<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5696934165104318553</id><updated>2026-02-16T16:59:29.046+05:30</updated><category term="Short Story"/><category term="List"/><category term="The Revenge of Dark Warriors"/><category term="Pregnant Boy"/><category term="Article"/><title type='text'>Short Story 1000</title><subtitle type='html'>Welcome to My Blog&#xa;Enjoy short funny stories with chapter word limit of 1000 word. &#xa;Do Comment, If you enjoy my story.&#xa;Do read my story &quot;Pregnant Boy!&quot;, one of my best story.&#xa;</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://shortstory1000.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/5696934165104318553/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='https://shortstory1000.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Devendra Mehra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02832081236462871351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='28' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtqpbkvtwl7SMLk_dtaKEozVJDVeIZs3QWWR7Rlntd9d1MalZraHyT2eOY5p9tVw8k2LV44DXmkn64gYwMlsHreFYuFA49dMsihGuwxm6O1YmI2WEcEkE4_db_pDy4En0/s127/DSC_0412.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><blogger:adultContent>true</blogger:adultContent><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5696934165104318553.post-4949439563839137791</id><published>2025-10-31T01:52:47.000+05:30</published><updated>2025-10-31T01:58:12.016+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Short story"/><title type='text'>Nadaan Forest﻿</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 255, 255);&quot;&gt;I was sitting on my favorite branch, the one that always creaks just before a good rain, watching a tiny little firefly trying its hardest to light up a whole field of banyan leaves. He was flashing, flashing, flashing—but the leaves were so vast, and his light was so small. And he was getting tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 255, 255);&quot;&gt;That firefly? That’s what the world feels like for artists out there. You’re flashing your beautiful light, trying to go viral, trying to be a &quot;professional success,&quot; but the leaves of the outside world are too big, too dark, and they only care about how much money your tiny little flash can make them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 255, 255);&quot;&gt;That’s why the Nadaan Forest exists.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 255, 255);&quot;&gt;I knew we needed a place built on the opposite of pressure. We needed a place built on Nadaan—on that sweet, genuine, slightly goofy sincerity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 255, 255);&quot;&gt;I told the other animals: “We won’t be like the other jungles. We won&#39;t have the Equity Vines where the strong ones climb and take all the sunshine. We won&#39;t have a Valuation River where everything is measured by gold. We will be a non-profit place! We will be owned by the feeling of Nadaan itself!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 255, 255);&quot;&gt;So we set up the system. We said, &quot;Okay, if you sell a piece of your heart here, it’s a 50/50 promise.&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 255, 255);&quot;&gt;First, 50% of the leadership must be community voices—the actual poets, the painters, the clumsy dreamers. No big corporate tigers telling the birds how to sing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 255, 255);&quot;&gt;And second, 50% of the money goes right back into your hand, the hand that made the art! The rest? That’s for keeping the forest clean, buying new vines, and giving Grants to the fireflies who are almost out of energy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 255, 255);&quot;&gt;The Nadaan Forest isn&#39;t a marketplace; it’s a safe landing spot. It’s the soft pile of moss that catches you when you try a complicated leap and fail. Here, we don’t chase success; we chase joy. And we prove that when you stop trying to be the most powerful light, you become the most beautiful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 255, 255);&quot;&gt;Come on in. You look tired of flashing. Just be Nadaan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href=&#39;https://c.sawell.co&#39; target=&#39;blank&#39;&gt;From Blogger iPhone client&lt;/a&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://shortstory1000.blogspot.com/feeds/4949439563839137791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://shortstory1000.blogspot.com/2025/10/nadaan-forest.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/5696934165104318553/posts/default/4949439563839137791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/5696934165104318553/posts/default/4949439563839137791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='https://shortstory1000.blogspot.com/2025/10/nadaan-forest.html' title='Nadaan Forest﻿'/><author><name>Devendra Mehra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02832081236462871351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='28' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtqpbkvtwl7SMLk_dtaKEozVJDVeIZs3QWWR7Rlntd9d1MalZraHyT2eOY5p9tVw8k2LV44DXmkn64gYwMlsHreFYuFA49dMsihGuwxm6O1YmI2WEcEkE4_db_pDy4En0/s127/DSC_0412.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5696934165104318553.post-6316846092858867400</id><published>2020-06-20T21:59:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2020-06-21T15:58:33.511+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Article"/><title type='text'>Depression, Symptoms of Depression and Reason of Depression &amp; Handle a Depression</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h2 style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#f57c00&quot; face=&quot;arial&quot;&gt;Depression, Symptoms of Depression, Cause of Depression &amp;amp; Diagnose a Depression&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPwJUd43TVfEKW1D1v6YzMVPKwNdU5kIrYC8Nw5ZkvwP6nxVwzLNiX5RKrMxPsGEF5XnSHfkXV8Wj4ihg3Qqkkfp4OlUL3CQ2c2T0q_OlrRHHuf5S-o_tvxRbCSdBbjDoQUFuGrxtM23vK/s510/ezgif.com-webp-to-jpg.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;arial&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;Depression&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;340&quot; data-original-width=&quot;510&quot; height=&quot;426&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPwJUd43TVfEKW1D1v6YzMVPKwNdU5kIrYC8Nw5ZkvwP6nxVwzLNiX5RKrMxPsGEF5XnSHfkXV8Wj4ihg3Qqkkfp4OlUL3CQ2c2T0q_OlrRHHuf5S-o_tvxRbCSdBbjDoQUFuGrxtM23vK/w640-h426/ezgif.com-webp-to-jpg.jpg&quot; title=&quot;Depression&quot; width=&quot;640&quot; /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;arial&quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;h3 style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #f57c00;&quot;&gt;What is Depression?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Depression is a mental illness that is very common. The survey found that depression is India&#39;s most common physician illness.&amp;nbsp;A large number of Indians suffer from depression. Spreading awareness about depression is very important so that if anyone suffers from depression, they can be diagnosed early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;h3 style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#f57c00&quot; face=&quot;arial&quot;&gt;What are the major depression Symptoms?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;arial&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#0b8043&quot;&gt;Persistent and Pervasive Sadness:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#252525&quot;&gt;The very first and most important symptoms are that one will start staying sad most of his day. Even if anything positive happens in life, one can never be happy and there is always a disappointment on the face.&amp;nbsp;You can differentiate between depressive sadness and regular sadness.&amp;nbsp;Regular sadness is temporary and goes away when something positive happens.&amp;nbsp;But in a depression situation, a person is not happy even though there is something positive, it is called persistent and pervasive sadness.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;arial&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#0b8043&quot;&gt;Loose of Interest:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#252525&quot;&gt;One loses interest in everything like in the family, work, food, and hobby. You have heard this line many times that &quot;I don&#39;t enjoy anything, nothing gives me happiness&quot;, this is a symptom of depression.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;arial&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#0b8043&quot;&gt;Guilt Feeling:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#252525&quot;&gt;One starts feeling guilty, they blame themselves for all the wrong things that are going on around them.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;arial&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#0b8043&quot;&gt;Physical Weakness:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;They feel exhausted every time, in the morning, at night, and at noon. There&#39;s nothing exciting for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;arial&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#0b8043&quot;&gt;Loose of Concentration:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One could not concentrate on his work like in study or in a job etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;arial&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#0b8043&quot;&gt;Hunger and Body Weight:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One is not interested in food and the bodyweight also decreases. But, in some cases, both hunger and body weight increase dramatically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;arial&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#0b8043&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sleeping Problems:&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sleep gets shorter. one goes to bed but can&#39;t sleep or one sleeps at the right time, but the sleep breaks occasionally. The main problem with depressed people is the early morning break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#0b8043&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;arial&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#0b8043&quot;&gt;Suicidal thoughts:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A depressed person hurt himself is very common. Suicidal thought comes into his head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read Funny Story: &lt;a href=&quot;https://shortstory1000.blogspot.com/2020/06/pregnant-boy.html&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Pragnent Boy!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;h3 style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#f57c00&quot; face=&quot;arial&quot;&gt;Why does it happen?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;arial&quot;&gt;It is not necessary to be depressed because something went wrong, Even Though all goes well, depression may still be there.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;arial&quot;&gt;It is a disease, it has two causes, Biological &amp;amp; Phyclogical&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;ol style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;arial&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#0b8043&quot;&gt;Biological Cause:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One reason for depression is a chemical change in the brain, three chemicals are responsible, serotonin, norepinephrine, and dopamine.&amp;nbsp;Low quantities of these chemicals in the brain, can be a cause of depression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;arial&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#0b8043&quot;&gt;Phycological cause:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If something went wrong, the negativity increases and he starts to see that everything is wrong, as my future is bad, I can&#39;t do anything and much more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read Thrilled Story:&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href=&quot;https://shortstory1000.blogspot.com/2020/06/the-revenge-of-dark-warriors-part-1.html&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;The Revenge of Dark Warriors&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h3 style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;arial&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#f57c00&quot;&gt;What is Depression therapy?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;arial&quot;&gt;First, it&#39;s an illness, nobody chooses it on their own. Depression is not associated with mental strength, mental weakness, physical weakness.&amp;nbsp;If there is one depressed person, it is not necessary that he would be mentally weak.&lt;br /&gt;If you are depressed, do not think negatively. Do not think you are weak. it is a disease, and it can be treated properly like any other disease.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#0b8043&quot;&gt;There are two ways to treat depression.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first method is by giving the person proper medicine. These medicines maintain the chemicals in the brain. They identify the cause of depression and try to remove or replace the cause.&amp;nbsp;Both are workable, and the best result comes with both. If you see that someone is depressed near you, don&#39;t take it lightly. It can be treated, go, and see the psychiatrist and give him/her a treatment.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;arial&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;arial&quot;&gt;If you see that someone is depressed near you, don&#39;t take it lightly. It can be treated, go, and see the psychiatrist and give him/her a treatment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#7b1fa2&quot; face=&quot;arial&quot;&gt;Share this post as much as possible to spread awareness.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#7b1fa2&quot; face=&quot;arial&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;arial&quot;&gt;Read Funny Story:&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href=&quot;https://shortstory1000.blogspot.com/2020/06/pregnant-boy.html&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Pragnent Boy!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read Thrilled Story:&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href=&quot;https://shortstory1000.blogspot.com/2020/06/the-revenge-of-dark-warriors-part-1.html&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;The Revenge of Dark Warriors&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://shortstory1000.blogspot.com/feeds/6316846092858867400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://shortstory1000.blogspot.com/2020/06/depression-symptoms-of-depression-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/5696934165104318553/posts/default/6316846092858867400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/5696934165104318553/posts/default/6316846092858867400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='https://shortstory1000.blogspot.com/2020/06/depression-symptoms-of-depression-and.html' title='Depression, Symptoms of Depression and Reason of Depression &amp; Handle a Depression'/><author><name>Devendra Mehra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02832081236462871351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='28' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtqpbkvtwl7SMLk_dtaKEozVJDVeIZs3QWWR7Rlntd9d1MalZraHyT2eOY5p9tVw8k2LV44DXmkn64gYwMlsHreFYuFA49dMsihGuwxm6O1YmI2WEcEkE4_db_pDy4En0/s127/DSC_0412.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPwJUd43TVfEKW1D1v6YzMVPKwNdU5kIrYC8Nw5ZkvwP6nxVwzLNiX5RKrMxPsGEF5XnSHfkXV8Wj4ihg3Qqkkfp4OlUL3CQ2c2T0q_OlrRHHuf5S-o_tvxRbCSdBbjDoQUFuGrxtM23vK/s72-w640-h426-c/ezgif.com-webp-to-jpg.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Jaipur, Rajasthan, India</georss:featurename><georss:point>26.9124336 75.7872709</georss:point><georss:box>-1.3978002361788455 40.631020899999996 55.222667436178845 110.9435209</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5696934165104318553.post-8101754504419360370</id><published>2020-06-09T03:17:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2020-06-09T03:19:33.672+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="List"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Short Story"/><title type='text'>Top 20 Short Story Blogs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;h3 id=&quot;h4509884&quot; name=&quot;row4509884&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white; border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.75); font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 20px; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-numeric: inherit; letter-spacing: 0.5px; line-height: 1.3em; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 10px; vertical-align: baseline;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: transparent; color: #0b8043;&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;Top 20 Short Story Blogs&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Since I have started writing my new blog. I was really excited to know more about the different blogs, that gives amazing short stories to the web.