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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;The girl hurried through the dense, wet forest encroached on the path menacingly. It was difficult to see beyond the trees lining the narrow path. The Sun was fast setting behind the mountains. Her village was still a few hours ago, and the strange heaving sounds of forest had already awaken the creatures of darkness. It was for the first time that she was going home alone in evening through the dark forest in the monsoon season. Her father was counting his last breath that made her to hurriedly go back to her village from her grandma’s house. She was following all the safety rules dictated to her since childhood to escape from the terrible monsters lurking in the dense foliage, waiting to pounce on her if she made a single mistake during her journey. She had heard many stories about the forest monsters. Villagers accused chandravanshi king vikramasen, for all the attacks happening on innocent people of his kingdom. They considered him as the most treacherous ruler among the chandravanshi rulers. She remembered the words told by her village head few months ago, “dear tejashwini, you are the most astonishingly beautiful girl of our village and this has become a matter of concern for us. Our king vikramasen spends more time absorbed in wine-drenched carnal pursuits, and less time in improving our lives. His long, grey eyes always wander in search of beautiful damsels to appoint them as his attendants. They have to perform various functions including guarding the king’s person, controlling access to his chambers, entertaining him with music, bathing and dressing him, gratifying his sexual needs, and tucking him into bed at night. Even many people believe that these forest monsters work for our king only to full his royal treasury-the rajakosh and enhance his collection of most beautiful damsels from the kingdom. These monsters always involve in brutal crimes like rape, murder and kidnapping of innocent people. They love the darkness and always attack from the back. Very soon you will be eighteen, so you have to be very careful from these monsters. I am gifting you a sword for your self-defense from these monsters.” Suddenly her heart skipped a beat as she heard a strange heaving sound. She immediately drew out her sword suspecting an attack from behind. “Aah it’s hurting…!! Please leave me. Please let me go. Aah….aah leave me…aaaaahh..!!!”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Phone keeps ringing twice. “Um hello” vikramasen receives his phone with a drowsy voice after coming out from his dream. “Good morning. Are you still sleeping!! It’s 10 am now. Wake up dear. I have even come to my office now and oh ghosh!! You are still in your bed.” Ashwini speaks out with a soft voice. Vikramasen and ashwini were married a year ago. Ashwini was very beautiful, graceful, and distinguished looking, with her long oval face, her translucent ivory complexion with just a hint of aqua, her piercingly magnetic, blue eyes and her long, silken, auburn hair. Vikramasen was the only son of the chairman of the famous Asen group. &amp;nbsp;Asen group was one of India's leading business conglomerates. Vikramasen lost his father few months ago in a car accident. “Hmmn! good morning, yesterday was very hectic for me after attending several board meetings and taking some crucial decisions. Papa’s death has really given me sleepless nights to fulfill his dream to make Asen group as a focused corporate, leveraging its knowledge, leadership and operations to add lasting value for its stakeholders and investors. Delhi is burning from the scorching sun of summer. You say how everything is at your place?”&amp;nbsp; Vikramasen murmured politely on his apple iPhone. Ashwini; a software engineer by profession always wanted to pursue her entrepreneurship dream that was easily fulfilled after she fell in love,&amp;nbsp; and married with one of &amp;nbsp;India’s most eligible bachelor of recent times. &amp;nbsp;She was enjoying the post of chairman in one of the leading IT Company of India under Asen group. “Everything is fine here in Bangalore. Today’s schedule is really hectic with several meetings to attend. I will be busy for the whole day today. What are your plans for today?”&amp;nbsp; “Nothing for today, I want some rest from my hectic schedule to look fresh and energetic on one of the most important day of my life; day after tomorrow. I will be reading few historical books today. Please come soon. I am missing you lolz. Love you.”&amp;nbsp; “ I am also looking forward for that day, and am feeling really proud of you for getting the&amp;nbsp;CNN IBN Youth Icon - Young Indian Leader of the Year award. That’s really good; enjoy your favorite time pass. I will return tomorrow after finishing my work here. I am missing you too. Love you too and take care of yourself.”&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;“There is another bad news; tejashwini’s dead body has been found in the forests. You have lost your father and elder sister.” Village head stammered these words to ashwini; a 12 year old pretty, charming young girl, born, as if through an error of destiny, into a family of Brahmins. “An ideal king should be eloquent, bold, endowed with sharp intellect, strong memory and keen mind. He should be amenable to guidance. He should eschew passion, anger, greed, obstinacy, fickleness, and backbiting. Vikramasen does not owe any qualities of an ideal king. Mother earth is weeping at the betrayal right now-Brahmins were supposed to be her guardians, the protectors of righteousness, devoutness, godliness, honesty, fairness, truth, virtue, dignity and integrity. Instead we have become common whores, available to the highest bidder for the night!” roared saktya to the village head. He was a hideous-looking man. His clean-shaven head was tough, black and leathery and he boasted a sandalwood-paste trident on his forehead. He was the most renowned teacher in all of chandravanshi kingdom. He was once insulted in the feast of wisdom; the annual banquet hosted by the king for learned Brahmin gurus from all over his kingdom. After that incident he took a sacred oath to expunge vikramasen from history by expelling him from his kingdom and give chandravanshis an able and benevolent ruler. Since then he was continuously visiting villages across the kingdom. He was in tejashwini’s village when the news of her rape and brutal murder spread out in the entire region. Saktya continued “the nightmare shall end soon. I promise. But you need to stir yourself from this troubled slumber. One must awake, see the rays of the sun, and realize that it was all just a terrible dream. Help me village head ji.” “What do I possess that can help you saktya?” asked village head. “Give me ashwini.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;The living room of vikramasen was cool and dark. The curtains had been partly drawn to block out the harsh afternoon sun, and the air-conditioning had been set to the lowest possible temperature. “Good morning. Wake up dear. It’s already 11 am now. I came back 2 hours ago and you are still sleeping.” ashwini whispered in the ears of her husband. “Good morning. You just broke up my sweet dream that I saw today.” vikramasen said his wife with excitement on his face. Ashwini smiled and lowered her long oval face to kiss the forehead of her loving husband. Her long, lustrous, wavy hair was touching her husband’s long grey eyes. “Common wake up now, mother is waiting for you downstairs. I want to take some rest now.”&lt;i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Soon, ashwini lay down on her bed and went back to her memories, years ago. “My soul that has remained enveloped by the darkness of poverty, disease and feudalism, there is a single light that shines bright! I see the light! Do you?” &amp;nbsp;Her uncle saktya, a fat man with long beard and moustache had yelled at the 12 year old, pretty faced young ashwini. This girl had lost her lawyer parents in a tragic car accident that led to wonderful and tragic consequences. The destiny had made young ashwini to face poverty, isolation and other social stresses at the age of 10. Her uncle has termed her parent’s tragic death as a brutal murder, but the authorities failed to prove it and the case was dismissed forever. “The light is intense, it’s incandescent, and it’s the brightest light I have ever seen. This light can illuminate, this light is pure, this light is unadulterated energy, and this light is the light that shall envelope me and my soul where your parents still exist crying for justice. That light is you” saktya had murmured these words to ashwini with tears rolling off from his eyes in pain, despair and betrayal. She had planned revenge at the age when other girls of her age still did not knew the real meaning of this word. God also helped strong ashwini and at the age of 18, she was one of the most beautiful damsels of India. Her wise uncle was busy in executing the plans of revenge, and destiny played its role when vikramasen fall for her, just by looking at her for the first time.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;That day, ashwini and vikramasen were lying on a soft cotton sheet that had been spread under the wide branches of a giant tree in a corner of a sylvan grove with ashoka, bhavya, champaka and nagara trees in blossom. The ground lay heaped with fragrant flowers that had fallen off the branches. “I simply adore you”, murmured vikramasen into her ear as he absentmindedly ran his fingers through her wavy hair. She smiled at him. “Liar! You adore being with me so that you can play your naughty games,” she admonished. “I wish to marry you, vikramasen. There’s no man I’ve loved more. Why must we go through this unbearable secrecy each time to be with one another?” “Sweetheart, let’s get married right here, right now!” said vikramasen suddenly serious, taking her completely by surprise. “How? No fire? No priest? No guests?” asked an intrigued ashwini. In our ancient Hindu scriptures there are eight types of marriage. One of them-legally recognized by the scribes-is known as a Gandharva Vivah. It’s a simple secret ceremony between a man and a woman with no third party present. We simply garland each other, exchange vows, kiss, and there you have it. It’s done!” within a few minutes they were both holding crude, but love-inspired garlands, eagerly waiting to put them around each other’s necks. Both stood up and faced one another. Vikramasen tenderly placed his garland around ashwini’s neck and, holding her face, said, “My dearest, sweetest love. I promise to worship you for the rest of my life. I shall protect you with my life and shall always honor and cherish you. From this day onwards you’re my wife, before the eyes of god.” With tears in her eyes at the intensity of the moment, Ashwini placed her garland around vikramasen and whispered, “My husband, my life, my love. Nothing has ever given me more joy than to wed you. I promise to be ever faithful to you and to always respect and obey you. You are, and always shall be my one and only true love.