweetness, a chance of love that fused energy into the rays of sun…
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The train swayed a bit harder, the air conditioning already turning the cabin cold enough to demand a thin blanket, and Naina folded her saree, stuffing it along with the blouse and underskirt inside her bag. She knew there would be hell to pay as soon as she opened…
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