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbWmfUxCRXzmttZzaFJmMj1Z2CzVRA1t40yprwSfQCkTW3yn3wzfOwjSKaTHAqfhxIXPyyiF1hh0OauZijBMsdEaFSZTnBHnFUhbczOjJPEFh7YIvKvi69P-Ld8As8CkNe09zI6HkpR_tK/s720/book+%25282%2529.jpg&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;Top 20 Short Story Blogs&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;405&quot; data-original-width=&quot;720&quot; height=&quot;360&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbWmfUxCRXzmttZzaFJmMj1Z2CzVRA1t40yprwSfQCkTW3yn3wzfOwjSKaTHAqfhxIXPyyiF1hh0OauZijBMsdEaFSZTnBHnFUhbczOjJPEFh7YIvKvi69P-Ld8As8CkNe09zI6HkpR_tK/w640-h360/book+%25282%2529.jpg&quot; title=&quot;Top 20 Short Story Blogs&quot; width=&quot;640&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;h3 id=&quot;h4509884&quot; name=&quot;row4509884&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white; border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.75); font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 20px; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-numeric: inherit; letter-spacing: 0.5px; line-height: 1.3em; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 10px; text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline;&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#0b8043&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;Top 20 Short Story Blogs&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;Here I have listed down top 20 short story Blogs. It was too difficult for me, since every website/blog has amazing stories with &lt;b&gt;Unique Concept&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;While listing them down I had following points in my mind that helped me to organise &lt;b&gt;Top 20 Short Story Blogs&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;li&gt;&amp;nbsp;Unique Concept&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Representation of the Story&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&amp;nbsp;Language of the Story&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;h3 id=&quot;h4509884&quot; name=&quot;row4509884&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white; border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.75); font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 20px; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-numeric: inherit; letter-spacing: 0.5px; line-height: 1.3em; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 10px; text-align: left; vertical-align: baseline;&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#0b8043&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;Top 20 Short Story Blogs&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h3 style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;ol style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://rushi-stories.blogspot.com/&quot;&gt;Short Stories&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://americanshortfiction.org/&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;American Short Fiction&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://www.morningcoffeebeans.com/&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Morning Coffee Beans&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.shortstories4kids.com/&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Short Stories 4 Kids&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://www.bedtimeshortstories.com/&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Short Bedtime Stories - Short Stories For Kids&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://www.reddit.com/r/shortstories/&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Short Stories Reddit&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://shortmystery.blogspot.com/&quot;&gt;The Short Mystery Fiction Society Blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://piecesofpeony.com/&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Pieces of Peony&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://www.fictionontheweb.co.uk/&quot;&gt;Fiction on the WEB short stories&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://www.storiesspace.com/&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Stories Space&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://onlychapter1.blogspot.com/&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Only Chapter One&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#222222&quot; face=&quot;arial, helvetica, sans-serif&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://thresholds.chi.ac.uk/&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;THRESHOLDS | Home of the international short story forum&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://jameskirst.com/&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;James Kirst Short Story and Novel Blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://www.one-story.com/blog/&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;One Story Blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://shortstorybookclub.com/&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Short Story Book Club&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://malenaduhudgi.com/&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;phoenix girl-travel and life experience blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://hemantrjoshi.com/&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Hement R Joshi- short stories and essays&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://significtion.wordpress.com/&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;significtion- short stories and poems&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://www.sanem.in/&quot;&gt;Sanem Writing&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://fiftywordstories.com/&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;50- Word Stories&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go Check out them for amazing Short Stories.&lt;br /&gt;Keep Reading Keep Smiling.&lt;br /&gt;Also Do &lt;a href=&quot;http://feeds.feedburner.com/ShortStory1000&quot;&gt;Subscribe&lt;/a&gt; My Blog. This would make my day :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;
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Are you afraid my friend?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Karman: I said DROP YOUR WEAPON.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Smanta: Shut up, you son of a bitch!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Karman starts firing but the weapon suddenly reacts and comes in the mid, protecting his master. Smanta gets angry and he jumps towards Karman and attacks him, cutting his hand by which he was holding gun. Everyone panics and starts shooting Smanta. But because of the power held in the weapon bullets couldn&#39;t even touch Smanta and he goes about behaving like a monster, killing and destroying everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Chintan: What the fuck is he doing! This bastard is out of his mind. I should escape.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;A cop on walkie talkie: We need back up... We need back up...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;The hall is covered with blood and bodies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Smanta moves toward the exit killing every man in the way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Chintan thinks, &quot;I won&#39;t be able to make it on my own, I should go with Smanta.&quot; He slowly moves towards the exit. They both come outside but there is whole army on the road so Chintan asks Smanta (directing on the other side of road),&quot; Come with me, I know a way out.&quot; Smanta follows him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Army starts to fire at them. Chintan shouts,&quot; There... There it is... Come to the bridge...&quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Smanta jumps on from one vehicle to another proceeding towards the bridge while Chintan is struggling rescuing from the bullets. A huge traffic was created on the bridge by then and filled with army. Chintan runs fast towards Smanta but a bullet hits him in the leg. He falls down and shouts in pain,&quot; Smanta, help me...please... I wouldn&#39;t make it without you.&quot; Smanta looks at him,&quot; Then don&#39;t... I have lost too much, now it&#39;s your time...&quot; And he jumps from the bridge and lands on a car, going through bridge and escapes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Chintan gets surrounded by army and he becomes unconscious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;At BLWO organisation centre, Chief dyan is talking with the civilians left out from the fight. After a while he says to his colleague,&quot; I think this is the end, ask all of them to leave...and did you get any information about the person that lady told about, who is he?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Colleague: Chintan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Chief Dyan: Yeah! You have any info about him?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Colleague: Not yet sir! And sir the state police finished an operation in which someone robbed the old strip from a museum. News reporters are blaming ninjas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Chief Dyan: Did they take anyone in custody alive?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Colleague: Yes sir! But it is not disclosed who is he?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Chief Dyan: I knew this is not the end. This was not supposed to end so easily. Let&#39;s go, I want to meet him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;In a hospital, Chintan lies on bed attended by Karman, two policemen and a doctor beside him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;On TV, &quot;There are terrorist attacks happening all over the country. They are destroying govt. buildings, they have old weapons with super powers. Something like this has not been seen ever in the history of human life. The chaos is making it impossible for police and army to protect us so stay at home and be safe.&quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Chintan mutters: This shouldn&#39;t have happened...It is the end now...Now they will take over the country and it is all my mistake, I helped him to get this weapon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Chief Dyan: Are you Chintan? Are you the one who sent me the letter through the lady?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Chintan: Yeah..did you kill all the people in that place I mentioned?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Chief dyan: Yeah, except for some civilians.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Chintan: Are you stupid, couldn&#39;t you just follow what I said...you moron. I clearly mentioned kill EVERY person you find there. You could have finished the war instead you just provided men to destroy the country.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Chief Dyan becomes angry and slaps him, putting his hands on his collar, &quot;How dare you... You b...&quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Karman pushes him away and shouts: Shut up... Shut up you both...tell me exactly what happened Chintan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Chintan: This guy....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Suddenly the phone rings, and Karman picks up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Kamran: It is for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Smanta(on the phone): I was the one, who became orphan that day... Every time I tried to kill you to take my revenge your father sent ninja to protect you...I have never seen a stupid like you my friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Chintan (tears in his eyes): What...my...my father is alive???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Suddenly room door opens and a person enters, everyone looks at him. The phone falls down from Chintan&#39;s hand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Chintan: Father..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Chintan&#39;s father: What have you done son..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;***&lt;b&gt;End of Season One&lt;/b&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;***&lt;b&gt;Thanks you so much&lt;/b&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;***&lt;b&gt;Do give feedback&lt;/b&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://shortstory1000.blogspot.com/feeds/7669378728006837102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://shortstory1000.blogspot.com/2020/06/the-revenge-of-dark-warriors-part-7.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/5696934165104318553/posts/default/7669378728006837102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/5696934165104318553/posts/default/7669378728006837102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='https://shortstory1000.blogspot.com/2020/06/the-revenge-of-dark-warriors-part-7.html' title='The Revenge of Dark Warriors: Part 7'/><author><name>Devendra Mehra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02832081236462871351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='28' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtqpbkvtwl7SMLk_dtaKEozVJDVeIZs3QWWR7Rlntd9d1MalZraHyT2eOY5p9tVw8k2LV44DXmkn64gYwMlsHreFYuFA49dMsihGuwxm6O1YmI2WEcEkE4_db_pDy4En0/s127/DSC_0412.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiANfLo_ZQH9VinFlBrnTOF-y5ptBEasH8m0TltzD7xZo2wj27aUhYDrR1v4XbMku-iLTEIa0oyZG4gZbQaGVyVOiApADAQBYk_F2WLmybfd5qAvDZPO8d9imkXHZO742xifGhTiYY1xFcy/s72-w512-h640-c/Ninja.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5696934165104318553.post-7602094103661093757</id><published>2020-06-08T00:41:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2020-06-08T01:56:47.428+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="List"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Short Story"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="The Revenge of Dark Warriors"/><title type='text'>The Revenge of Dark Warriors: Part 6</title><content type='html'>&lt;h2 style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Part 6: Feel The Power&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwWI96cL76Ls7ODMdy317kEbsRfgjNZhiyEImNHQuxKrcmniaOXiaQcWRDHH6P6WgTgNDEDDd14neSf9uDBTgMu8KbrvEkarfvsdQeQ-JuD0_IrPGVZZYArmDn-tkeT3g6vK_PsiQURvYO/s625/Ninja.jpg&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;625&quot; data-original-width=&quot;500&quot; height=&quot;640&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwWI96cL76Ls7ODMdy317kEbsRfgjNZhiyEImNHQuxKrcmniaOXiaQcWRDHH6P6WgTgNDEDDd14neSf9uDBTgMu8KbrvEkarfvsdQeQ-JuD0_IrPGVZZYArmDn-tkeT3g6vK_PsiQURvYO/w512-h640/Ninja.jpg&quot; width=&quot;512&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Smanta is sitting on the bridge and caressing his wound when Chintan reaches out puts his hand on Smanta&#39;s right shoulder and says: Can I help?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Smanta (in pain): Yeah! Back off. It&#39;s my injured shoulder...you idiot!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Chintan: Oops!..Sorry. So...where were you from last two years?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Smanta: I was searching you. Since my father...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Chintan cuts in the mid and says with anger: Ha!..Since your father killed my father...why, so that you could kill me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Smanta seems confused but he changes the topic and asks with a smile: What about Kayila? Did you meet her? You had so many plans with her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Chintan: I met her and I ended up killing her husband.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Smanta: W..What?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Chintan : What are you supposed to do if you find out that your girlfriend is married to someone who is not even...average of my looks....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Smanta gives him a disguted look.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Chantan: What...don&#39;t give me that look..it was an accident. You know what...I don&#39;t wanna talk about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Smanta: Okay! Tell me the plan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Chintan stutters: Umm..arr...Oo..okay... We will go to the museum, steal the weapon and come back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Smanta stays quiet, waiting for something more. But instead, Chintan gives him a very innocent smile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Smanta: That&#39;s it...That&#39;s what you call...plan. You said,&quot; I have a PLAN&quot;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Chintan: What was I supposed to do? You were going to kill me. If I did not say anything, I was dead then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Smanta trys to stand up: Oh..you are so dead now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Chintan: Wait...Wait...Wait...We can make a plan now. It&#39;s in the museum, security is very less there. Trust me. I have robbed a bank and we both are good at escaping.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Smanta: Let&#39;s end this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Chief Dyan and his team reaches Ninja&#39;s place. He picks up his walkie talkie and speaks,&quot;I want every bastard dead. You see a ninja and you shoot, clear...&quot; From the other end,&quot; Clear sir.&quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;They start moving inside the building and start firing as soon as they see a living body moving around. They start to spread out in the dark. A ninja star flies in the air and hits one of the army men and soon knives and bullets were flying in the air. There were dead bodies all around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;After a while, everything comes to a sudden halt. The ninjas were killing themselves with their own swords.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Someone from a dark corner speaks ,&quot; Please don&#39;t kill us..we are civilians.&quot;, a group of people come out,&quot; we are just employees over here, we do not know anything about the ninjas or their motives. Please don&#39;t kill us!&quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Chief Dyan is shocked because there shouldn&#39;t have been any civilian according to the information. &quot; Check if they have any weapon on them.&quot;, he gives order to an army men.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&quot;None Sir.&quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Chief Dyan: Take them in custody.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;He thinks,&quot; Is it over? Could it had been this easy? Ninjas are known for their bravery, but they were coward, killing themselves. Something seems fishy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Meanwhile, Smanta and Chintan are climbing wall of the museum.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Smanta: Are you sure about what you&#39;re doing? What about the security?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Chintan: Don&#39;t worry, nobody cares about these junks. No one even knows about it, not even how it looks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Smanta: What..you don&#39;t know how it looks. Then how on earth are you going to recognize it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Chintan: Um..I beleive it must be something unique. Now, don&#39;t think too much, let&#39;s go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Shamil had already told everything to Karman, so he had already surrounded the museum with cops. He sat in a van with a few cops keeping an eye on them through CCTV.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;A cop: Sir,&amp;nbsp; should we catch them now? They aren&#39;t prepared for us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Karman: No, if we catch them now, we&amp;nbsp; might never know what that Goddess weapon is. Once they get the weapon then we&#39;ll catch them, dead or alive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Chintan and Smanta get inside the museum. They start looking for the Goddess weapon. Looking in every corner, staring at every stuff, when suddenly...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Smanta: Chintan, I am feeling something..something unusual, something powerful...I am feeling like I can take anyone down...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;His heart starts to beat at a high pace and his breathing, even faster.