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Suddenly, Ashwini awoke from her memories at the sound of the footsteps, approaching towards her room.&amp;nbsp; Her eyes were drowning in the tears of memory. “Hey dear! What happened? Are you crying?” asked an intrigued vikramasen. “No! It’s nothing. These are the tears of happiness that roll off from my eyes for you, getting the CNN-IBN award tomorrow. I am really proud of you and I love you.” replied ashwini with her soft voice. “I love you too dear. Common, let's go and do some shopping for tomorrow’s award ceremony.” Both of them went downstairs. “I am sorry vikramasen, I never wanted to hurt you but tomorrow is the day for which I, and uncle have waited for 10 years. My parent’s soul will never get peace if I leave this golden opportunity to take revenge from your family for killing my parents, and making me an orphan at a very young age. I am going to break my marriage’s promise to be ever faithful to you.” ashwini whispered to her soul, while both of them hurried to their bmw car.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;King Vikramasen lay back on the silken bedspread in the chamber of the pleasure palace. Sounds of a veena wafted in from the antechamber as one of the courtesans played with chords from Raga Hindol-the raga of love. Along the north-eastern wall of the room stood a golden basin that had been filled with pure rose water and opposite stood a large golden lamp that had been lit with sandalwood oil. Vikramasen was in a state of tender bliss. Allowing himself to submit to ashwini’s ministrations, he sighed contentedly. He tried to recall which great guru had suggested that the path of nirvana was complete and utter submission to the divine. Was this delectable creature anything less? He reached out his arms to pull out her face downwards towards his own while his lips sought to quench their thirst from her moist clove-and cardamom scented breath. He was on fire. His throat was on fire! Vikramasen let go of her hair in panic while clutching at his own throat as he felt the compound of arsenic and mercury scald his lips, tongue and throat. He tried to scream but no sound emerged from his larynx-it had already been destroyed by the sankhiya poison on her lips. The ambrosial ashwini continued to cradle his head in the warmth of her shapely bosom as she felt the living breath silently escape from him. The tall, broad shouldered king was a dead man now. The peacocks in the royal garden outside continued to dance, quite oblivious to the agony of the king inside.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;“What…” whispered a groggy vikramasen as he was woken up gently by ashwini. “Wake up, vikramasen,” whispered ashwini tenderly, her hair falling over his face, teasing his cheeks. “Careful now” murmured ashwini softly, as he looked at her longingly. Within moments, ashwini grazed her lips over his, causing little sparks of static that travelled down his spine as he craved for the impassioned ritual to move towards its gratifying conclusion. “No just leave me. Get off me now” stammered vikramasen with a frightened expression on his face. “What happened” cried an intrigued ashwini. “You are a vishkanya. You are a murderer. With this lingerie kiss you have exchanged your saliva and it’s lethal enough to kill me now. I am going to die very soon. Why you did this to me ashwini?” cried vikramasen loudly at ashwini with irrepressible anger. She had grown red with surprise and anger, and she growled between her closed teeth, “What happened to you dammit? It was just a simple kiss. What do you mean by this vishkanya sort of thing? Wake up from your stupid dreams.” Vikramasen suddenly grew pale again and stammered: &amp;nbsp;“No! No! No! It’s not a dream. I am going to die and I will not let you live without me anymore. You will have to die with me now. I love you ashwini and I will not let you to leave me alone. We will live together after our death too.” He was a tall, broad-shouldered man. He seized her wrist with savage brutality, and squeezed it so violently that she was quiet, though she nearly cried out with the pain. He was trying to crush her fingers in the strong grip of his large, muscular hand, and she, livid with pain, tried in vain to free them from that vise which was crushing them; the agony made her pant, and the tears came into her eyes. She turned towards him, looked him full in the face, raised her voice and said “why are you doing this to me?”&amp;nbsp; He was stupefied and agitated, and his violent nature gaining the upper hand, he exclaimed: “because I love you ashwini. You have already killed me. I don’t want to lose you at any case. So you have to die before my veins stop working under the ruinous effects of the poison, you have already fed me.”&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;  &lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14.0pt;"&gt;Memory is a way of holding onto the things you love, the things you are, the things you never want to lose. The morning, I saw today at my college has also become a memory to be remembered as the last morning of my college days. How strange are those old recollections that haunt us, without our being able to get rid of them! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14.0pt;"&gt;Today, I feel lucky to have a plenty of good friends. In my engineering life, I solved friendship equations along with several mathematical equations to get a good job, and plenty of good friends. Mukul, a tall, pretty guy, and roommate of my hostel room took few months to be my best friend, and I miss him the most after completion of my B.Tech life. We both shared a great chemistry and did several things together at college, to be remembered by us and our friends forever. The initial months of my college days will always be special to me for endearing me with my college. I was introduced to a realm of code, where I learnt&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;respect for my seniors, importance of friendship, and live life by your own with hurdles, often called ‘ragging’ surrounding you everywhere. Even today, I cannot understand how these initial days have clung so vividly and tenaciously to my college memories.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14.0pt;"&gt;During our ragging period that was for 2 initial months of our 1st semester at our engg college, we had to follow certain rules and wear the dress code designed for us. Even, we were not allowed to look properly at girls of our batch of 450 students from different streams. Seniors used to come in our classes, and few pretty girls of our class had to answer the same boring question to many seniors every day. These girls used to show their stagnant horrible faces to us, as if they were in tatters after facing ‘ragging’ from our seniors. Though, these girls felt elated at their girl’s hostel for gaining popularity among batch mates and seniors; many guys of our batch, who had got feelings for these charming young ladies, prayed for the early exit of ragging period, and try their luck to get a girlfriend at college. Mukul was also attracted from pretty, charming Reah Sen. Reah was the most beautiful girl of our batch, born, as if through an error of destiny, into a poor farmer family of&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Bengal. After few days we got our freshers, and the door of enjoyment also opened its door for us to enjoy our college life along with seniors. Most of the 1&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt; year guys changed their routine life to lead a casual life after the end of ragging period. They were all ready to dip inside the sea of love, and grab the most charming pearl to make it their soul mate for the rest of their college life. Mukul was a studious and serious student, who used to study and complete all the class assignments by his own, while I, along with my other roommates and other class mates used to talk and do fun in our hostel room. He was getting popular as a serious student in the class among all the students and girls do liked his looks, full of innocence. My hostel room was very popular among seniors of hostel, and here popularity was gained by my other roommate Prithesh, a rock star, and a guitarist. He had won the heart of all super seniors, and they used to come in our room to listen his guitar. Prithesh was a great guy with athletic body that has made several girls to run for him at his native place. He was in relationship with his 5&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; girlfriend and had no plans to look even at the college girls. Mukul had no choice except to hear the songs and talk with me, while Prithesh was busy in alluring the seniors. Prithesh’s guitar had not only heeled the wounds of broken heart seniors, but also helped me in sprouting the weeds of friendship with Sam and Mukul. Sam was from other nearby room, used to live in my room only due to a better bonding with me and my roommates. Mukul appointed me as his love guru, for helping him in getting Reah, as his girlfriend. Well, sorry to say so late, but yeah I was in relationship since my school days, and so was handed this responsibility to carry out. We started working on the project of Mukul’s love. Reah was now being observed by us, and I suggested Mukul to do friendship with Tanya. Tanya, a beautiful, graceful, and distinguished looking with large gray eyes was the best friend of Reah. We had a bad experience with Tanya. We including Mukul had an exchange of bad words with her for one of our friend Veer, who loved Tanya and she had ignored him. The word ‘sorry’ came in Mukul’s rescue, and we relished in excitement after he succeeded in making Tanya his 1&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt; friend among girls of our college.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14.0pt;"&gt;After few days, I was surprised on seeing a large no. of sms from Tanya on Mukul’s cell. He was going fast in forging a good friendship with Tanya. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;They had started talking with each other on phone, and the hours of conversation got enhanced day after day. I had concealed their friendly relationship from our friends and seniors. Tanya was simple, never talked with guys in class; but she was unhappy. Mukul was also her lab partner, and he had started helping her to come out from all her sorrows that haunted her. Soon, durga-pooja vacation came and we all went to our home to enjoy the season of festivals. I met shreya, my girlfriend at my hometown. She was studying medical, and had come home for pooja vacations. College was awaiting us with our first internal exams. Mukul was well prepared for the exams, and helped me to do a good preparation for the internals. The internals went good. Mukul and Tanya started their post vacation friendship bond with a fresh odor. I was feeling the essence of that odor containing microbes of love, but waited few more days to ask the truth from Mukul. “&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;I don’t know Ryan, what it is exactly!! But yeah I am enjoying every moment with her. We are very close friends, and I don’t want to think about anything else.” &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;said Mukul.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I went up to him and said: “&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;what about Reah??” “For now, I am not concerned of Reah. I think it was an infatuation. So it’s better to end it.”&lt;/i&gt; Without being surprised from the reply of Mukul, I was rather happy for him and wished that their friendship soon get converted to a great love story. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14.0pt;"&gt;It is said that in a college, the news of friendship between a boy and a girl spread out like fire in a forest. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;The case of Mukul and Tanya was not different; all had started to predict a dalliance between them, attracting a lot of trouble for me and my friend Mukul. We all suddenly woke up at 2 am with the sound of large knocks made on our door. Nazim khan, 3rd year senior, entered our room. He was a broad- shouldered man, with a small red beard, a handsome man, a man whose name we had heard several times in the stories of college fights, a man whom some of my seniors respected, some of them feared, and some of my seniors hated. It was our first interaction with Nazim bhaiya, and we were shivering with fear. He cried loudly: “&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;who is Mukul here&lt;/i&gt;??” Mukul replied gracefully: “I&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt; am Mukul.” &lt;/i&gt;Nazim bhaiya looked at Mukul with an irritated eye, and declared impatiently: “what&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt; do you suppose of doing with Tanya??Don’t you know that Ajit, my friend loves her? How did you dared of loving her? My friends were going to beat you in the day itself. But I thought of talking with you. So, I am here.” &lt;/i&gt;Mukul was full of fear after hearing those words and murmured in a shivering tone: “&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;there is nothing like that between us bhaiya. We are just very good friends. Yesterday, I came to know about Ajit bhaiya that he loves her. She was very depressed today. So, we were wandering together and sat for few hours in the college canteen.”&lt;/i&gt; “&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;Ok, so you both are good friends!! Will you be able to prove me that she will stand for you, whenever you will be in need? If it is so, then just tell Tanya to confess me about your friendship with her. Take my no. and come with her in the library at recess time. Call me if I am not there.” &lt;/i&gt;“&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;Yeah bhaiya, I can do that. I will come with Tanya tomorrow, and she will confess you about our friendship.” “Ok fine. If she does that tomorrow, then I promise you today that none of my friends will hurt you or Tanya. Even, Ajit will not disturb her. It’s the word of Nazim khan, and you know that my words have got weight in this college.”&lt;/i&gt; Nazim bhaiya left the room after finishing his conversation with Mukul.&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;I was stagnant for few minutes along with Prithesh. We both were confused, after hearing the conversation between Mukul and Nazim bhaiya. We both looked stupefied, and then Prithesh stammered out: “&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;hey what’s the matter dude? What you have done? Why you are getting yourself involved in this trouble? Do you love Tanya?” &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Then, unable to bear it any longer, Mukul replied in an exasperated voice: “&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;Oh! Do leave me in peace; I am explaining the whole matter to both of you. As I told Nazim bhaiya, I really came to know about the case of Ajit bhaiya only yesterday. Tanya called me yesterday night and she started weeping loudly. She told me about Ajit bhaiya, who was behind her since the 1&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt; day of our college life. She never liked him, and always ignored him. But he used to disturb her by getting her ragged from the senior girls, friends of Ajit bhaiya. Yesterday night, she was called by her seniors; they abused her, and warned for not talking with me. They even scared her of complain that they would lodge against her to the girls hostel warden, if she continues talking terms with me. She told me to forget her as she never wanted me to be in trouble from Ajit bhaiya and his group. I was broken in tatters after hearing her painful words, containing the essence of tears rolling off from her large, beautiful eyes. I realized for the first time that I had started adoring Tanya, and tears from her eyes do hurt me. She was depressed today too, so for the first time, I went to canteen with her and tried to give her a good time by spending few hours with her in the college campus. I saw Ajit bhaiya looking at us with his irritated eyes full of anger. The hatred against Ajit bhaiya which was fermenting in my veins suddenly roused me, but I controlled it just to keep Tanya away from more troubles. I have started caring her. I think I am in love bro!!....” &lt;/i&gt;I felt elated after hearing these words from Mukul. He had started loving Tanya from his pure heart, easily visible from the tears rolling off his eyes, spreading the essence of his unconditional love for her. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14.0pt;"&gt;Next day, Sun shone warm and bright into the large courtyard near college library. Tanya, feeling awkward about the confession promise, finally confessed to Nazim bhaiya, and he promised Mukul to go by his words. His words were like flowers of joy for Tanya and Mukul, and they started wandering together in the college premises like a new couple, without any fear.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14.0pt;"&gt;My room was appearing to other friends as a room of love birds, with all of the roommates busy with their love on phone during midnight. But soon Prithesh had a break up with his 5&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; girlfriend, and again, we were unable to find the reason of his break up. The dilemma of his love life was that every time a girl proposed him, and after remaining in relationship with him for few months, they ran with other guys. He had decided this time not to be in any further relationships. On the other side, Mukul was always surrounded with problems related to others, who wanted to shatter his love story. This time it was veer, who wanted to create misunderstandings between Mukul and Tanya. We had to intervene, and a clash was successfully avoided between Mukul and veer. Even, I was going on a rough patch with shreya during those days. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Thanks to Diwali, which came at the right time, and we all went home to celebrate the festival of lights with the family. In this holiday, Mukul got a lucky chance to take Tanya to her home. He called me on Diwali and told me about his fabulous journey with Tanya, and told how much frightened he felt while meeting the parents of Tanya, who were very friendly to him. It was one of the best Diwali of his life, and I really felt happy for him. The festival of lights also helped me to clear the rough patch with my love shreya.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14.0pt;"&gt;After Diwali, I insisted Mukul to propose Tanya, which I felt was the appropriate time to do. I already knew it, how hard it is when you are going to propose your best female friend. I had faced it in past, but after initial rejection by shreya; she accepted my offer, after noticing me for a long period. In case of Tanya, I was damn sure that she will accept Mukul’s proposal at once, but still knowing a girl completely is a task, failed by lots of sages of ancient times. We were keeping our fingers crossed and on a proper situation, when Tanya was feeling jealous while Mukul was busy talking with her roommate, he proposed Tanya and it took him almost three hours for murmuring&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;I love you Tanya&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;” &lt;/i&gt;in a shivering tone. “&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;I did it Ryan. I did it guys. I proposed Tanya today.”&lt;/i&gt; Mukul uttered a cry of joy. I responded, full of anxiety: “&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;you are my brave brother. Proud of you! She told you na a big yes...?” “No man, she was stagnant and kept quiet for a few minutes, after I proposed her. She did not believe my words and was repeatedly saying that she had not thought anything about it. At last, she asked for some time and wants me to be continuing the friendship.” “Hey! It’s great. You are luckier than me. My friendship got affected, when shreya had initially said a big no to my proposal. She will very soon say you a big yes, when she gets convinced of accepting you as her soul mate. Don’t worry bro…it’s time for a big party...!” “Thanks Ryan, it all happened due to your support and confidence you showed on me.! It’s really a time for celebration.