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Chintan: This must be because of the connection between God and Goddess Weapon..feel it, feel the power and move towards where it enhances.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Smanta starts running across the hall and he flicks his right hand and smashes the front glass. An old piece of iron shines and attach with Smanta&#39;s hand. It attaches with the top of the moon shape and it continuously changes it&#39;s shape.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Chintan: This is AWESOME..okay let&#39;s go now. I don&#39;t want any more trouble.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Karman: Go...go...go... They took it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Bunch of cops enter in the museum and surround them, the rest surrounds the museum.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&quot;Drop your weapon...Drop your weapon and lay down...&quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://shortstory1000.blogspot.com/2020/06/the-revenge-of-dark-warriors-part-7.html&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Revenge of dark&amp;nbsp; warriors part-7&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://shortstory1000.blogspot.com/feeds/7602094103661093757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://shortstory1000.blogspot.com/2020/06/the-revenge-of-dark-warriors-part-6.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/5696934165104318553/posts/default/7602094103661093757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/5696934165104318553/posts/default/7602094103661093757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='https://shortstory1000.blogspot.com/2020/06/the-revenge-of-dark-warriors-part-6.html' title='The Revenge of Dark Warriors: Part 6'/><author><name>Devendra Mehra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02832081236462871351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='28' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtqpbkvtwl7SMLk_dtaKEozVJDVeIZs3QWWR7Rlntd9d1MalZraHyT2eOY5p9tVw8k2LV44DXmkn64gYwMlsHreFYuFA49dMsihGuwxm6O1YmI2WEcEkE4_db_pDy4En0/s127/DSC_0412.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwWI96cL76Ls7ODMdy317kEbsRfgjNZhiyEImNHQuxKrcmniaOXiaQcWRDHH6P6WgTgNDEDDd14neSf9uDBTgMu8KbrvEkarfvsdQeQ-JuD0_IrPGVZZYArmDn-tkeT3g6vK_PsiQURvYO/s72-w512-h640-c/Ninja.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5696934165104318553.post-3930175275336704789</id><published>2020-06-08T00:38:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2020-06-08T01:51:56.614+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="List"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Short Story"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="The Revenge of Dark Warriors"/><title type='text'>The Revenge of Dark Warriors: Part 5</title><content type='html'>&lt;h2 style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Part 5: Kill Me or Die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPiQZshgVhpM6DLWZRxoCKY3yBQtsEtJgx8f_tbdh119pKCGKM4MhRzx0v2x9grpOWvDVnAIDnlF6cwY-Xq_YSMrYzq_rQPUQcXfUzcADKwRrfI-jPm3w9qIyQ3T9DSxASs0hOdu3Hqqqj/s625/Ninja.jpg&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;625&quot; data-original-width=&quot;500&quot; height=&quot;640&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPiQZshgVhpM6DLWZRxoCKY3yBQtsEtJgx8f_tbdh119pKCGKM4MhRzx0v2x9grpOWvDVnAIDnlF6cwY-Xq_YSMrYzq_rQPUQcXfUzcADKwRrfI-jPm3w9qIyQ3T9DSxASs0hOdu3Hqqqj/w512-h640/Ninja.jpg&quot; width=&quot;512&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;At BLWO organization center, Chief Dyan is sitting on a chair working on laptop, when he hears a disturbance coming from the CCTV footage of the main gate. He takes a look at it. A woman is insisting to talk to the head, shouting, &quot;I have info about ninjas, let me speak to the head&quot;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Chief Dyan picks up a walkie talkie and speaks to officer at the main gate,&quot; Let the woman in, and bring her to me.&quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;The woman introduces herself as the wife of the person who died under bridge. She was afraid to be in the presence of the chief. She kept playing with the end of her handkerchief. The Chief asks her for the information.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;She starts: Sir, I... I don&#39;t know... I was there and....and...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Chief Dyan: Ma&#39;am, I do understand your situation, but it&#39;s not the time to be scared, the information you have is really important. I request you to hold yourself together and give me the information about ninja.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Woman silently passes a letter and says,&quot;I found this letter at my doorstep with a note asking me to give it you and saying that the information it contains would get me rewarded, making my life easier...&quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Chief quickly takes the letter and reads it. His eyes lightens up at its content.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Chief Dyan: If this is true you are a millionaire now, if not......well, let&#39;s just say it would be better if it&#39;s not. Officer, take care of this woman, let not any harm come upon her.&quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;He runs out of his office and orders the rest of the officers,&quot; Everyone get ready with your weapons, we have got a lead on ninjas and I want this as our first and last chance against them. Hurry up now!&quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Outside Shamil&#39;s house, police is shooting down every ninja. As a ninja was trying to escape, a cop targets to fire at him. In order to protect him another ninja throws a ninja star(shuriken) at the cop. The gun fires and the bullet hits the ninja in the leg. The second ninja grabs a gun from a cop, kills him and then kills the former cop. Then he runs to his fellow injured ninja and says,&quot; We are going inside the house, take this&quot;, gives him the gun, &quot; kill anyone who comes in the way. You go first, I&#39;ll cover your back.&quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;The ninja takes out his sword and makes his move, killing everyone, clearing the way for his friend. The ninja limps towards the house, shooting the cops, while the other ninja fights with his sword. He dodges bullet with his sword but one hits him in the arm. They get inside the house and bolts the door with a table. The second ninja runs in the kitchen, takes a knife and begins to heat it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Outside the house, cops tries to break the door. The first ninja gets scared by the loud thumping on the door. He says,&quot; They will break in soon, we both are injured, we won&#39;t be able to fight them.&quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Second ninja: So what are you suggesting that we should surrender to them. Don&#39;t be a coward.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;He wraps a cloth tightly above the injured part and takes out the bullet from his arm. Then he walks up to the other ninja and begins to wrap a cloth above his injured part.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;First ninja: Think reasonably....we are outnumbered. It&#39;s no cowardice to save yourself. I don&#39;t wanna die so soon...besides, all our lives what we have done is follow the orders of the master and kill for him. And what do we get in result?....Death. How is that fair?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Second ninja: Do not talk rubbish, we took pledge that we will never surrender and will never betray...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;First ninja: But we also pledged to help innocent people...what about that? Now it&#39;s on you which pledge you wanna keep and which to break...your choice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Second ninja speaks in a slow voice while stepping towards him,&quot; I have already chosen, my brother&quot; and hugs him tight. First ninja,&quot;I am so....aah&quot;, second ninja had struck him with knife. He pushes back the second ninja and looks at the blood on his hand,&quot; Why...aagh?&quot;He replies,&quot; I chose the other one my brother. I am not gonna die like a coward...I am a Warrior. &quot; He throws him away and flicks his weapon and tries to run away, but the cops are already in the house through the windows and through the door.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;A police man shots him in the leg and ninja falls towards the wall, he stands up with support of wall, looking at ground. Every cop is pointing his gun at him, one of them says,&quot; Drop your weapon and we&#39;ll not kill you.&quot; He doesn&#39;t moves. &quot;Hey..talking to you...&quot; Ninja slowly looks upside and cross his weapon in the air, speaks in a gradually increasing voice,&quot; Kill Me or Die&quot; and suddenly someone shots him in the head three times, &quot;Shut up.&quot;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;A policeman,&quot; Sir, he was the last one, now who would be helpful...&quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Shamil: &quot; I...I can help.&quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://shortstory1000.blogspot.com/2020/06/the-revenge-of-dark-warriors-part-6.html&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Revenge of dark warriors -part 6&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://shortstory1000.blogspot.com/feeds/3930175275336704789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://shortstory1000.blogspot.com/2020/06/the-revenge-of-dark-warriors-part-5.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/5696934165104318553/posts/default/3930175275336704789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/5696934165104318553/posts/default/3930175275336704789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='https://shortstory1000.blogspot.com/2020/06/the-revenge-of-dark-warriors-part-5.html' title='The Revenge of Dark Warriors: Part 5'/><author><name>Devendra Mehra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02832081236462871351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='28' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtqpbkvtwl7SMLk_dtaKEozVJDVeIZs3QWWR7Rlntd9d1MalZraHyT2eOY5p9tVw8k2LV44DXmkn64gYwMlsHreFYuFA49dMsihGuwxm6O1YmI2WEcEkE4_db_pDy4En0/s127/DSC_0412.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPiQZshgVhpM6DLWZRxoCKY3yBQtsEtJgx8f_tbdh119pKCGKM4MhRzx0v2x9grpOWvDVnAIDnlF6cwY-Xq_YSMrYzq_rQPUQcXfUzcADKwRrfI-jPm3w9qIyQ3T9DSxASs0hOdu3Hqqqj/s72-w512-h640-c/Ninja.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5696934165104318553.post-5259776247333787074</id><published>2020-06-08T00:18:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2020-06-08T02:04:24.975+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="List"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Short Story"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="The Revenge of Dark Warriors"/><title type='text'>The Revenge of Dark Warriors: Part 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;h2 style=&quot;height: 0px; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Part 4: Suicide Plan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg59rAk6CvLjfkipGVT5KhK_J55i0Ukf4BNnPXUXa8vRBcF-QFig75HLPvqpzTVHzLJVHugoCZyeAsoKkuVflmIiTFud6HJM_j_cQHZbFO46Y_dI1zmRpRgFDp6UAWMaySYRy39H2HdkeK0/s625/Ninja.jpg&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;625&quot; data-original-width=&quot;500&quot; height=&quot;640&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg59rAk6CvLjfkipGVT5KhK_J55i0Ukf4BNnPXUXa8vRBcF-QFig75HLPvqpzTVHzLJVHugoCZyeAsoKkuVflmIiTFud6HJM_j_cQHZbFO46Y_dI1zmRpRgFDp6UAWMaySYRy39H2HdkeK0/w512-h640/Ninja.jpg&quot; width=&quot;512&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Chintan looks at Clap and starts panicking: We are gonna die. There are Ninjas outside waiting for us. They&#39;ll kill us all, we cannot defeat them. Do something Smanta, do something...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Smanta is shocked at this statement but he refuses to believe Chintan. He asks Shamil to go outside and check if it&#39;s true. Shamil, being afraid of the whole situation says nothing and does as he was told. Chintan is scared and he starts thinking of escape plans.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Shamil opens the door and there he sees a group of ninjas, all in black and their faces covered. He loses his shit and runs backward to close the gate. But before he could move a ninja grabs him and hangs him upside down by the lamp post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Shamil: Help me Chintan. Help me. Arghhh...!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Chintan gets scared listening to Shamil&#39;s voice. He freezes in his place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Smanta: What are you waiting for? Go help him otherwise they&#39;ll kill him!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Chintan: What! Are you crazy!? They are NINJAs! They are here to KILL ME. Do you seriously believe I stand a chance against them. By the way you were the one to sent him outside, you were the one because of whom he is in this trouble so don&#39;t put it on me that I have to save him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Smanta: Are you seriously playing this blame game right now! Your friend outside, is in danger, don&#39;t be such a douche-bag. We BOTH need to help him. And what&#39;s the point in hiding anyway, sooner or later they will come inside and kill us both. So before they make their move we should make ours instead, maybe then we would be able to save Shamil&#39;s life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Chintan: NO, NO, NO... Listen to me, this is a trap. Once we are outside they will kill us both, and Shamil is dead anyway. We can&#39;t help him. We should leave this place as soon as we can, so we can steal the god weapon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Smanta: Do you have any escape plan?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Chintan: I have called the cops, they&#39;ll be here any minute. You just need to keep the ninjas busy until cops come, I will leave from backside. once cops are here they&#39;ll take care of everything and even Shamil. After that you should go to the bridge, behind the museum, I&#39;ll meet you there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Smanta: Wait... are you crazy? You are asking me to fight with a group of ninjas while you safely exit from the back door. It&#39;s a clear suicide plan. I&#39;m not doing it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Chintan: I&#39;m not asking you to fight them, exactly. I&#39;m just asking you to keep them busy, you know talk to them or tell them jokes. They won&#39;t harm you after all you are a ninja too and you also want to kill me, so...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Smanta: You are a selfish b...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Chintan: Do you have any better idea?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Smanta couldn&#39;t think of any better ideas so he agrees and flicks his weapon, moving towards the door. While Chintan runs towards safety i.e. the back door.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;He steps outside and finds no one but Shamil hanging upside down, drenched in his own blood, half awake. Knowing ninjas would be somewhere around, he becomes alert of even the slightest movement. He shouts out,&quot; What do you want? Why are you hurting him? Leave him out of this, he is innocent.&quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Suddenly one of the ninjas appears and attacks Smanta, which he dodges quickly. He throws his weapon towards the ninja but he ducks. Then more ninjas start to appear. One attacks him from behind and Smanta falls. He stands up quickly, being more alert this time. Two ninjas attack him from front, Smanta kicks one and kills the second with his weapon attacking his chest. Suddenly a third ninja jumps on him from above and attacks on his head. Smanta falls down, feeling dizzy. Everything seems blur to him. He tries to get up but a ninja kicks him in the stomach. He falls back. The ninjas start to circle him. Smanta feels weak, he fears that he&#39;ll die today without being able to do what he was supposed to. Feelings of weakness, failure and revenge welled up in his eyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Sound of siren wailing in a distance is heard. It catches the ninjas off-guard. Smanta takes this moment as his opportunity, gives his weapon a shake killing off two ninjas blocking his way. He gets up and punches the others blocking him with his weapon hand. The cops reach there and starts firing the ninjas, asking them to surrender. The ninjas fight back while Smanta flees from the back and towards the bridge where he was suppose to meet Chintan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;ACP Karman shouts, &quot;Kill every one but I need one of those bastard alive and save that guy.(Pointing towards Shamil)&quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://shortstory1000.blogspot.com/2020/06/the-revenge-of-dark-warriors-part-5.html&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Revenge of dark worriers-part5&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://shortstory1000.blogspot.com/feeds/5259776247333787074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://shortstory1000.blogspot.com/2020/06/the-revenge-of-dark-warriors-part-4.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/5696934165104318553/posts/default/5259776247333787074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/5696934165104318553/posts/default/5259776247333787074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='https://shortstory1000.blogspot.com/2020/06/the-revenge-of-dark-warriors-part-4.html' title='The Revenge of Dark Warriors: Part 4'/><author><name>Devendra Mehra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02832081236462871351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='28' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtqpbkvtwl7SMLk_dtaKEozVJDVeIZs3QWWR7Rlntd9d1MalZraHyT2eOY5p9tVw8k2LV44DXmkn64gYwMlsHreFYuFA49dMsihGuwxm6O1YmI2WEcEkE4_db_pDy4En0/s127/DSC_0412.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg59rAk6CvLjfkipGVT5KhK_J55i0Ukf4BNnPXUXa8vRBcF-QFig75HLPvqpzTVHzLJVHugoCZyeAsoKkuVflmIiTFud6HJM_j_cQHZbFO46Y_dI1zmRpRgFDp6UAWMaySYRy39H2HdkeK0/s72-w512-h640-c/Ninja.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5696934165104318553.post-1891918755395944522</id><published>2020-06-08T00:14:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2020-06-08T02:01:37.039+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Revenge of Dark Warriors: Part 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;h2 id=&quot;story-title&quot; style=&quot;border-bottom: 1px solid rgb(238, 238, 238); box-sizing: border-box; color: #222222; font-family: &amp;quot;source sans pro&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;helvetica neue&amp;quot;, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 32px; font-weight: 400; line-height: 36px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-top: 0px; outline: 0px; padding-bottom: 12px; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Chapter 3. Back to The Chaos&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgG0yTJULmiSmEdwJwFLb7-hLQuca2WV8v_GMMxz-HFX6jX2n4yyn5efW1pBees9NvP2LDYz7EBc5DGGdiyjMjv9qo5_YBHMKeiz3sluQgjiSNYg7_V62e0r-2s6Hr8GCLwPuzX8gj0M6mq/s625/Ninja.jpg&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;625&quot; data-original-width=&quot;500&quot; height=&quot;400&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgG0yTJULmiSmEdwJwFLb7-hLQuca2WV8v_GMMxz-HFX6jX2n4yyn5efW1pBees9NvP2LDYz7EBc5DGGdiyjMjv9qo5_YBHMKeiz3sluQgjiSNYg7_V62e0r-2s6Hr8GCLwPuzX8gj0M6mq/w320-h400/Ninja.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Present time...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;BLWO is an agency that works on terminating ninjas and protecting historical weapons which are being stolen by the ninjas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Chief Dyan sits in a hall full of agents discussing the robbery that has been happening for many years. He had spent half of his life catching ninjas, trying to get out information about their organization and their aim of stealing weapons, but was unsuccessful as the ninjas were too loyal to answer any of his questions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;As he was still engrossed in the unsolved mystery of the ninjas and robbery of the weapons, one of the agents barged in, panting for breath. Chief Dyan asked the reason for his state. He informed Chief about the robbery that occurred in the Dolan area recently.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Chief Dyan: How is it related to the ninjas or the robbery of weapons? Agent, I warn you not to waste the time of the meeting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Agent: Chief, I thought so too once I heard the news but what follows is what matters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Chief showed some interest and asked him to continue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Agent: People who were killed in this incident were actually killed by ninjas and from the CCTV recording we have recognized one of the robbers, we have a criminal record against him.&amp;nbsp; A lady named Kayila reported FIR one year ago against him about her husband&#39;s murder. We have a picture of him, his name is Chintan, but he was not caught, he might have changed his place...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Chief Dyan: Go around and ask about Chintan to the manager&#39;s family, find him. Surely you will get something from there and bring that lady Kayila here, I need to talk to her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Meanwhile, Chintan is sitting in his room trying to figure out a plan to handle the situation when the window breaks and Smanta enters. He attacks Chintan. Caught by surprise, Chintan escapes the move by an inch. But Smanta was very quick and catches Chintan by his neck. Cornering him in the room, Smanta gives a wicked smile to Chintan telling him that he is going to die. Smanta makes his move to kill when Chintan, scared for his life, blabbers out, &quot;I have a plan to steal the Goddess weapon.&quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Smanta is taken aback at this statement. He could not believe that something that he has been trying for, for years, Chintan would be able to do that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Smanta: You are just bluffing, trying to save your own life with one of your filthy tricks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Though he said he didn&#39;t believe Chintan, yet hesitation was clear in his voice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Shamil: What the hell is happening in my house? Who are you and what the hell is this Goddess weapon!!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Chintan: I swear on my life, I am not bluffing, I really do have a plan for stealing the Goddess weapon and you need me for the plan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Shamil is in confusion, he looks at Chintan&#39;s face for answers. Reading the bewilderment of his friends face, Chintan begins to tell the history the God and the Goddess weapon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Chintan: Millions of year ago, God created life and gifted humans with power, but soon He felt apologetic for it as the humans used those powers to rule over the weak. So He took a decision. He took away the powers from human beings and gathered that power into a weapon. As he didn&#39;t want humans to have power, He destroyed the weapon which parted into two parts, the God and the Goddess weapon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;It&#39;s believed that if these two weapons are made to attach together then it would have all the powers that were once destroyed and one with the weapon would become the most powerful in the universe conquering even death.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;And right now the weapon which is attached with Smanta&#39;s hand is the God weapon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Shamil is shocked at the information. He freezes in his position trying to figure out what he had just heard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Suddenly Clap barges in, barking, signalling Chintan that there are ninjas outside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://shortstory1000.blogspot.com/2020/06/the-revenge-of-dark-warriors-part-4.html&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Revenge of dark warriors-part4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://shortstory1000.blogspot.com/feeds/1891918755395944522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://shortstory1000.blogspot.com/2020/06/the-revenge-of-dark-warriors-part-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/5696934165104318553/posts/default/1891918755395944522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/5696934165104318553/posts/default/1891918755395944522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='https://shortstory1000.blogspot.com/2020/06/the-revenge-of-dark-warriors-part-3.html' title='The Revenge of Dark Warriors: Part 3'/><author><name>Devendra Mehra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02832081236462871351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='28' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtqpbkvtwl7SMLk_dtaKEozVJDVeIZs3QWWR7Rlntd9d1MalZraHyT2eOY5p9tVw8k2LV44DXmkn64gYwMlsHreFYuFA49dMsihGuwxm6O1YmI2WEcEkE4_db_pDy4En0/s127/DSC_0412.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgG0yTJULmiSmEdwJwFLb7-hLQuca2WV8v_GMMxz-HFX6jX2n4yyn5efW1pBees9NvP2LDYz7EBc5DGGdiyjMjv9qo5_YBHMKeiz3sluQgjiSNYg7_V62e0r-2s6Hr8GCLwPuzX8gj0M6mq/s72-w320-h400-c/Ninja.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5696934165104318553.post-282460082049561519</id><published>2020-06-08T00:10:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2020-06-08T02:08:12.858+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="List"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Short Story"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="The Revenge of Dark Warriors"/><title type='text'>The Revenge of Dark Warriors: Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;h3 style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a name=&#39;more&#39;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFZUiIDj-oZjfeGxApjuY6lttelWiC3UOMq2cCaYt7lxBgI3LiZH7t3Gm9znpmZRmvNUTc4M46NTho4nu3mAVS2k1t0Uf7RWKqkD4zSAEc2HJ3I0tjTfIJgHCuISVCNznIPbe47nsLLMv9/s625/Ninja.jpg&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;625&quot; data-original-width=&quot;500&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFZUiIDj-oZjfeGxApjuY6lttelWiC3UOMq2cCaYt7lxBgI3LiZH7t3Gm9znpmZRmvNUTc4M46NTho4nu3mAVS2k1t0Uf7RWKqkD4zSAEc2HJ3I0tjTfIJgHCuISVCNznIPbe47nsLLMv9/s320/Ninja.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#3367d6&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 2: Unbroken Promise&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;Chintan starts telling his story(In a low voice): When I was 15, my mom died and dad lost his mind, he wanted to kill himself but Seyta master (Smanta&#39;s father) made him understand that it&#39;s not reasonable to give up on life and gave work in his organization. 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&lt;/script&gt;&lt;pre style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me and Smanta became the best of friends. We both used to go to the river to take a bath, and one day we saw a beautiful girl there, Kayila. She was 20 and too old for me but I liked her and I decided to propose her. Before Smanta could stop me I ran towards her and said, &quot;HEY! You are very pretty, will you be my girlfriend?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kayila(chuckles): But you are too young, once you will be 21, I will be your girlfriend, promise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I came back, Smanta looked too scared and said that he would tell this to my dad and I will be punished by Seyta master. I couldn&#39;t understand why would master punish me for that, but I was scared of punishment so I offered him Clap to keep this secret between us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Smanta paused for a while, he hesitated to agree to the offer but his admiration towards Clap took over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Smanta made the unbroken promise: I give you my word that I will not tell a single word about this to anyone till the last breath of my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It sounded weird but had a promising tone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The matter got worse when Kayila told about this drama to someone and Smanta&#39;s name got dragged in. Seyta master got to know about this incident. We were presented in an assembly for punishment. This was shocking to me because we were just kids and this could have been ignored, but people over there were angry too and they forced Seyta master to punish both of us. Seyta master was in a great dilemma, for there stood his boy who he was supposed to punish. People argued about some rules and old traditions which were not supposed to be broken. Suddenly Master stood up and all went silent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seyta master(In a deep voice): Release Chintan because he is not the part of this community and for Smanta, as per the rules no one is allowed to have a desire of women in our community and if someone does he/she will be punished for it. And the same goes for Smanta, he shall be no exception instead he would be an example for anyone who attempts to do the same mistake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seyta master took a deep breath and announced the punishment: Take Smanta amongst the community members and there, in front of everyone, cut his one hand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Smanta was crying and was looking at me with a hope that I would say something to stop this punishment but I was too scared to say anything so I stood silently and saw everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After announcing the punishment Seyta master went up to Smanta and said softly to him, &quot;You won&#39;t regret this, my son.&quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was made to stand there and watch the punishment being executed. It was too violent and I was shocked that how could a man could be so heartless to punish his own son with this type of punishment. And after watching all this happen I was glad that I was saved.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next day, Smanta had a weapon attached to his hand, which was really massive and looked powerful. The weapon had intricated design craved on it and the head looked like the half moon. But there was something odd about it, though it looked like the half moon still it had some parts in it which were supposed to attatch with something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that Smanta never talked to me but he had Clap now. He gave Clap special training. This went on for 5 years and by then I had also learned many moves of martial art. But one day when I came from the market I saw that my father was fighting with Seyta master and he was threatening to kill my father. Before I could do anything, one of my father&#39;s friend took me away from there and told me about the Goddess weapon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shamil: What, what is this...?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chintan: I think, that&#39;s enough for you. Asking more about this community can even kill you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I eloped from there 2 years ago and I took Clap came with me. I am sure that ninja who killed 14 people was Smanta, but I can&#39;t understand why would Smanta kill them all...why did the ninjas take Clap, my pup...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meanwhile, Smanta is with bank manager in a room where he is torturing him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Smanta skins the upper lid of his eye, the bank manager cries in pain. He asks for mercy, he offers Smanta anything in order to make it stop. Smanta pauses. He sits back, stares him and asks, &quot;WHERE IS CHINTAN?&quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Worried for his life, the bank manager tells him Shamil&#39;s address and tells him that Chintan had been hiding himself there for 2 years. A wicked smile appears on Smanta&#39;s face. Out of thrist the manager asks for water, Smanta gives him a look and then goes up to the water jug, drinks water from it and gives his weapon hand a shake, and in a snap the head part moves like a boomerang slicing off the manager&#39;s head.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Smanta smiles and says,&quot; Chintan, you are dead now.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://shortstory1000.blogspot.com/2020/06/the-revenge-of-dark-warriors-part-3.html&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Revenge of dark worriers-part3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://shortstory1000.blogspot.com/feeds/282460082049561519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://shortstory1000.blogspot.com/2020/06/the-revenge-of-dark-warriors-part-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/5696934165104318553/posts/default/282460082049561519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/5696934165104318553/posts/default/282460082049561519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='https://shortstory1000.blogspot.com/2020/06/the-revenge-of-dark-warriors-part-2.html' title='The Revenge of Dark Warriors: Part 2'/><author><name>Devendra Mehra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02832081236462871351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='28' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtqpbkvtwl7SMLk_dtaKEozVJDVeIZs3QWWR7Rlntd9d1MalZraHyT2eOY5p9tVw8k2LV44DXmkn64gYwMlsHreFYuFA49dMsihGuwxm6O1YmI2WEcEkE4_db_pDy4En0/s127/DSC_0412.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFZUiIDj-oZjfeGxApjuY6lttelWiC3UOMq2cCaYt7lxBgI3LiZH7t3Gm9znpmZRmvNUTc4M46NTho4nu3mAVS2k1t0Uf7RWKqkD4zSAEc2HJ3I0tjTfIJgHCuISVCNznIPbe47nsLLMv9/s72-c/Ninja.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5696934165104318553.post-2079137274200411773</id><published>2020-06-06T05:23:00.007+05:30</published><updated>2020-06-15T03:28:00.053+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="List"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Short Story"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="The Revenge of Dark Warriors"/><title type='text'>The Revenge of Dark Warriors: Part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&quot;Killed three people, robbed a bank and now I am planning to go against an organization, which has an army capable to overcome a country, police want me dead or alive. What have I turned out from an innocent boy!&quot;, Chintan (22 years), thinking while laying on a couch in a room where a lot of money is spread all over the floor and Shamil(Chintan&#39;s friend) is shouting on him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;5 days ago, at night...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;Chintan, Clap(Pet dog), and Shamil are walking on a bridge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;Shamil:&amp;nbsp; It&#39;s been 2 years! Tell me something about you and why do we always walk out at night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;Chintan (Ignores him &amp;amp; changes the topic): Mmmmm... Shamil, you wanna see something crazy and amazing stunt that I am practicing for so long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;Read&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://shortstory1000.blogspot.com/2020/06/pregnant-boy.html&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 18.72px; font-weight: 400;&quot;&gt;Pregnant boy!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;Shamil: No no nooo... you always do such stupid things and create problems.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;Chintan: You know what, I can jump from here and land directly on the car going through the bridge, see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;Shamil(gets scared): Wait! Wait! What, wait...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;Chintan runs to one side of the bridge and looks at a car coming towards the bridge and starts running to the other side, jumps off the bridge and lands on the car. The car driver loses balance and hit the car in the near pole. Shamil comes down near the car and they both look at the driver&#39;s body, who is dead now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;Read:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://shortstory1000.blogspot.com/2020/06/story-of-unborn-elephant-in-kerala.html&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 18.72px; font-weight: 400;&quot;&gt;Story of an Unborn Elephant&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;Shamil starts shouting at him: Are you stupid... you moron, you just killed an innocent guy. I am gonna call cops...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;Chintan stops him and tells him not to shout: LOOK... no one is here... let&#39;s go from here, no one will ever know about it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;Shamil: But he must have a family, what about them, who is gonna take care of them...