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14.0pt;"&gt;We celebrated the success of Mukul with a grand party, he threw to us. Mukul and Tanya became closer to each other after Mukul’s proposal, signaling a virtual yes to his offer by Tanya. Hurdles kept coming to their love story, and this time it was a guy named krish, who had claimed to be Tanya’s boyfriend since her schooldays. He had questioned the character of Tanya and even suggested Mukul, to be careful from her. Mukul completely believed Tanya, and he just took krish, a mad one sided lover, as told by Tanya to him. Semester exams came nearer and we all became busy with lab exams and in exam preparations. Due to Mukul, I and sham had also come close with reeti and keerti, roommates of Tanya. We all were class mates and used to go to canteen and library together. Sham had soft feelings for keerti, but he never thought of telling her. Reeti had also some soft feelings for Mukul, before she got committed with a guy from the nearby college. She liked Mukul and Tanya as a pair, and was helping Mukul to get a big yes from Tanya as soon as possible.&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14.0pt;"&gt;Finally our 1&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt; semester exams started in cold December. First three papers went really good for us. After completion of 3&lt;sup&gt;rd&lt;/sup&gt; paper, we had got a one day gap for the next exam. That evening, the college main building raised its colossal arch against the red sky, and the sun seemed to be sinking on to it, showering fiery dust on it from the sky. I had not seen Mukul after the exam but was not worried, as it was his regular habit to go out with Tanya and wander in the college premises. He returned after a few hours with a swollen face, red eyes, and shivering voice. He appeared to be broken in tatters. I thought that there must have been some misunderstandings between him and Tanya, and it will be sorted out very soon, like it happens in my case with shreya. He slept for few hours with eyes continuously rolling off tears, spreading the essence of hatred, betrayal all over the room. After few hours, unable to bear it any longer, Mukul woke up and said to me in an exasperated voice: “&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;bhai, I got cheated. Tanya broke my heart. She had told me lie about everything. Today, krish called me after our exam and told me that he had a recording, containing his conversations with Tanya during their school days. He told me to listen the recording, and know about the real Tanya. Initially, I did not believe him, but again I thought of listening the recording for once, and clear out all my misunderstandings about Tanya. Well, really speaking I am cursing my soul for listening the recording, containing her sexual chats with krish, a mad one sided lover for me. The unconditional love that was fermenting in my veins has got converted to hatred for her. My brain has stopped working, and my heart is still not accepting the fact about which my ears sent the signal to my brain few hours ago. How can Tanya cheat me bro! How can she do this to me!! How can she tell me the bundle of lies?” &lt;/i&gt;I was really shocked after hearing these words from my best friend. He had been cheated from a girl, who appeared to me the most simple and pure hearted girl, I have ever encountered in my life, other than shreya. The situation at that moment was appearing to be a very critical one. I called Reeti, who was the closest friend of Mukul, after Tanya. I told her the whole incidents about recordings and krish. She was not shocked as much I had expected her to be. Then, she said me in a whisper: &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;“well, first of all I want to ask sorry from you and Mukul. I knew about krish. He was her boyfriend since school days, and they broke up during our ragging period. Related to recording, I don’t know anything. That is really very shameful act by Tanya. She had told me not to tell the truth about krish to you people. After seeing the unconditional love in the eyes of Mukul for Tanya, I always asked her to tell the truth about krish. She hesitated to do so as she had already told him a lie about krish, and she never wanted to break the trust of Mukul. But, as it always happens; the house made of brick of mud falls very soon, similarly relationship built on several lies get shattered very soon. This recording thing is really unacceptable for me too. She never told us about this stuff. I can understand the feeling of Mukul, and the condition in which he might be going on now. Please lend your support to him and tell him that I am always with you people. He needs us the most now.” &lt;/i&gt;I was feeling cheated too by these girls, who were the best female friends of our friend group. How can they be so selfish and irresponsible in case of relationship, when a guy has given his everything to his unconditional love!! &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14.0pt;"&gt;Well, the night passed by and next day, I kept busy Mukul with me for studying maths, our next scheduled exam paper. Fortunately, our maths paper went good. After the exam, Tanya called Mukul as she wanted an urgent talk with him on the matter of recording and krish. We told him not to change his decision that was to do break up with Tanya. We knew that he may be emotionally tortured by Tanya, due to his innocence and pure heart that was graced to him by the almighty. Mukul came back after few hours, and uttering a deep sigh, as if after a first victory, went on in a calm voice: “I&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt; broke up with Tanya. She pleaded me with various explanations for not to do so. But, I did it finally. For some moments, after seeing tears rolling off from her eyes, I wanted to give her a chance, but could not do so due to her words, I had heard in that recording. So it’s ok for me now. I am finally relieved and will try to forget her as soon as possible.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14.0pt;"&gt;At night, I went to the college ground along with Mukul. He wanted to have a personal talk with me. He smiled with a proud and simple joy and said: “today&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;, before going to Tanya, I went to reeti. She told me everything; she had kept hidden from me. Tanya never loved me. She was using me just to enjoy the status of having me as her boyfriend. I was her puppy, as I supported her and backed her in all her decisions. I protected her from abuses and ragging from our seniors. Today, I am telling you a bitter truth; she never called from her cell phone. She used to give me a miss call, when she needed to talk with me, and I immediately called her without slightly thinking of the money, I spent on my phone recharge. In the early days of college life, she had announced of getting a boyfriend, who was to be a handsome, good hearted, innocent guy, ready to do anything for her. Reeti even told me that Tanya will do anything to not let me go from her life. While talking with Tanya today, I wanted her to see her going for anything to not let me go from her life. And at last, when I was adamant with my decision, she pushed me near her face and told me to kiss her lips, a proof that she can do anything for not letting me go from her life. I went close to her, saw in her eyes, did not found a single trace of truth, touched her chins, vibrations leading me to love her unconditionally was also missing in that touch. I was getting uncontrolled in that situation and was about to kiss her when suddenly, I remembered the last words by reeti. Tanya had recorded my proposal words “&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;I love you Tanya&lt;/b&gt;” in her mobile phone, and almost all the girls of our batch had heard the proposal words. She used to laugh after hearing my unconditional feelings for her. The hatred started fermenting in my veins, and I pushed her away. I went out hurriedly from the empty classroom, left her all alone to think for a new strategy for getting a new guy of her type.” &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Tears were constantly rolling off from the eyes of both of us. I knew that Mukul had to face consequences for leaving Tanya. But, he had gained a different kind of inner strength and was ready to face it all.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;What can be more shocking and lamentable irony that a 22-year-old college girl has been murdered when the entire world is celebrating the International Women’s Day? The girl was shot dead outside her college campus&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; ‘&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;Oh gosh, it happened again in Delhi&lt;/i&gt;’, Trisha, told me after reading the newspaper, while I was busy in driving my Honda city on the national highway that led to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Pilibhit. It is one of the forest rich areas of Uttar Pradesh, having a very high tourism potential. I had always enjoyed long drives to hill stations and forests, especially when Trisha was with me on the front seat and let her exhaled air go inside my lungs that commanded my brain and heart to adore her unconditionally&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt; Today, we were going to celebrate our 1&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt; anniversary of relationship in Pilibhit that has been in news at national level because of a few sub-adult man killing tigers. I still remember the day, when I first saw Trisha in Patni Computers, Noida and we were attacked by the virus of &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;love at first sight&lt;/i&gt;, usually happening in movies. Within weeks, we were dating each other and the beautiful Delhi girl Trisha had everything in her that a guy dreams. I took few more weeks to propose her and we were sailing in the sea of love, where every drop of water contained the essence of romance to make our journey perfectly romantic. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;‘&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;What happened baby!! Why you have become so sad after reading this newspaper, containing every day the same news of politics, corruption and crimes on women?’ &lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;I asked Trisha, after seeing her quiet and sad for the last 1 hour of our journey of 314 km. The remaining 5 hours of journey started appearing to me as a tough task to perform without my love’s sweet mood. ‘&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;Mihir, I get really scared when I hear about all these incidents happening to the girls of my age in our Delhi.