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;Chintan takes the driver&#39;s license and says: I will take care of that. I will give them a lot of money...This guy&#39;s family won&#39;t suffer any problems. Now we should go from here before anyone sees us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 18.72px; font-weight: 400;&quot;&gt;Read&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://shortstory1000.blogspot.com/2020/06/pregnant-boy.html&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 18.72px; font-weight: 400;&quot;&gt;Pregnant boy!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;They come back home and now Chintan is thinking about the help he promised to give that family, &quot;I have to help his family otherwise Shamil...&quot;, suddenly he is reminded of a greedy bank manager who lives in their Neighbors. He goes to him, tells him that he has a plan to rob his bank and after that, they will split it into 50-50.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;Bank manager agrees with his deal and asks about the plan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;Read: &lt;a href=&quot;https://shortstory1000.blogspot.com/2020/06/story-of-unborn-elephant-in-kerala.html&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot;&gt;Story of an Unborn Elephant&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;Chintan explains the plan: First Clap will behave like a mad dog outside the bank creating a situation so that bank guard will have to leave his position, then I will enter the bank and you will give me the money and I will leave from the back door.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;Bank manager: But, It&#39;s just a dog. Can we put our trust in this dog?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;Chintan: Don&#39;t worry about it, there are many more you don&#39;t know about &amp;amp; you don&#39;t even need to.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;After five days(Present time)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;Read&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href=&quot;https://shortstory1000.blogspot.com/2020/06/pregnant-boy.html&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot;&gt;Pregnant boy!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;They have executed the plan, Chintan reaches home with money, lays on the couch, and switches on the T.V.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;T.V. News: &quot;Today two thief robbed a bank in the Dolan area and a group of ninjas was seen outside the bank. They have killed 14 people in the bank and kidnapped the bank manager.&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;Read: Story of an Unborn Elephant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;Now Chintan is shocked and he realizes that Clap is also missing and he shouts loudly: I am gonna kill you Smanta(one of the ninjas) and all of you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;Shamil panics and starts shouting: Oooo My God, Oooh my god...did you rob the bank, and what about the 14 people, where is the bank manager...and what is it about the Ninjas, where did they come from in the story...say something who are you, Chintan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://shortstory1000.blogspot.com/2020/06/the-revenge-of-dark-warriors-part-2.html&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;The Revenge of Dark Warriors: Part 2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://shortstory1000.blogspot.com/feeds/2079137274200411773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://shortstory1000.blogspot.com/2020/06/the-revenge-of-dark-warriors-part-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/5696934165104318553/posts/default/2079137274200411773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/5696934165104318553/posts/default/2079137274200411773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='https://shortstory1000.blogspot.com/2020/06/the-revenge-of-dark-warriors-part-1.html' title='The Revenge of Dark Warriors: Part 1'/><author><name>Devendra Mehra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02832081236462871351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='28' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtqpbkvtwl7SMLk_dtaKEozVJDVeIZs3QWWR7Rlntd9d1MalZraHyT2eOY5p9tVw8k2LV44DXmkn64gYwMlsHreFYuFA49dMsihGuwxm6O1YmI2WEcEkE4_db_pDy4En0/s127/DSC_0412.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxR3g-lai93qIITCJysc-tpUKv_8YZlXt3qCtVh6hhrLuB0dsZdUqf8hXUebQrRGRUTqsQdGsPc0M8R9_cwavCstWgCm9DbWUknHB3cuQQ96046OJDZUKErKMugRjGnqz6q3gy4Yh6HNXE/s72-w512-h640-c/Ninja.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Mumbai, Maharashtra, India</georss:featurename><georss:point>19.0759837 72.8776559</georss:point><georss:box>-9.2342501361788472 37.721405899999993 47.386217536178847 108.0339059</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5696934165104318553.post-4958766278170104116</id><published>2020-06-05T01:50:00.008+05:30</published><updated>2020-06-07T19:31:17.654+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Short Story"/><title type='text'>Story of An Unborn Elephant in Kerala</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhG04arA7PM6oo6H4GIzDF8MvsEqrbl9t80V3cgakTrqCTjNZdSxIHB8flvIHDdNTFv5KtL6f9ED0b0Hlo_Z73pvwFZMNk5HhZV63aCayXGwA3oV2dg6Mqw1PgMihrwBbuXIbwAx7ITpX_5/s720/elephant+%25281%2529.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;480&quot; data-original-width=&quot;720&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhG04arA7PM6oo6H4GIzDF8MvsEqrbl9t80V3cgakTrqCTjNZdSxIHB8flvIHDdNTFv5KtL6f9ED0b0Hlo_Z73pvwFZMNk5HhZV63aCayXGwA3oV2dg6Mqw1PgMihrwBbuXIbwAx7ITpX_5/s320/elephant+%25281%2529.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#0b8043&quot;&gt;History of Relationship Between Human &amp;amp; Animals&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Animals have been a great friend of human since years ago.&amp;nbsp;But reality of this relationship was that, it was loyal from the animals&#39; side and human have been using this for his sake only.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;In our history, elephants &amp;amp; horses have been used in war. Dogs are so loyal that today also they are being used to protect our houses. Cow is called &quot;Mother&quot; in Indian culture, since we have been raised by her milk.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;But on the other side, human did not ever treat animals well. Animals either have been used for their transportation or severed as a food in their plates. Those were not used in their benefits they have somehow started business by using their physical appearance of by their dead body, like Zoo &amp;amp; circus is an great example of business run by their physical appearance and lather, meat, statue of elephant&#39;s tusk are other example of their other businesses.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h4 style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;This story is also an example of cruelty of human act upon animals.&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white;&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#0b8043&quot;&gt;Do read and leave a comment this would make my day.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;h3 style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#0b8043&quot;&gt;Beginning of Story&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Once upon a time a king ran out from the war with his family and reached in a forest. He met with an elephant family in the forest.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;These elephants have never seen a human before. By looking at the bad situation of the king and their family, they offered food to the king&#39;s family. Now king was feeling safe, since these elephants were helping them in every kind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;There were three&amp;nbsp;members in the elephant&#39;s family, the couple and the baby elephant. Three of them were enjoying the human company. It has been 2 years now and the bonding between them became so powerful that king decided to live there forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h3 style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;But one day, so many soldiers came to the forest and started torturing the destroying the forest The king had to came out and revealed his identity. King asked the soldiers to stop. But later on the soldiers asked the king to come with them so that the condition of their kingdom could become better. After understanding the whole condition the king decided to leave but the he asked the soldiers to take the male elephant with them.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#7b1fa2&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white;&quot;&gt;Other Stories&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://shortstory1000.blogspot.com/2020/06/girls-journey-to-doctor-profession.html&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot;&gt;Girl&#39;s Journey to a Doctor Profession&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://shortstory1000.blogspot.com/2020/06/pregnant-boy.html&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://shortstory1000.blogspot.com/2020/06/pregnant-boy.html&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot;&gt;Pregnant Boy!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;The male elephant was brought forcefully into the kingdom, just because the king loves to ride him. The female elephant and the baby were left in the forest. The elephant in the kingdom become sick, since he was missing his home and family.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;On the other side the female elephant knew that she is pregnant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;She knew that she would not be able to manage food once the baby is grown up in her, also she was strongly missing his partner in this condition, so she decided to left forest to search the male elephant. Now, she decided to leave her baby elephant in the elephant, since she did knew nothing about the human world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;She left the forest and reached at the kingdom in the night, and she reached at the place where male elephant was tied. The moment, the male elephant saw her, he started crying and said, &quot;human is the worst creation of God. I will be dead here but you need to leave to save our baby. If you get caught, you will also be treated same as me. NEVER TRUST A HUMAN&quot; his soul left his body after that and she turned towards the forest and started running.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#7b1fa2&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white;&quot;&gt;Other Stories&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://shortstory1000.blogspot.com/2020/06/girls-journey-to-doctor-profession.html&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot;&gt;Girl&#39;s Journey to a Doctor Profession&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://shortstory1000.blogspot.com/2020/06/pregnant-boy.html&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://shortstory1000.blogspot.com/2020/06/pregnant-boy.html&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot;&gt;Pregnant Boy!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;In the next morning, she woke in the middle of the human kids. The kids were offering food to the elephant. She remembered the day when they fed to the king and the king loved them back. By remembering that there was not any reason to not to trust those kids. So, she accepted the accepted the food and started eating that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Suddenly she realized that the food started burning inside her mouth, kids feel it up with the crackers just to enjoy the pain of a poor elephant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;She started running, the only thought in her mind was that she should have followed her husband&#39;s advise. She ran and stayed to the river for three days and have not eaten anything. so that the pain could become less and she survived to birth her child who was not ever born yet. After 3 days she died of hunger and pain.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h3 style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#0b8043&quot;&gt;Conclusion&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;The last part of this story is a real incident occurred in kerala.&amp;nbsp;This was a cruel act of human.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h4 style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;If I find the God,&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white;&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#7b1fa2&quot;&gt; I would ask him to recreate this world without the human.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white;&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#7b1fa2&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#7b1fa2&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white;&quot;&gt;Other Stories&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://shortstory1000.blogspot.com/2020/06/girls-journey-to-doctor-profession.html&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot;&gt;Girl&#39;s Journey to a Doctor Profession&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://shortstory1000.blogspot.com/2020/06/pregnant-boy.html&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://shortstory1000.blogspot.com/2020/06/pregnant-boy.html&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot;&gt;Pregnant Boy!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://shortstory1000.blogspot.com/feeds/4958766278170104116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://shortstory1000.blogspot.com/2020/06/story-of-unborn-elephant-in-kerala.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/5696934165104318553/posts/default/4958766278170104116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/5696934165104318553/posts/default/4958766278170104116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='https://shortstory1000.blogspot.com/2020/06/story-of-unborn-elephant-in-kerala.html' title='Story of An Unborn Elephant in Kerala'/><author><name>Devendra Mehra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02832081236462871351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='28' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtqpbkvtwl7SMLk_dtaKEozVJDVeIZs3QWWR7Rlntd9d1MalZraHyT2eOY5p9tVw8k2LV44DXmkn64gYwMlsHreFYuFA49dMsihGuwxm6O1YmI2WEcEkE4_db_pDy4En0/s127/DSC_0412.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhG04arA7PM6oo6H4GIzDF8MvsEqrbl9t80V3cgakTrqCTjNZdSxIHB8flvIHDdNTFv5KtL6f9ED0b0Hlo_Z73pvwFZMNk5HhZV63aCayXGwA3oV2dg6Mqw1PgMihrwBbuXIbwAx7ITpX_5/s72-c/elephant+%25281%2529.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5696934165104318553.post-2850441973192529788</id><published>2020-06-04T02:23:00.012+05:30</published><updated>2020-06-07T19:24:36.908+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Short Story"/><title type='text'>Girl&#39;s Journey to a Doctor Profession</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#0b8043&quot;&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjh8JJ1-03QQ1ucfNmZTL1j7kFhR3WCjJBt_f2tPNgIvGttS0xntgSGpmEDGyKtMT8wq3DEnT67SZgbTOkyI8PknUBYeijqerBwtpYuXyGHrXVhLKZ2JD4KAAESFVzjdtrTVzabKEnC40FM/s720/Doctor00+%25281%2529.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;534&quot; data-original-width=&quot;720&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjh8JJ1-03QQ1ucfNmZTL1j7kFhR3WCjJBt_f2tPNgIvGttS0xntgSGpmEDGyKtMT8wq3DEnT67SZgbTOkyI8PknUBYeijqerBwtpYuXyGHrXVhLKZ2JD4KAAESFVzjdtrTVzabKEnC40FM/s320/Doctor00+%25281%2529.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;No person is there in the world, who is not thankful to the doctors. God created us but doctors are the one who is repairing us as needed. That is the reason that doctor profession has a lot of respect and world calls them god.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #0b8043; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;In this Blog, I am going to write journey of one of the closest friend, who wanted to become a doctor. The story is written by her itself, so if you wanna be doctor or interested into a person&#39;s journey who followed her dream to become a doctor, this story is for you.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;h2 style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #0b8043;&quot;&gt;Beginning of My Dream &amp;amp; Wall&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;I always wanted to be a doctor, but for that I have to become an mathematician &amp;amp; an physician to clear NEET obviously. why can&#39;t one become a doctor if he/she wants to.(Well now you will say it is necessary...blaa...blaa...blaa I know) All I wanted is just to become an doctor, a surgeon who works like a mechanic with a body, It was so cool for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;So when did I thought that I wanna be a doctor, It was just a hit... a bollywood hit obviously, when I was 10 my mum got sick and doctors saved her life, I got mum back and I wish that I could save her by my selves If I was a doctor. So I wanna save others life the way doctors saved my mum&#39;s life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;I was a pretty good student, got high marks in 10th &amp;amp; 12th but that was not enough to become a doctor, There was a huge wall between me and my dream, called NEET Exam. Let me tell you my friend It is not essay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Dream of my life was SMS College.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;(Do Not Forgot to Follow My Blog)&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot;&gt;(Read Funny Story: Pregnant Boy!)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h2 style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white;&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#0b8043&quot;&gt;Struggle of Coaching &amp;amp; Career Option &amp;amp; My Choice&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;While preparing for NEET, I knew that I had to become first mathematician and physician to become a doctor, but this was too late. Things were not easy, and were getting harder and harder with the time. One after another after another I could not clear that wall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;After attempting three times I had few choices.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;One of them was to pursue MBBS from foreign or from private college. So since my surname is not ambani I can not afford these options and loan was not looking a good idea to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Rest other options were like agriculture and BDS were not&amp;nbsp;fascinating me. Even though I was not going to become a doctor that does not mean I will compromise with my dream, I wanted to treat a human body and so I will.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Wasting another year was suggested by many people was I knew the result.