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Recently, Delhi police released a report which revealed a shocking fact that a woman is raped every 18 hours or molested every 14 hours in the Capital. If that's not shocking enough, most of the attackers fall under the below 25 age bracket&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I just want to enjoy my life and with you around, I have achieved almost all the happiness of my life and want to continue enjoying it. I am scared for you baby. I don’t want you to suffer, if something bad happens to me due to the bad mentality of people of our cruel society.’ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;After&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;hearing these words from my love, I became stagnant for few minutes. I had found my true love after a long period of time and losing her without my single fault was the worst dream, I would ever imagine happening. But today,&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Trisha presented me her new image that was more matured and real while talking with me. Finally, I had to change the serious topic to a romantic one and after few hours we were enjoying our long drive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;According to a report issued by the Government of India, Pilibhit is one of the &lt;i&gt;Minority Concentrated Areas in India&lt;/i&gt; on the basis of the 2001 census data on population, socio-economic indicators and basic amenities indicators. This fact was appearing to be real to us, as we were close to reach our destination. We saw very few people in the area and most of them appeared to be below the poverty line. Our adventurous journey had already begun, as we were crossing through a narrow road in the dense forest leading to the hotel; I had booked for our stay in the Pilibhit. It was a great experience to drive through the dense forest area. The essence of natural beauty of the forest was acting as a catalyst for us to love each other under the shades of those dark trees. The pleasing sounds from all types of animals and birds appeared to me as a welcome song, they were singing for us. I stopped the car in the forest and we started walking to enter the house of mother Earth and celebrate our anniversary. It was not the first time, that I was going to kiss Trisha, but our excitement level was at its peak, when we both started kissing each other and left our realm of romance to spread into the entire forest area.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt; At that moment, I was feeling proud to have an engineer girlfriend, whose brain has made alignment with my brain and both of us were busy in inventing the best romantic kisses of the planet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;‘&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;Oh gosh!!&amp;nbsp; What the hell, I am doing in this old house?? Where is Trisha?? How I came here?? What happened to us, and where is my car?? Will someone tell me, what is going on here??’ &lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;I cried loudly, after finding my hands and legs tied by a rope to a pillar and seeing blood coming out from my head. I tried to remember that exactly what happened to us in the forest, when we were making love with each other. I hardly managed to remember the rod, with which I was attacked brutally on my head. We had been kidnapped and I was still confused to find the exact reason of kidnapping. ‘&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;My father worked in a bank and my package of 6 lac would fetch nothing to the kidnappers, even if they kill me. Trisha’s dad was a doctor and it was the only reason, that we were kidnapped. Why on this earth, I loved a doctor’s daughter? And today, the worst dream of being kidnapped is happening with me. All thanks to that old fat man, who may become my father in law in future, if I was left alive here?’ &lt;/i&gt;all these thoughts were hammering my brain constantly, which was already hammered by a rod, few hours ago. Suddenly, I noticed my sweet baby Trisha, who was also tied behind me at a few meter’s distance. She was still unconscious and blood was coming out from her lovely lips. The blood from my sweetheart’s face made me to cry as loud as I could. I tried my best to break the rope and save my baby. I had decided to give even my life, which meant a lot to my parents to save my love. As I became fearless, my body appeared to be full of new energy and ideas in order to help us in escaping from this hell. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;‘&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;Don’t ever think of doing this bastard! &lt;/i&gt;A woman cried loudly and hurried to me. Within seconds, we were surrounded by a dozen of women carrying guns in their hands. ‘&lt;i&gt;Oh&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt; my god, I am kidnapped by a group of ladies. Now are they going to kill me? But why they have kidnapped us! &lt;/i&gt;My mind was full of queries, as I looked towards them. Some women were damn good by looks and I had never imagined beautiful girls to be kidnappers. Pilibhit did not encounter me sub-adult killing tigers but yes, I had encountered the real lady maids of yamraaj, ready to send me to the almighty’s home. ‘&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;Hey, what’s going on here ladies? Why you have kidnapped us and tied us with a rope? What exactly you people want from us?’ &lt;/i&gt;Trisha cried after getting a lit bit conscious and realizing the hell like situation surrounding us. I felt relieved after seeing Trisha in normal state. An old woman who appeared to be the leader of those ladies went close to Trisha and asked ‘&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;is this guy your boyfriend?’&lt;/i&gt; the lady slapped on my baby’s face as she responded and declared me to be her boyfriend.&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;Tears started rolling off from my love’s beautiful eyes. It was becoming intolerable for me to see my sweetheart getting hurt and weeping in pain. I never loved to see women crying and today, I was tied to see the drops of tear rolling off from my baby’s eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;‘It&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt; hurts na when you get slaps on your face! But, the wound will fade away after some time and you will forget everything as a bad nightmare. Can you imagine the pain when someone slaps your soul and your soul slaps you every day to remind you the pain, it is suffering!! ?’ &lt;/i&gt;The old lady said to Trisha, with an essence of emotions coming out from her voice. The lady started talking with Trisha and she was comfortably replying her all queries. I was hearing their conversations, as I was not allowed to do any other thing at that time. Finally, I came to know about the mysterious ladies. All of them have suffered the crimes in past, we used to read in the newspaper. Some of the ladies were half burnt, as they had escaped luckily when they were burnt alive for dowry demands not being met by their in-laws. Some of them from metro cities were raped and were sold to the prostitution market. The old lady named Reema was the wiser among the ladies. She was a Delhi university final year student, when she was raped by a group of drunken bastards. She was a brave lady and decided to take revenge. She already knew a lot about&amp;nbsp; the police and law of our country, which was just made for the rich section of society to harass the weaker section. She started collecting information about the women, who have suffered the intolerable crimes and contacted them. She gave the women, a chance to live in dignity and peace. They formed a group and started living in the jungles of Pilibhit. The group was active in the jungle for past 5 years now and every year their members kept increasing, with the enhancement of no. of crimes on women in Delhi and NCR. The main motive of these ladies was to make people realize about the pain, their soul have been suffering since years. So, the group started kidnapping the tourists and compelled them to suffer the pain, which has become the only ornaments of these ladies since years. It helped to change the mindset of people, who suffered the pain. Most of the people have started to help them financially. They have also taken several steps in changing the society to be a better&amp;nbsp; place for women. All of my queries related to my kidnapping were solved. I was feeling ashamed, as I saw the ladies whose inner wound was far intense than ours. Every woman had a different heart breaking tale written by the fate and every tale was blaming our own society for its existence on their lives.They had done their task and we were left to go motionless to our car. We reached the hotel after few minutes. I was seeing a new Trisha, who was ready to face all the challenges bravely. We had decided to give our best in changing the society of Delhi to a safer&amp;nbsp; place for women. We got the best anniversary gift and celebrated our 1&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt; anniversary in Pilibhit. We were going back to Delhi with an important task to furnish in the coming future. ‘&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;History stands testimony to the fact that woman have been oppressed in our society.’ &lt;/i&gt;We have decided to remove this tagline from the society for our future generations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;BY: MIHIR KUMAR CHOUDHARY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-duVKlAtlIrE/TL7QNoSNvBI/AAAAAAAAACo/8-fiRWa-VC4/s1600/me.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="190" q6="true" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-duVKlAtlIrE/TL7QNoSNvBI/AAAAAAAAACo/8-fiRWa-VC4/s200/me.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Algerian; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3241802839418619877-4136052683229449538?l=mihir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;These days, social networking sites have become a part and parcel of our lives.&amp;nbsp; No one would have guessed a few years ago about today’s dependency of our lives on these sites which has caught almost all the celebrities to get attached to its realm. My morning starts almost daily now with a regular checkup of updates on my Facebook and Google accounts. I don’t know that how many of you have created a fake profile and enjoyed through it but, I really did once in my life and pledged not to do it again. The incidents which happened afterwards still make me feel sad and always want to say her “I AM SORRY MA...M “&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&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;It was really not the same 4 years ago, when I was in Delhi for preparation of competitive exams. Facebook and orkut were very new those days. These sites were then used for forming new friends irrespective of today, when it is mainly used for being in touch with our friends and relatives. I knew very little of social networking sites, girls and flirting when I entered Delhi, but a year stay in the city provided me a bachelor’s degree in all of them. The other factor that helped me in getting better in flirting through social networking sites was that like me, many of others were new to the sites and, we considered too many friends and scraps as a matter of status, thus we helped each other to get that status and the task was very easily solved. After regularly interacting with my new friends on orkut, I was losing interest from orkut and wanted to move on. My addiction to orkut brought me back with a fresh mischievous idea of opening a fake yahoo account and creating a fake orkut profile to flirt with girls only. Thus, on 14 February 2007 shivamshankar was born and I made his orkut profile full of every quality which most of the girls’ dream of their boyfriends containing it. Shivamshankar was a 4&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; Year B.Tech student of NIT Warangal. I just changed his educational qualifications and made him 4 years older to me. I kept other qualities same so that I can add perfection to imaginary shivam to appear a real shivam to other people. Shivam started his tasks immediately and sent friend requests to almost 200 girls on the same day. Within a week, shivam was containing more than 80 female friends and few male friends including me in my original form. Everything was going as I have planned and till 28 February, I really enjoyed seeing my hero shivam flirting with almost all type of girls in the way I always wanted to do. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&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; On 1st march, a new female friend entered shivam’s friend list that not only killed shivam but also changed my life forever. Aaliya, the Mumbai girl appeared to me like his any other female friends in the early stage of their friendship with shivam but, he was dealing with her in a totally different way and within a week of friendship, they were chatting late night on yahoo messenger prompting me to spend my time and money in cyber cafes, instead of books in that crucial time of my life for shivam’s new interest, who was driving him crazy. Aaliya was pursuing bachelor’s degree in banking and insurance. Her father was an engineer and she belonged from a upper middle class family. She was a typical girlie gal kind of girl in the matter of chocolates, shopping and partying. In the early days of their chatting they both appeared to be enjoying their respective moments. I was not sure what was happening to shivam but he was getting attracted to her after chatting every day.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;a6686: so wot do u see in ur dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;a6686: ???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;shivamshankar: anything tht happens in day.............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;shivamshankar: i mean something...........or daily life..........or with my freinds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;shivamshankar: faltu things usually ha ha ha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;a6686: n i see totally opposite things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;a6686: like all imaginary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;shivamshankar: good...........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;a6686: i love that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;shivamshankar: means u ur imaginative................hmmn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;a6686: m i boring u.......??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;a6686: ya i m &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;shivamshankar: no not at all&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;After, few days I was really disturbed as I felt that the sweet Aaliya was also falling in love with shivam who really does not have any existence. Controlling shivam was on my hand but I was really confused in case of Aaliya and I did not stopped them in chatting hours and hours. shivam had created his own imaginary world in which Aaliya was getting trapped and it was really a matter of concern for me. They talked about films, actors, food, places ,hobbies and various recent topics of their daily life. They had their own opinions on each topic and they have even started to quarrel in some matters but were enjoying at their best and meanwhile, I also started liking Aaliya. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;a6686: u hav started this chattin thing recently only na&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;shivamshankar: ya.....................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;a6686: matlab iske pehle u use to chat kya????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;shivamshankar: ha thora bahut apne frnds se messenger pe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;shivamshankar: but then i was more busy in my own buisness..........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;shivamshankar: i want to gift u a n 91 ...............will u accept it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;a6686: if u really wanna gift me somthin then giv somthin which sweeet noce simple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;a6686: gift somthin that reflects ur feelings n not ur MONEY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;shivamshankar: ok...................if i gift u my heart to u will u accept it...........it is sweet and simple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;a6686: ha ha ver funny ha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;shivamshankar: ha ha ha ....................really it will be the best gift i can give u................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;shivamshankar: my feelings towards u........................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;a6686: ya aur kuch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;shivamshankar: and ya i m very proud tht u r such a gorgeous lady for whom money does not matter and i liked it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;shivamshankar: u r gr8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;a6686: thanks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;a6686: ek bat batoa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;a6686: batao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;shivamshankar: bolo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;a6686: hav u lied to me about nythin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;shivamshankar: no.........................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;a6686: ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;a6686: sure na&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;shivamshankar: never.............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;shivamshankar: ya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;a6686: ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;a6686: chalo then bye&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;And that day after letting shivam to propose Aaliya, I was elated but a bit of guilty inside me was surrounding me for letting my imagination to enter someone’s real heart and playing with it. I never wanted to hurt Aaliya but also not wanted to let her go from shivam’s life too. Finally I left all to my heart which had tuned up with shivam’s and compelled my mind to let shivam to make dip in the river of pure love. They continued their daily chats with a daily proposal by shivam and a funny reply from Aaliya, but she was letting shivam to get more close to her. After few days the prelims of Aaliya started and she decided to give shivam her phone number after her exams. Even, Aaliya has planned her first date with shivam in Mumbai during their proposed meet in July.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;a6686: u like john Abraham&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;a6686: u hav uploaded his pic na&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;a6686: y don't u upload urs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;shivamshankar: u want to see me...............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;a6686: naah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;a6686: i maent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;shivamshankar: why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;a6686: its bette to upload ur pic na&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;shivamshankar: can u show me ur photo...............or in mumbai visit only then?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;a6686: i don't hav ny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;a6686: ri8 now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;a6686: on ma pc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;shivamshankar: i want to hear ur voice once................plg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;a6686: i told u na&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;a6686: after ma exams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;shivamshankar: ok when ur exam finish?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;a6686: 22 may&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;a6686: u hav friends who happen to b gals??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;a6686: hav u approached a gal nytime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;shivamshankar: ya i did a gal ..............in past&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;shivamshankar: par rejected&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;a6686: wen u r emotional u tend to get attachd wid someone very easily&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;shivamshankar: yup.................its rite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;a6686: n den it hurts if the person doesn't reciprocate ur feelings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;a6686: n that is y it bcomes ur weakness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;a6686: samjha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;a6686: see u said that u kinda love me n all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;shivamshankar: chalo tumko yaad to aaya................