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;So those days, one idea that was looking suitable in all aspects was to become an Ayurveda Doctor. Which is pretty old school but still gives you a chance to treat a human body &amp;amp; also no need to be an ambani person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h4 style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;(Do Not Forgot to Follow My Blog)&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot;&gt;(Read Funny Story: Pregnant Boy!)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h2 style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white;&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#0b8043&quot;&gt;Thoughts in My Mind on the Way to My College&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;To be honest, image of Ayurveda doctor is not good and I felt pretty bad for that but what could I do. So I got enough rank to get into a GOVT. College and it was situated in a beautiful place &quot;Dehradun&quot;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;So all the way, to college I was thinking that how would it be? What would be the future? Will I ever get respect like doctors do? Will I even get paid a good amount of money?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;But all aside my parents were happy that I got the college.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;So I thought I can not change it, but I can enjoy it well, I will get a body to treat like real doctors probably would not get a chance to become a surgeon but in college I would cut bodies (Practicals), will have fun with my girls and the life of a hill area...that would be nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;And also I heard one of my friends that Modi ji is doing great for BAMS career, I am going to get a GOVT. job easily. So, what&#39;s point to be sad girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h4 style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;(Do Not Forgot to Follow My Blog)&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot;&gt;(Read Funny Story: Pregnant Boy!)&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;(&lt;b&gt;Do Not Forgot to Follow My Blog)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h2 style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: #4285f4;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;h2 style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white;&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#0b8043&quot;&gt;Motivation and Conclusion of this blog&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;It has been 8 months now and I still think that what am I doing here?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;At first, senior introduction was fun, friends were fun &amp;amp; hills were fun but now here nothing to do, Study is boring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Every time I go to study, My minds says that you are not going to be respected as MBBS doctors. I do not even have a hobby, that I could pursue. all I am doing is changing myself into a potato.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Since I worked my ass off to get here and my parent put all the money and efforts to get me here, I can not drop this.&amp;nbsp; I do not have another choice to continue with this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Few days back, I started to be a positive person, reading books, started exercises and writing. I hope that would centralize my mind and I would get my positivity back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;During this Corona situation, Ayurveda came up with its its medicine, which can be used to prevent COVID 19. It feels good when I get to know something where BAMS is getting appreciated. This motivates me to study Ayurveda.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;h3 style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;background-color: white;&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#0b8043&quot;&gt;Conclusion&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;So now I think that I also could do something that will get respect from others, and I will.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;If you are a person who can suggest me some ideas regarding BAMS do suggest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thanks for reading&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;h4 style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;(Do Not Forgot to Follow My Blog)&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot;&gt;(Read Funny Story: Pregnant Boy!)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://shortstory1000.blogspot.com/feeds/2850441973192529788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://shortstory1000.blogspot.com/2020/06/girls-journey-to-doctor-profession.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/5696934165104318553/posts/default/2850441973192529788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/5696934165104318553/posts/default/2850441973192529788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='https://shortstory1000.blogspot.com/2020/06/girls-journey-to-doctor-profession.html' title='Girl&#39;s Journey to a Doctor Profession'/><author><name>Devendra Mehra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02832081236462871351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='28' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtqpbkvtwl7SMLk_dtaKEozVJDVeIZs3QWWR7Rlntd9d1MalZraHyT2eOY5p9tVw8k2LV44DXmkn64gYwMlsHreFYuFA49dMsihGuwxm6O1YmI2WEcEkE4_db_pDy4En0/s127/DSC_0412.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjh8JJ1-03QQ1ucfNmZTL1j7kFhR3WCjJBt_f2tPNgIvGttS0xntgSGpmEDGyKtMT8wq3DEnT67SZgbTOkyI8PknUBYeijqerBwtpYuXyGHrXVhLKZ2JD4KAAESFVzjdtrTVzabKEnC40FM/s72-c/Doctor00+%25281%2529.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5696934165104318553.post-3683696272588643063</id><published>2020-06-03T01:30:00.010+05:30</published><updated>2020-06-07T19:47:30.606+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Pregnant Boy"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Short Story"/><title type='text'>Pregnant Boy! Part 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;h2 id=&quot;story-title&quot; style=&quot;border-bottom: 1px solid rgb(238, 238, 238); box-sizing: border-box; color: #222222; font-family: &amp;quot;source sans pro&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;helvetica neue&amp;quot;, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 32px; font-weight: 400; line-height: 36px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-top: 0px; outline: 0px; padding-bottom: 12px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#0b8043&quot;&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEie2VqkRiI4ddoszohYM4P4Ttyb2lcefVD4Y8UBlsS4tXeCyvf3quVBMOl-gGy8IwCct8QUsLGGhkCu8kTQRSjZwwBX4DnNvDH4zKrReFFVh68WpsfIkAcLAS4GLJaqTyMH8UKl-zmYxQLE/s500/Pregnant+Boy.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;334&quot; data-original-width=&quot;500&quot; height=&quot;428&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEie2VqkRiI4ddoszohYM4P4Ttyb2lcefVD4Y8UBlsS4tXeCyvf3quVBMOl-gGy8IwCct8QUsLGGhkCu8kTQRSjZwwBX4DnNvDH4zKrReFFVh68WpsfIkAcLAS4GLJaqTyMH8UKl-zmYxQLE/w640-h428/Pregnant+Boy.jpg&quot; width=&quot;640&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 4: Where is My Child?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p data-p-id=&quot;88c724a4e36200f36181986dc0603dba&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #222222; font-family: &amp;quot;source sans pro&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;helvetica neue&amp;quot;, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px; margin: 0px 0px 24px; padding: 0px;&quot;&gt;It&#39;s been two days, Miyan is unconscious. Now everyone knows about the pregnancy thing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p data-p-id=&quot;88c724a4e36200f36181986dc0603dba&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #222222; font-family: &amp;quot;source sans pro&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;helvetica neue&amp;quot;, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px; margin: 0px 0px 24px; padding: 0px;&quot;&gt;Inside the hospital room, Miyan and Arena are sitting together.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p data-p-id=&quot;88c724a4e36200f36181986dc0603dba&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #222222; font-family: &amp;quot;source sans pro&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;helvetica neue&amp;quot;, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px; margin: 0px 0px 24px; padding: 0px;&quot;&gt;Arena(Excitedly): I am so happy. You both are alive. Sooo, have you thought about any baby name?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p data-p-id=&quot;88c724a4e36200f36181986dc0603dba&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #222222; font-family: &amp;quot;source sans pro&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;helvetica neue&amp;quot;, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px; margin: 0px 0px 24px; padding: 0px;&quot;&gt;Miyan: YEAHHHH! Kriya.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p data-p-id=&quot;88c724a4e36200f36181986dc0603dba&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #222222; font-family: &amp;quot;source sans pro&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;helvetica neue&amp;quot;, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px; margin: 0px 0px 24px; padding: 0px;&quot;&gt;Arena: Oh! What if it&#39;s a boy?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p data-p-id=&quot;88c724a4e36200f36181986dc0603dba&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #222222; font-family: &amp;quot;source sans pro&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;helvetica neue&amp;quot;, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px; margin: 0px 0px 24px; padding: 0px;&quot;&gt;Miyan: But I want a girl. Girls are sweet. Oh, wait! How do you know that my baby is alive? And where is my baby?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p data-p-id=&quot;88c724a4e36200f36181986dc0603dba&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #222222; font-family: &amp;quot;source sans pro&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;helvetica neue&amp;quot;, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px; margin: 0px 0px 24px; padding: 0px;&quot;&gt;Arena: I heard from the doctor when he was telling the nurse, &quot;The child is fine, but we need to keep this thing secret. Go and tell this to Miyan&#39;s parent about the child&quot;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p data-p-id=&quot;88c724a4e36200f36181986dc0603dba&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #222222; font-family: &amp;quot;source sans pro&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;helvetica neue&amp;quot;, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px; margin: 0px 0px 24px; padding: 0px;&quot;&gt;Miyan(Scared): My parent will now be angry. :(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p data-p-id=&quot;88c724a4e36200f36181986dc0603dba&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #222222; font-family: &amp;quot;source sans pro&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;helvetica neue&amp;quot;, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px; margin: 0px 0px 24px; padding: 0px;&quot;&gt;The doctor doesn&#39;t want anybody to know about the infection because they think that Miyan was infected with their medicines.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p data-p-id=&quot;88c724a4e36200f36181986dc0603dba&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #222222; font-family: &amp;quot;source sans pro&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;helvetica neue&amp;quot;, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px; margin: 0px 0px 24px; padding: 0px;&quot;&gt;Doctor to parent: Your child had a surgery so don&#39;t tell anything to him that makes him sad. Try to keep him happy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p data-p-id=&quot;88c724a4e36200f36181986dc0603dba&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #222222; font-family: &amp;quot;source sans pro&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;helvetica neue&amp;quot;, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px; margin: 0px 0px 24px; padding: 0px;&quot;&gt;Now the doctor comes inside the room and says to Miyan: So you had a small surgery, but you are totally fine.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p data-p-id=&quot;88c724a4e36200f36181986dc0603dba&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #222222; font-family: &amp;quot;source sans pro&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;helvetica neue&amp;quot;, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px; margin: 0px 0px 24px; padding: 0px;&quot;&gt;Miyan(in low voice): Where is my child, Doctor?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p data-p-id=&quot;88c724a4e36200f36181986dc0603dba&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #222222; font-family: &amp;quot;source sans pro&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;helvetica neue&amp;quot;, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px; margin: 0px 0px 24px; padding: 0px;&quot;&gt;Doctor: What child Miyan. What are you talking about?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p data-p-id=&quot;88c724a4e36200f36181986dc0603dba&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #222222; font-family: &amp;quot;source sans pro&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;helvetica neue&amp;quot;, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px; margin: 0px 0px 24px; padding: 0px;&quot;&gt;His parent enters the room. Miyan thinks that the doctor gave his child to his parent and they all don&#39;t want to tell him about his child. So he becomes angry.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p data-p-id=&quot;88c724a4e36200f36181986dc0603dba&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #222222; font-family: &amp;quot;source sans pro&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;helvetica neue&amp;quot;, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px; margin: 0px 0px 24px; padding: 0px;&quot;&gt;Miyan throws a water glass to doctor and shouts: Where is my child, you bastard? Why...Why is no one taking me seriously? I know everything (He starts crying loudly and becomes unconscious)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p data-p-id=&quot;88c724a4e36200f36181986dc0603dba&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #222222; font-family: &amp;quot;source sans pro&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;helvetica neue&amp;quot;, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px; margin: 0px 0px 24px; padding: 0px;&quot;&gt;After that Doctor discharges Miyan and tells his parents not to tell anything that makes him angry.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p data-p-id=&quot;88c724a4e36200f36181986dc0603dba&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #222222; font-family: &amp;quot;source sans pro&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;helvetica neue&amp;quot;, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px; margin: 0px 0px 24px; padding: 0px;&quot;&gt;At Miyan&#39;s home, Miyan and Arena are talking.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p data-p-id=&quot;88c724a4e36200f36181986dc0603dba&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #222222; font-family: &amp;quot;source sans pro&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;helvetica neue&amp;quot;, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px; margin: 0px 0px 24px; padding: 0px;&quot;&gt;Arena: Miyan I am taking the sex education this summer vacation, and ma&#39;am told us that only girls can give birth to a child. You did a different thing. Probably that&#39;s why they are not telling us about our child.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p data-p-id=&quot;88c724a4e36200f36181986dc0603dba&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #222222; font-family: &amp;quot;source sans pro&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;helvetica neue&amp;quot;, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px; margin: 0px 0px 24px; padding: 0px;&quot;&gt;Miyan(starts crying): I just want my child back. I don&#39;t want anything else.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p data-p-id=&quot;88c724a4e36200f36181986dc0603dba&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #222222; font-family: &amp;quot;source sans pro&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;helvetica neue&amp;quot;, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px; margin: 0px 0px 24px; padding: 0px;&quot;&gt;Parents stood behind the door and listened to them while they are having the conversation. They enter the room and they ask Arena to go home and tell her personally not to meet him again in a very rude manner.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p data-p-id=&quot;88c724a4e36200f36181986dc0603dba&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #222222; font-family: &amp;quot;source sans pro&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;helvetica neue&amp;quot;, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px; margin: 0px 0px 24px; padding: 0px;&quot;&gt;Parents try to make him understand that he did not give birth to a child. That was just a normal surgery, It was not the delivery operation.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p data-p-id=&quot;88c724a4e36200f36181986dc0603dba&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #222222; font-family: &amp;quot;source sans pro&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;helvetica neue&amp;quot;, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px; margin: 0px 0px 24px; padding: 0px;&quot;&gt;Miyan doesn&#39;t say anything and still thinks that they are hiding his child.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p data-p-id=&quot;88c724a4e36200f36181986dc0603dba&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #222222; font-family: &amp;quot;source sans pro&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;helvetica neue&amp;quot;, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px; margin: 0px 0px 24px; padding: 0px;&quot;&gt;It&#39;s been one month, he is not eating properly. He neither goes to school nor talks. Every time someone asks him something:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p data-p-id=&quot;88c724a4e36200f36181986dc0603dba&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #222222; font-family: &amp;quot;source sans pro&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;helvetica neue&amp;quot;, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px; margin: 0px 0px 24px; padding: 0px;&quot;&gt;He only speaks in a low voice that &quot;Where is my child? Where is my child? I need my child back. I want to play with my child and I want to share my food with him&quot;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p data-p-id=&quot;88c724a4e36200f36181986dc0603dba&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #222222; font-family: &amp;quot;source sans pro&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;helvetica neue&amp;quot;, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px; margin: 0px 0px 24px; padding: 0px;&quot;&gt;One day his parent takes him to the roof so that he can refresh his mind to see the playing children. After a while, he sees that Arena is playing with a little girl. Miyan starts shouting with a huge smile on his face Kriya...Kriya...Kriya...and starts running towards her. He was too happy to notice the boundary and unfortunately jumps off of the roof.