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;a6686: i jus can believe that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;shivamshankar: ha i expressed u my feeling..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;a6686: hmmmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;shivamshankar: accha..........wht u hav felt abt me till date say frankly frm ur heart?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;a6686: hmmmmmmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;a6686: well i think of u as a nice guy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;a6686: with very indian mentalities&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;a6686: n sweet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;a6686: n a good friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;a6686: don't try to put on a different mask wen ur a differnt person altogether&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;shivamshankar: what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;a6686: arre matlab u behave the way u r &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;shivamshankar: ya............sure..........i do..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;a6686: that's wot i think of u. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;shivamshankar: good...................aur movies dekho yaar...............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;a6686: ha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;a6686: abhi aap vaha delhi me aur hum yahan mumbai me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;a6686: movies kiske sath dekhe??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;shivamshankar: fr knowing u is it necessary to know Marathi??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;a6686: ya cos wen i meet i m goin to talk in marathi .............lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;so, after reading some of the real conversations between shivam and Aaliya, you also have thought of the love which was quite evident and their net love story was soon going to convert into real love story, had shivam went to meet Aaliya in Mumbai. He was going to talk with her on phone after 23 may 07. &amp;nbsp;Frankly speaking I was in love with Aaliya and my soft side for her has only made shivam to go ahead and win her heart. I knew that we don’t have any future but I did not want to hurt Aaliya&amp;nbsp; in any way. Days passed by, and by the mean-time while Aaliya was busy with her exams, I gave all my competitive exams in Delhi. Soon, May arrived and I packed my bags back to home. After completion of my all exams, when I should have enjoyed along with my other friends, I was busy in solving my life’s biggest mystery where I was playing with a pure-hearted girl’s real heart. Finally, I decided to end up the relationship but, I wanted a better ending and I planned an idea, which was enough to worsen the image of Aaliya’s hero and convert him to the villain of this love-story. Now, for the first time I started chatting with Aaliya by becoming me in the name of shivam and I had left my heart behind and let my brain to play the game to achieve a better ending. Till date shivam has known a lot about her closed female pals. I just made her to believe in shivam and he told unfair things about Akanksha, her closed female pal and created a misunderstanding between them.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;shivamshankar: nd now pls relax&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;shivamshankar: u got na]'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;a6686: i don't believe this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;shivamshankar: now u do as u wish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;a6686: she was engaged wid someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;a6686: oh ma god&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; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;a6686: now i thought she is a very good friend of mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;shivamshankar: ok...................good thouht indeed ha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;a6686: she never told me that she was engaged wid someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;shivamshankar: ab i said na..........pls leave this matter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;a6686: n that i was responsible for her break up&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; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;a6686: i jus don't believe this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;shivamshankar: now relax...........fr som time pls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;a6686: u know this is getting on ma nerves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;a6686: i need to ask her about this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;shivamshankar: y ar u becoming so angry now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;a6686: wot do u expect frm me ha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;a6686: there's somebody talkin everythin crap n shit abt me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;a6686: n u think that i wud keep ma cool in such things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;shivamshankar: ok take care till then..........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;shivamshankar: nd dont use my name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;a6686: ya u too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;a6686: don't worry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt; I knew that this will work, and she did quarrel with akanksha, and parted their ways I knew that Akanksha will not leave me after her quarrel with Aaliya and it happened as per my plan. &amp;nbsp;Akanksha inquired about me and after getting the evidence of non-existence of shivam, she showed them to Aaliya. She was broken to tatters and started asking shivam about his originality. I tried to save shivam but seeing her adamant, I told her the bitter truth which happened accidentally and I had broken a simple girl’s heart in pieces. That day itself on 14 may, I killed shivam and hated myself for doing the thing which I should have never done or ever imagined to do in my life. Tears were constantly rolling off from my eyes as I killed my own hero and lost my dream girl. It just happened and weeds of failure were visible all over my face. I don’t know what happened after that to Aaliya . &amp;nbsp;Today, on Facebook I searched Aaliya, and found her committed and settled in Canada. I am happy to see the smile on her face in her profile picture. I know that Aaliya will never forgive me for doing all this. &amp;nbsp;Really it is true that you can’t say exactly when and where you will get in love, it just happens. Still, I will love to meet her someday and say “I AM SORRY MA…M”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;NOTE: THIS IS A REAL STORY&amp;nbsp; BASED ON MY LIFE INCIDENTS AND I HAVE CHANGED THE REAL NAME OF CHARACTERS OF MY STORY.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;BY:: MIHIR KUMAR CHOUDHARY&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3241802839418619877-1422615491240539588?l=mihir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;The first thing which came to my mind while I was designing this t shirt was the stories of parilok and stars which I used to hear from my late grand pa. well, in this t-shirt I have tried to show that virtual world full of stars and Paris. I have shown my brain still containing the shades of Paris and stars. charcoal color of t shirt is making it to be a male dominant t-shirts. i am just hoping that u people will love this design like my previous ones.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3241802839418619877-2957114557706790637?l=mihir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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DONT SEARCH THEME FROM THIS TSHIRT. I HAVE DESIGNED IT JUST TO MAKE THE DESIGN TO LOOK UNIQUE. JUST FEEL THE SHADES OF WHITE TO BLACK IN 6 DIFF WAYS, WHICH I HAVE SHOWN BY SHOWING 6 MIXES OF BLACK AND WHITE COLOUR.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;WHILE DESIGNING THIS T SHIRT, I JUST FOCUSED ON DESIGNING PART AND GAVE IT A SIMPLE THEME. IT CONSISTS OF SEVERAL APPLES AND ENGLISH ALPHABETS. ANYONE CAN EASILY READ THE MESSAGE WRITTEN ON MY T SHIRT. PLZZ EAT FRESH APPLE.ITS REALLY HEALTHY TO EAT &amp;nbsp;FRESH FRUITS AND FRESHNESS ALWAYS ADD ESSENCE TO &amp;nbsp;FRUITS INCLUDING APPLES. I HAVE TRIED MY BEST TO MAKE MY DESIGN LOOK NICE. &amp;nbsp; WAITING FOR PEOPLE TO RESPOND ON THIS T SHIRT, WHICH I DESIGNED ON 2ND NOV.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;THIS DESIGN IS MY FAVORITE . I HAVE SHOWN SOME ANTS AND MUSICAL  INSTRUMENTS EMBEDDED ON THE LEAVES OF A TREE. TODAY, ANTS ARE  CELEBRATING THEIR ANT FESTIVAL AND WILL NOT LEAVE ANY STONE UNTURNED IN  MAKING IT A GRAND SUCCESS. THEY HAVE BUILT THEIR OWN DRUM SET , GUITAR  AND OTHER MUSICAL INSTRUMENTS. FEW OF THEM HAVE PRACTICED DAY AND NIGHT  ON THESE INSTRUMENTS AND ARE READY TO DELIVER THEIR BEST TODAY. THEY  WANT TO CELEBRATE TODAY JUST LIKE HUMAN BEINGS . TODAY, SOME OF THE  WISER ANTS SENSED THE FUTURE .NOW, ITS NEED OF THESE FESTIVALS WHICH  WILL KEEP THEM UNITED WHEN THEY WILL ALSO BE AFFECTED BY THE SHADES OF  DARKNESS IN COMING FUTURE. TODAY , MOST OF THE HUMAN BEINGS ARE UNDER  THE SHADES OF DARKNESS AND FESTIVALS APPEAR TO BE A BRIGHTER HOPE FOR  THEM IN ORDER TO ACHIEVE THE TASTE OF REAL HAPPINESS. LONG TIME AGO, OUR  ANCESTORS&amp;nbsp; GUESSED THE FUTURE AND EVEN TODAY WE DANCE ON THE MUSIC THEY  INVENTED FOR OUR HAPPINESS.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;THERE ARE THREE CATEGORIES OF PEOPLE IN THIS WORLD. ONE, WHO HAVE A VERY GOOD LUCK, 2ND HAVING AVERAGE LUCK, 3RD HAVING VERY BAD LUCK. BUT, EVERYONE HAVE TO GO ON THEIR OWN FEET TO REACH THE KEY WHICH LEADS THEM TO OPEN THE DOOR OF SUCCESS.&amp;nbsp; NOW ,1ST CATEGORY PEOPLE HAV TO WALK A BIT, 2ND CATEGORY PPL WALKS&amp;nbsp; LITTLE MORE THAN 1ST ONE AND 3RD ONE WALKS THE LONGEST AND&amp;nbsp; EVEN HAVE TO FACE HURDLES..