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p data-p-id=&quot;88c724a4e36200f36181986dc0603dba&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #222222; font-family: &amp;quot;source sans pro&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;helvetica neue&amp;quot;, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px; margin: 0px 0px 24px; padding: 0px;&quot;&gt;Next day in the hospital&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p data-p-id=&quot;88c724a4e36200f36181986dc0603dba&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #222222; font-family: &amp;quot;source sans pro&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;helvetica neue&amp;quot;, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px; margin: 0px 0px 24px; padding: 0px;&quot;&gt;Doctor: We saved him and he is ok, but It is possible that he will do this stupid thing again. Either you should admit him to a mental hospital or do something that can make him happy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p data-p-id=&quot;88c724a4e36200f36181986dc0603dba&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #222222; font-family: &amp;quot;source sans pro&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;helvetica neue&amp;quot;, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px; margin: 0px 0px 24px; padding: 0px;&quot;&gt;Miyan&#39;s Parents leave sadly from there.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p data-p-id=&quot;88c724a4e36200f36181986dc0603dba&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #222222; font-family: &amp;quot;source sans pro&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;helvetica neue&amp;quot;, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px; margin: 0px 0px 24px; padding: 0px;&quot;&gt;After 3 days...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p data-p-id=&quot;88c724a4e36200f36181986dc0603dba&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #222222; font-family: &amp;quot;source sans pro&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;helvetica neue&amp;quot;, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px; margin: 0px 0px 24px; padding: 0px;&quot;&gt;Miyan is at his home and he is in the same condition as before neither talking nor eating.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p data-p-id=&quot;88c724a4e36200f36181986dc0603dba&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #222222; font-family: &amp;quot;source sans pro&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;helvetica neue&amp;quot;, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px; margin: 0px 0px 24px; padding: 0px;&quot;&gt;Suddenly he listens to something: It is Arena, she enters the room shouting Miyan...Miyan...Miyan...your dad has a gift for you, he starts crying and in the very next moment, he heard the voice of a crying baby.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p data-p-id=&quot;88c724a4e36200f36181986dc0603dba&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #222222; font-family: &amp;quot;source sans pro&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;helvetica neue&amp;quot;, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px; margin: 0px 0px 24px; padding: 0px;&quot;&gt;His parent enters holding a cute little baby. She is so small waving his feet and hand in the air crying loudly.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p data-p-id=&quot;88c724a4e36200f36181986dc0603dba&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #222222; font-family: &amp;quot;source sans pro&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;helvetica neue&amp;quot;, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px; margin: 0px 0px 24px; padding: 0px;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;His dad speaks in a deep voice with tears stepping towards him: Sorry Son! We thought that you are not old enough to take care of a child, but we were wrong. Take her she wants to play with you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p data-p-id=&quot;88c724a4e36200f36181986dc0603dba&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #222222; font-family: &amp;quot;source sans pro&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;helvetica neue&amp;quot;, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px; margin: 0px 0px 24px; padding: 0px;&quot;&gt;Miyan stands up and hold her tightly and starts crying.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p data-p-id=&quot;88c724a4e36200f36181986dc0603dba&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #222222; font-family: &amp;quot;source sans pro&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;helvetica neue&amp;quot;, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px; margin: 0px 0px 24px; padding: 0px;&quot;&gt;So everyone is crying here.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p data-p-id=&quot;88c724a4e36200f36181986dc0603dba&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #222222; font-family: &amp;quot;source sans pro&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;helvetica neue&amp;quot;, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px; margin: 0px 0px 24px; padding: 0px;&quot;&gt;For 2 year Miyan considers that it&#39;s his child.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p data-p-id=&quot;88c724a4e36200f36181986dc0603dba&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #222222; font-family: &amp;quot;source sans pro&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;helvetica neue&amp;quot;, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px; margin: 0px 0px 24px; padding: 0px;&quot;&gt;After 2 years he knows everything but this time he is mature enough to handle everything.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p data-p-id=&quot;88c724a4e36200f36181986dc0603dba&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #222222; font-family: &amp;quot;source sans pro&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;helvetica neue&amp;quot;, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px; margin: 0px 0px 24px; padding: 0px;&quot;&gt;After leaving the hospital that day, his parent decided to give him a child. They adopted a newborn girl from an orphanage home.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p data-p-id=&quot;88c724a4e36200f36181986dc0603dba&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #222222; font-family: &amp;quot;source sans pro&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;helvetica neue&amp;quot;, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px; margin: 0px 0px 24px; padding: 0px;&quot;&gt;&quot;A new study by an international children&#39;s charity has found that 4 percent of India&#39;s child population of 20 million are orphans. Most of these children have been abandoned by their parents. In fact, the charity estimates that only 0.3 percent of these orphans are children whose parents have actually died.&quot;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p data-p-id=&quot;88c724a4e36200f36181986dc0603dba&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #222222; font-family: &amp;quot;source sans pro&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;helvetica neue&amp;quot;, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px; margin: 0px 0px 24px; padding: 0px;&quot;&gt;Ref: ( https://www.soschildrensvillages.ca/india-now-home-20-million-orphans-study-finds )&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p data-p-id=&quot;88c724a4e36200f36181986dc0603dba&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #222222; font-family: &amp;quot;source sans pro&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;helvetica neue&amp;quot;, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px; margin: 0px 0px 24px; padding: 0px;&quot;&gt;A proper Sex Education can help to decrease this number and also you can help them by doing some charity with a good heart.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p data-p-id=&quot;88c724a4e36200f36181986dc0603dba&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #222222; font-family: &amp;quot;source sans pro&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;helvetica neue&amp;quot;, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px; margin: 0px 0px 24px; padding: 0px;&quot;&gt;Adopting a child can also decrease this number, But It Requires a huge great heart.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p data-p-id=&quot;88c724a4e36200f36181986dc0603dba&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #222222; font-family: &amp;quot;source sans pro&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;helvetica neue&amp;quot;, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px; margin: 0px 0px 24px; padding: 0px;&quot;&gt;***Great society Requires Great Heart***&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p data-p-id=&quot;88c724a4e36200f36181986dc0603dba&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #222222; font-family: &amp;quot;source sans pro&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;helvetica neue&amp;quot;, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px; margin: 0px 0px 24px; padding: 0px;&quot;&gt;***Thanks For Reading***&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p data-p-id=&quot;88c724a4e36200f36181986dc0603dba&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #222222; font-family: &amp;quot;source sans pro&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;helvetica neue&amp;quot;, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px; margin: 0px 0px 24px; padding: 0px;&quot;&gt;***THE END***&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://shortstory1000.blogspot.com/feeds/3683696272588643063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://shortstory1000.blogspot.com/2020/06/pregnant-boy-chapter-3-story-story.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/5696934165104318553/posts/default/3683696272588643063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/5696934165104318553/posts/default/3683696272588643063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='https://shortstory1000.blogspot.com/2020/06/pregnant-boy-chapter-3-story-story.html' title='Pregnant Boy! 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Part 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;h1 style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO6Y0u0J7XOA2YXMdqt-EpA2MvL9cM_N6sHLFnCH2aGZ7O4AdNeDopV2wSIRQMr6io_5lCvfQSvxKCoPWUGwzQ787ra17yRnFfpD33Wu4liLC4bvyjOsxp4MlZSNv8al3kOpiL57ugIoGW/s500/Pregnant+Boy.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;334&quot; data-original-width=&quot;500&quot; height=&quot;428&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO6Y0u0J7XOA2YXMdqt-EpA2MvL9cM_N6sHLFnCH2aGZ7O4AdNeDopV2wSIRQMr6io_5lCvfQSvxKCoPWUGwzQ787ra17yRnFfpD33Wu4liLC4bvyjOsxp4MlZSNv8al3kOpiL57ugIoGW/w640-h428/Pregnant+Boy.jpg&quot; width=&quot;640&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#0b8043&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 3: Baby is Coming Out!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Arena is 9 and she lives at his neighbour)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Miyan: Hey Arena! Do you love babies?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Arena: Nooooo! Every time babies come to my home, I have to share my food with them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Miyan: But they are cute like doggies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Arena: YEAH!&amp;nbsp; BUT.........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Miyan(interrupt): I am pregnant Arena, I will give birth to a child in the next few months.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Arena(doubtful manner): But you can&#39;t, you are not eighteen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Miyan:&amp;nbsp; But there is a baby in my tummy. Please help me. I can&#39;t tell my parents.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Arena: Ok Ok Ok! I will. let me google how should we take care of this child?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Google search: what is good for a child when they are in the tummy?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Google: According to an expert on healthy food, rest and a stress-free mind are good at the time of pregnancy for a child.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Arena (in a strict manner): OK! you would neither go to the school nor go to the playground, and you will eat only healthy food. Don&#39;t worry about the food I will share my fruits with you and you will avoid the medicines.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4 months later...(the 7th month from the start)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It&#39;s been 4 months he is making excuses for not going to school, because of healthy food he is getting fat and avoiding medicine becomes the reason of infection in his stomach, but Miyan thinks that this stomach pain is happening because of his child growth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Miyan: It&#39;s painful. should we tell to Mom-Dad?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Arena: Yeah we should and It&#39;s him, the child is kicking from inside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Dinner time with family)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: Dad! I want to give birth to a child.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dad(laughing loudly): You can&#39;t, you are a boy, It&#39;s not your thing to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Miyan runs to Arena with anger)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Miyan(in a high voice): Dad is underestimating me. Why can&#39;t I give birth to a child? Am I not strong enough to handle this? We are not gonna take help from that guy. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Arena: But you are in pain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Miyan: It&#39;s ok, Mom told me that and I am a strong boy. I will eat more Bournvita.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Two and a half Months later (Nine and a half month from Start). Miyan is living with unbearable pain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Miyan to myself: It&#39;s more than 9 months, WHY? Why is he not coming out?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Google search: Can I pull out my baby by myself, If he is not coming out by himself after 9 months?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Google:&amp;nbsp; There are some chances that delivery can take more than 9 months. In some cases, Doctors can only save either the person or the child.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Miyan starts crying and thinking about his death and gets confused about whom should he save? Himself or the child. He runs to his Mom and behaves as nothing happens.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Miyan: Mom! How much do you love me, Mom? And how much can you sacrifice for me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mom (emotionally): Miyan, you are my son. No one can love you more than me. When it comes to sacrificing I could even die for you.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Miyan (to himself): I think it&#39;s the right time to sacrifice something for my child, everyone does It&#39;s not a big deal.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I will do something good for this world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Miyan starts writing a letter while crying:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dear Principal,&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Kranita ma&#39;am is not a good teacher. Because of her, I am going to die. The whole syllabus is wrong. She should have taught that the Protection chapter before Masturbation one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your student&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Miyan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Two days later Miyan runs to Arena&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Miyan: Thanks Arena! You help me a lot. I always wanted to marry you, but I think I am gonna die tomorrow. Baby is coming out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Arena (in a sad manner with a high voice): No! No! No! What are you saying?&amp;nbsp; I don&#39;t want to marry you but I want to take care of the child with you. I have shared my food with this child. We will play with him, don&#39;t say anything stupid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Miyan(with tears): Sorry! I also want the same but only one of us can survive and I decided that it should be the child. You just give this letter to the principal tomorrow.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Miyan gives the letter to Arena and runs away).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next day, Principal calls Miyan&#39;s parents and tells them to come to school immediately. Parents leave Miyan at Arena&#39;s home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At Arena&#39;s home, Miyan Starts vomiting because of the infection and he becomes unconscious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Arena&#39;s parent calls the ambulance. Later they take him to the city hospital.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Arena shouts excitedly in front of his parent: Baby is Coming out! Baby is Coming out!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p data-p-id=&quot;9387cac1c03bd669fd0c59ce13be1453&quot; style=&quot;box-sizing: border-box; font-family: &amp;quot;source sans pro&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;helvetica neue&amp;quot;, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px; margin: 0px 0px 24px; padding: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://shortstory1000.blogspot.com/2020/06/pregnant-boy.html&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot;&gt;Pregnant Boy! Part 1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://shortstory1000.blogspot.com/2020/06/pregnant-boy-chapter-2-short-story.html&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot;&gt;Pregnant Boy! Part 2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://shortstory1000.blogspot.com/2020/06/pregnant-boy-chapter-3-short-story.html&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot;&gt;Pregnant Boy! Part 3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://shortstory1000.blogspot.com/2020/06/pregnant-boy-chapter-3-story-story.html&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot;&gt;Pregnant Boy! Part 4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p data-p-id=&quot;3ec027fb3a5952c19b2e16d86a1a563c&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #222222; font-family: &amp;quot;source sans pro&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;helvetica neue&amp;quot;, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px; margin: 0px 0px 24px; padding: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;box-sizing: border-box; font-weight: 700;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p data-p-id=&quot;d41d8cd98f00b204e9800998ecf8427e&quot; style=&quot;box-sizing: border-box; font-family: &amp;quot;source sans pro&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;helvetica neue&amp;quot;, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px; margin: 0px 0px 24px; padding: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #222222;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://shortstory1000.blogspot.com/feeds/6897514392377854368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://shortstory1000.blogspot.com/2020/06/pregnant-boy-chapter-3-short-story.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/5696934165104318553/posts/default/6897514392377854368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/5696934165104318553/posts/default/6897514392377854368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='https://shortstory1000.blogspot.com/2020/06/pregnant-boy-chapter-3-short-story.html' title='Pregnant Boy! Part 3'/><author><name>Devendra Mehra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02832081236462871351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='28' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtqpbkvtwl7SMLk_dtaKEozVJDVeIZs3QWWR7Rlntd9d1MalZraHyT2eOY5p9tVw8k2LV44DXmkn64gYwMlsHreFYuFA49dMsihGuwxm6O1YmI2WEcEkE4_db_pDy4En0/s127/DSC_0412.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO6Y0u0J7XOA2YXMdqt-EpA2MvL9cM_N6sHLFnCH2aGZ7O4AdNeDopV2wSIRQMr6io_5lCvfQSvxKCoPWUGwzQ787ra17yRnFfpD33Wu4liLC4bvyjOsxp4MlZSNv8al3kOpiL57ugIoGW/s72-w640-h428-c/Pregnant+Boy.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5696934165104318553.post-6454139329075921424</id><published>2020-06-02T21:46:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2020-06-07T19:46:16.944+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Pregnant Boy"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Short Story"/><title type='text'>Pregnant Boy! Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;h1 style=&quot;box-sizing: border-box; font-family: &amp;quot;source sans pro&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;helvetica neue&amp;quot;, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; margin: 0px 0px 24px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;table align=&quot;center&quot; cellpadding=&quot;0&quot; cellspacing=&quot;0&quot; class=&quot;tr-caption-container&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&quot;&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEii0x2L-3VXCd_POmwZei5zJUJnhX2MGhieEoov-Vsyf2EX7wN1C-A5da7QG8Ywh8KIdZLDgnB8cESSH4qU_j7pHWoxLPFuGDwaeMU9Vqk8CgyMl8p_YW1Ff2pMKPBvKVuioRs-8efADZKI/s500/Pregnant+Boy.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;334&quot; data-original-width=&quot;500&quot; height=&quot;428&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEii0x2L-3VXCd_POmwZei5zJUJnhX2MGhieEoov-Vsyf2EX7wN1C-A5da7QG8Ywh8KIdZLDgnB8cESSH4qU_j7pHWoxLPFuGDwaeMU9Vqk8CgyMl8p_YW1Ff2pMKPBvKVuioRs-8efADZKI/w640-h428/Pregnant+Boy.jpg&quot; width=&quot;640&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Add caption&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#0b8043&quot; size=&quot;6&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 2: Abortion Planning&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;p data-p-id=&quot;3431668997cccabbb27dba9f63304b99&quot; style=&quot;box-sizing: border-box; font-family: &amp;quot;source sans pro&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;helvetica neue&amp;quot;, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px; margin: 0px 0px 24px; padding: 0px;&quot;&gt;Ok ok ok ... I have to do something I can&#39;t give birth&amp;nbsp;to a child, I am not even 18. What if later on, Mom-Dad ask me to share my food with him ....&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p data-p-id=&quot;871fc4acfa5faeafc4a131374783163c&quot; style=&quot;box-sizing: border-box; font-family: &amp;quot;source sans pro&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;helvetica neue&amp;quot;, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px; margin: 0px 0px 24px; padding: 0px;&quot;&gt;NO NO NOOOOO...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p data-p-id=&quot;5c2fe592b9b6e0ef117157a7cb7708ce&quot; style=&quot;box-sizing: border-box; font-family: &amp;quot;source sans pro&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;helvetica neue&amp;quot;, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px; margin: 0px 0px 24px; padding: 0px;&quot;&gt;It would be as small&amp;nbsp;as a cockroach right now, and surely, I could kill a cockroach.&lt;br style=&quot;box-sizing: border-box;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p data-p-id=&quot;315aa44f6dca8599ea1ed8ccd00fb90f&quot; style=&quot;box-sizing: border-box; font-family: &amp;quot;source sans pro&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;helvetica neue&amp;quot;, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px; margin: 0px 0px 24px; padding: 0px;&quot;&gt;Let&#39;s Google it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p data-p-id=&quot;9fd8bba7acb4d1ee287ac22270615eec&quot; style=&quot;box-sizing: border-box; font-family: &amp;quot;source sans pro&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;helvetica neue&amp;quot;, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px; margin: 0px 0px 24px; padding: 0px;&quot;&gt;Search:- how to abort a child in the early days.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p data-p-id=&quot;8daebcbd14a4173f9cf9cd1a620243a1&quot; style=&quot;box-sizing: border-box; font-family: &amp;quot;source sans pro&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;helvetica neue&amp;quot;, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px; margin: 0px 0px 24px; padding: 0px;&quot;&gt;Google:- Specific exercises and unhealthy foods may lead to an abortion in the early stages.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p data-p-id=&quot;458ad1b0f302232cbdf867818bad5db9&quot; style=&quot;box-sizing: border-box; font-family: &amp;quot;source sans pro&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;helvetica neue&amp;quot;, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px; margin: 0px 0px 24px; padding: 0px;&quot;&gt;Finally... I got it, I&#39;ll play more and will eat a lot of junk food.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p data-p-id=&quot;2966af5983e8cffc074451ce8344a5cb&quot; style=&quot;box-sizing: border-box; font-family: &amp;quot;source sans pro&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;helvetica neue&amp;quot;, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px; margin: 0px 0px 24px; padding: 0px;&quot;&gt;(This is a growing age and Miyan was eating a lot of junk food so he was&amp;nbsp;getting fat )&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p data-p-id=&quot;29805addf0120562e3d2205fca5b2a46&quot; style=&quot;box-sizing: border-box; font-family: &amp;quot;source sans pro&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;helvetica neue&amp;quot;, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px; margin: 0px 0px 24px; padding: 0px;&quot;&gt;3 months later...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p data-p-id=&quot;cc67aed8373b934c07b6ca31444ae07a&quot; style=&quot;box-sizing: border-box; font-family: &amp;quot;source sans pro&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;helvetica neue&amp;quot;, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px; margin: 0px 0px 24px; padding: 0px;&quot;&gt;No! No! No! It&#39;s not working. The baby is growing up, and after some time it will be hard to hide the fact that I am pregnant. I have to do something.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p data-p-id=&quot;7d5caf933d603afd0bf41d26a49b2d88&quot; style=&quot;box-sizing: border-box; font-family: &amp;quot;source sans pro&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;helvetica neue&amp;quot;, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px; margin: 0px 0px 24px; padding: 0px;&quot;&gt;Google search:-&amp;nbsp; Highly used method to kill a child in the tummy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p data-p-id=&quot;181775e6ae146019fc5487630fbaca9e&quot; style=&quot;box-sizing: border-box; font-family: &amp;quot;source sans pro&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;helvetica neue&amp;quot;, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px; margin: 0px 0px 24px; padding: 0px;&quot;&gt;Quora:- Pills are a good option for abortion and you can buy it from our website, :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p data-p-id=&quot;f767e422d271bddfe6caa9ad3d31c87e&quot; style=&quot;box-sizing: border-box; font-family: &amp;quot;source sans pro&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;helvetica neue&amp;quot;, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px; margin: 0px 0px 24px; padding: 0px;&quot;&gt;Shitty people! Someone is losing their&amp;nbsp;child and they are making money. :(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p data-p-id=&quot;13864b75bebb94cdf6ab00e48aed68f7&quot; style=&quot;box-sizing: border-box; font-family: &amp;quot;source sans pro&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;helvetica neue&amp;quot;, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px; margin: 0px 0px 24px; padding: 0px;&quot;&gt;(Somehow Miyan finds his way to some pills and ingests a load of them. Obviously, pills were gonna have&amp;nbsp;the bad effect on health, and Miyan started vomiting )&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p data-p-id=&quot;5d13c71e85e8361f429dfe0376dbe1ae&quot; style=&quot;box-sizing: border-box; font-family: &amp;quot;source sans pro&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;helvetica neue&amp;quot;, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px; margin: 0px 0px 24px; padding: 0px;&quot;&gt;(His parents take him to the City Hospital. They give him some medicine and tell him to take rest.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p data-p-id=&quot;bdf7a675e6e481a0f91651018772007c&quot; style=&quot;box-sizing: border-box; font-family: &amp;quot;source sans pro&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;helvetica neue&amp;quot;, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px; margin: 0px 0px 24px; padding: 0px;&quot;&gt;Why am I not feeling well? I think I took the wrong medicine. Wo&amp;nbsp;wo wo!! What&#39;s the doctor telling the nurse -&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p data-p-id=&quot;1673a0b2b4d8e7a480aa0f21004d73d8&quot; style=&quot;box-sizing: border-box; font-family: &amp;quot;source sans pro&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;helvetica neue&amp;quot;, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px; margin: 0px 0px 24px; padding: 0px;&quot;&gt;Doctor to nurse:- The child is completely fine - just some stomach complications. Give the correct medicine to Miyan and his tummy will be as good as ever.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p data-p-id=&quot;935ab9c9660187a7a43cf06473c01dee&quot; style=&quot;box-sizing: border-box; font-family: &amp;quot;source sans pro&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;helvetica neue&amp;quot;, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px; margin: 0px 0px 24px; padding: 0px;&quot;&gt;Miyan inside:- What?? It&#39;s been more than three months and the child is OK?? He is probably the same&amp;nbsp;as my doggy now. Doggies are cute! I can&#39;t kill a doggy :(.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p data-p-id=&quot;69654c17d3b202a79afd420d6c0b6f00&quot; style=&quot;box-sizing: border-box; font-family: &amp;quot;source sans pro&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;helvetica neue&amp;quot;, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px; margin: 0px 0px 24px; padding: 0px;&quot;&gt;If I take these medicine my child will die. They want to make my tummy good.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p data-p-id=&quot;6c022133e226ab4988db5ccc280d6322&quot; style=&quot;box-sizing: border-box; font-family: &amp;quot;source sans pro&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;helvetica neue&amp;quot;, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px; margin: 0px 0px 24px; padding: 0px;&quot;&gt;I am not gonna let hurt&amp;nbsp;someone to my child. I am gonna give birth&amp;nbsp;to this child. We will share food.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p data-p-id=&quot;62dd415169566ea47b15a7ab63c776a5&quot; style=&quot;box-sizing: border-box; font-family: &amp;quot;source sans pro&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;helvetica neue&amp;quot;, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px; margin: 0px 0px 24px; padding: 0px;&quot;&gt;Google search:- How to take care of a child.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p data-p-id=&quot;b01de34c8789d04dbbe3fc84ec5bb764&quot; style=&quot;box-sizing: border-box; font-family: &amp;quot;source sans pro&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;helvetica neue&amp;quot;, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px; margin: 0px 0px 24px; padding: 0px;&quot;&gt;Google:- 10 reasons why women are the best when it comes to taking care of a child.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p data-p-id=&quot;888c17e3e3c204d9e83b1ab3c7bc4ffb&quot; style=&quot;box-sizing: border-box; font-family: &amp;quot;source sans pro&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;helvetica neue&amp;quot;, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px; margin: 0px 0px 24px; padding: 0px;&quot;&gt;Ok! I need a woman then! So finally, it&#39;s the time I go and get myself a girlfriend - and Arena would be the best mother for my child.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br style=&quot;box-sizing: border-box;&quot; /&gt;Yay!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p data-p-id=&quot;a8340f6311a7723e53d0093840d68c3b&quot; style=&quot;box-sizing: border-box; font-family: &amp;quot;source sans pro&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;helvetica neue&amp;quot;, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px; margin: 0px 0px 24px; padding: 0px;&quot;&gt;(Rushes outside and shouts -)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p data-p-id=&quot;542add7ba018f8e2199d054be65b7215&quot; style=&quot;box-sizing: border-box; font-family: &amp;quot;source sans pro&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;helvetica neue&amp;quot;, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px; margin: 0px 0px 24px; padding: 0px;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style=&quot;box-sizing: border-box; font-weight: 700;&quot;&gt;&lt;i style=&quot;box-sizing: border-box;&quot;&gt;&quot;ARENA ARENA ARENA ......&quot;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p data-p-id=&quot;9387cac1c03bd669fd0c59ce13be1453&quot; style=&quot;box-sizing: border-box; font-family: &amp;quot;source sans pro&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;helvetica neue&amp;quot;, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px; margin: 0px 0px 24px; padding: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://shortstory1000.blogspot.com/2020/06/pregnant-boy.html&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot;&gt;Pregnant Boy! Part 1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://shortstory1000.blogspot.com/2020/06/pregnant-boy-chapter-2-short-story.html&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot;&gt;Pregnant Boy! Part 2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://shortstory1000.blogspot.com/2020/06/pregnant-boy-chapter-3-short-story.html&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot;&gt;Pregnant Boy! Part 3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://shortstory1000.blogspot.com/2020/06/pregnant-boy-chapter-3-story-story.html&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot;&gt;Pregnant Boy! Part 4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p data-p-id=&quot;d41d8cd98f00b204e9800998ecf8427e&quot; style=&quot;box-sizing: border-box; font-family: &amp;quot;source sans pro&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;helvetica neue&amp;quot;, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px; margin: 0px 0px 24px; padding: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #222222;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p data-p-id=&quot;d41d8cd98f00b204e9800998ecf8427e&quot; style=&quot;box-sizing: border-box; font-family: &amp;quot;source sans pro&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;helvetica neue&amp;quot;, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px; margin: 0px 0px 24px; padding: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;box-sizing: border-box;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p data-p-id=&quot;26478db11a74b3c8675f463fee30cba7&quot; style=&quot;box-sizing: border-box; font-family: &amp;quot;source sans pro&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;helvetica neue&amp;quot;, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px; margin: 0px 0px 24px; padding: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #222222;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://shortstory1000.blogspot.com/feeds/6454139329075921424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://shortstory1000.blogspot.com/2020/06/pregnant-boy-chapter-2-short-story.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/5696934165104318553/posts/default/6454139329075921424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/5696934165104318553/posts/default/6454139329075921424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='https://shortstory1000.blogspot.com/2020/06/pregnant-boy-chapter-2-short-story.html' title='Pregnant Boy! Part 2'/><author><name>Devendra Mehra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02832081236462871351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='28' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtqpbkvtwl7SMLk_dtaKEozVJDVeIZs3QWWR7Rlntd9d1MalZraHyT2eOY5p9tVw8k2LV44DXmkn64gYwMlsHreFYuFA49dMsihGuwxm6O1YmI2WEcEkE4_db_pDy4En0/s127/DSC_0412.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEii0x2L-3VXCd_POmwZei5zJUJnhX2MGhieEoov-Vsyf2EX7wN1C-A5da7QG8Ywh8KIdZLDgnB8cESSH4qU_j7pHWoxLPFuGDwaeMU9Vqk8CgyMl8p_YW1Ff2pMKPBvKVuioRs-8efADZKI/s72-w640-h428-c/Pregnant+Boy.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>