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;THE MOST IMPORTANT THING IS THAT WE ALL GET THE KEY OF SUCCESS...NATURE HAS GIFTED US IN SUCH A WAY THAT IF WE DO LABOR OF OUR OWN WE WILL REACH THE GATE OF SUCCESS FOR SURE, THOUGH IT MAY TAKE A LONG TIME TO REACH.&amp;nbsp; ANOTHER IMPORTANT THING IS,&amp;nbsp; WE CANT REACH THE KEY UNLESS WE WALK TOWARDS IT ON OUR OWN FEET .&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;THIS IS THE SEASON OF LOVE. EVERY CREATURE&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; APPEARS TO BE IN PURE LOVE WITH HIS OR HER BELOVED... I HAVE SHOWN SOME MALE CREATURES HAVING A ROSE WITH THEM AND GOING TO PROPOSE THEIR RESPECTIVE BELOVED. A PROPOSAL FROM MALE SIDE IS THE REAL DREAM WHICH EVERY FEMALE CREATURES WISHES TO GET CONVERTED INTO REAL HAPPENING. TODAY, THEY WILL CROSS ALL THE LIMITS TO GET THAT LOVE.THE PATH, ON WHICH ALL CREATURES ARE MOVING TO ENTER INTO THE REALM OF LOVE IS ACTUALLY A HEART, BEAUTIFULLY MADE BY LEAVES AND COCONUT TREES. THE DESTINATION OF COUPLES&amp;nbsp; IS SHOWN BY TRISHUL, WHERE THE REAL COUPLE OF THIS UNIVERSE LORD SHIVA AND MATA PARVATI RESIDES AND BLESSES ALL THE OTHER PUREST COUPLES WITH THE PURSUIT OF HAPPINESS. THE THEME IS&amp;nbsp; DESIGNED FOR ALL&amp;nbsp; THE PEOPLE WHO ARE IN LOVE, WERE IN LOVE OR WILL BE IN LOVE IN FUTURE ,LIKE ME. JUST ENJOY THE TEMPLE OF LOVE WHERE PEOPLE MEET TO WORSHIP LOVE.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;I DESIGNED THIS ONE ESPECIALLY FOR MUSIC LOVERS. I HAVE SHOWN A GUITAR, WHICH CONSIST OF SIX STRINGS. EACH STRING IS RELEASING MUSICAL WAVES AND INSPIRING PEOPLES IN THEIR RESPECTIVE FIELD. I HAVE SHOWN PLAYERS, WHO ARE GETTING INSPIRED TO BE BETTER AND BETTER FROM THE STRINGS OF INSPIRATION. IT LOOKS EASY TO SAY THESE SENTENCES BUT IN PRACTICAL ITS REALLY TOUGH TO GET INSPIRED FROM A GUITAR OR MUSICAL WAVES. WELL, IT ALSO DEPENDS ON THE MUSICIAN WHO IS PLAYING IT AND HOW MUCH DEVOTED HE IS IN CREATING THE INSPIRING SOUND!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;FIRST TAKE A LOOK AT THIS T SHIRT NORMALLY. NOW LOOK AT IT BY INVERTING(rotate by 180 such that neck is at bottom).&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;THIS DESIGN IS SHOWING FEW ANIMALS ,FISHES AND INSECTS.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;NORMALLY, LION EATS DEER, CAT EATS FISH, REPTILE EATS INSECT.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;CAN WE IMAGINE WHAT WILL HAPPEN, IF THE OPPOSITE OF THIS NATURAL PHENOMENON HAPPENS!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;HERE I HAVE SHOWN BOTH THE NATURAL AND IMAGINARY PHENOMENON.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;WHEN YOU WILL LOOK NORMALLY AT THIS DESIGN , YOU WILL FIND THAT&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;THE CREATURES WHO ARE SHOWN IN BLACK ARE THE KILLERS AND THE GRAY ONES ARE BEING KILLED. LEFT SIDE OF THE T SHIRT IS SHOWING THE NATURAL PHENOMENON AND THE RIGHT SIDE IS SHOWING THE IMAGINARY.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;WHEN YOU WILL LOOK AT THE T SHIRT BY INVERTING IT, GREY ONES WILL APPEAR TO BE EATING THE BLACK ONES. AGAIN, THE NATURAL PHENOMENON IS VISIBLE IN THE LEFT SIDE WHILE RIGHT SIDE CONTAINS THE IMAGINARY.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;IMAGINE BEYOND YOUR DREAMS.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;I was back to my home after completing my b tech degree.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt; &lt;b&gt;I was placed in a multinational software company. Days&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;were really boring for me as I had&amp;nbsp;to pass 60 odd of them before my joining.&lt;/b&gt; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;b&gt;After having my lunch containing fish-curry, one of my favorite dishes prepared by my mom&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;I went to the nearby park. I relished there for a while after interacting with the natural beauty. Within minutes, I was near our colony's library following the essence of a beautiful girl. The girl looked awesome and became my 22nd love within moments. I was going to be 22 , next march. My love entered the library while I was planning to enter her heart. After picking the same book with fish's picture on the cover, i sat near her in the reading room. Virtual weeds of success in love were visible on my face and I became busy with the book.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;"&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I am not well educated, but the deity has graced me with some different thoughts not present at all in my family members and in my locality. I am a fisherman from birth but my ancestors struggle and hard labour has made me to own the biggest fish-shop of&amp;nbsp;my city. Hundreds of fishermen work for me. I am fond of animals, fishes and speechless creatures with a dilemma that I involve myself in killing of fishes and then make money. My responsibilities towards my family and respect for my ancestors make me helpless; otherwise I would have left this business many years ago. Lack of proper education and large unemployment spread in our country are other factors that have made me stuck with this business. Sometimes, I feel elated while interacting with good and educated people who often come to my shop. Along with money, I also gain some intellectual knowledge from these people. The sight of fishes getting killed really makes me feel low.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt; IF ANYONE IS WEAK, THEN CRUSH IT IF ITS END ADDS ANYTHING IN SATISFYING YOUR NEED' &lt;b&gt;It seems that we all are following this principle. We may have to face consequences when someone stronger than us will rise against us while protecting the weaker species including fishes too. Few months ago, I met with Chandan kr sharma. He was a nice guy and regular customer of my shop. We became close friends very soon and used to share lot of personal matters. He worked here in Mangalore in a multinational company as the project manager. Mr and Mrs Sharma celebrated there 1st navratra here. I still remember the day, when after the end of durga-pooja Chandan&amp;nbsp;came to my shop for inviting me and purchasing fishes for the party. He was recently promoted and was throwing a small party to his close friends including me. I was excited for eating the delicious fish-curry prepared by Tanya (Mrs Sharma).She had got an Excellency in cooking. Chandan and Tanya were one of the best married couples. Both respected each other’s feeling and compelled other married couples to feel jealous of their perfect life. Chandan was perfectly balancing his personal and professional life. Shreya was also invited in the dinner by Chandan. She worked under him in the company and was one of his best friends. She was really a beauty with which everyone around would like to be attached and adore the deity’s&amp;nbsp;finest gift to her. People were crazy about her and were ready to do anything just for being in the realm of her essence for a long duration. She also accompanied intelligence of good level with her. Her good work and simplicity influenced Chandan too and very soon they became good friends. Tanya was fond of Shreya too and they were very good friends. Tanya's love filled food enhanced the essence of the dinner at such a high level in the party that we had no words left in praising her. The evening became more special to us when bhabhi ji announced that she was going to be a proud mother very soon. It was one of the best moments of Chandan's life and he wanted to live each and every part of that moment. We did fun for hours after the dinner. Few days later Chandan and Tanya went to Dubai for enjoying holidays.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;I was shocked after reading this and became completely stagnant when I saw that there was no one except me in the reading room. I was not reading a book of fish's picture on the cover rather, was reading a news magazine. The page, which I was reading contained report on the recent plane crash and next page containing suicidal report of a fisherman who died after a month of the crash. I was really scared till then and hurried to my home with many unanswered questions flowing in my brain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;“Sir, please show me your ticket”. Suddenly these words by the TTE interfered&lt;br /&gt;
my vendettas with the deity. After showing my ticket relished for a while after&lt;br /&gt;
reading my SMS from Raunak.Raunak was planning to elope with Monica.&lt;br /&gt;
This was not&lt;br /&gt;
a very shocking news which would have made me stagnant. Rather, 2012 was appearing&lt;br /&gt;
to me as a year of love marriages percolating among all the youngsters of my age.&lt;br /&gt;
……”I am still awaiting my chance to enter into the realm of true love. I have&lt;br /&gt;
seen a lot of romantic movies and have read a plenty of romantic novels. Every day,&lt;br /&gt;
I imagine myself to be one of the character of romantic movies/novels but still&lt;br /&gt;
have not deciphered the real meaning of love. The almighty has kept me bereft of&lt;br /&gt;
this holy word with which every creature of this planet associates itself at some&lt;br /&gt;
course of time”………&lt;br /&gt;
The sprouting weeds of failure were clearly visible on my&lt;br /&gt;
face’s felt as if I was in tatters. Again, I engaged myself into my vendettas with&lt;br /&gt;
the almighty that was having a dalliance with my soul. I was feeling jealous of my&lt;br /&gt;
soul who felt elated for having a perfect love affair with the almighty since my&lt;br /&gt;
birth on this planet.&lt;br /&gt;
This jealousy forged a villain as ME. The only purpose of ME&lt;br /&gt;
was to vitiate this romance. ME was getting his appalling power from both the god&lt;br /&gt;
and my soul and it was a very easy task for him to destroy the immortal love. ME&lt;br /&gt;
had roots originated from my engineer’s brain which compelled him to do a final&lt;br /&gt;
research on the pure romance before vitiating it. First time in my life, I felt&lt;br /&gt;
proud of my b.tech degree from a private engineering college. ME started his&lt;br /&gt;
toughest research work without wasting a second. ME entered inside me and reached&lt;br /&gt;
the sacred place where my soul was physically intimating with the deity. ME got&lt;br /&gt;
excited after watching the pure real love making scene, but his sense of excitement&lt;br /&gt;
was an aberration. After completing his research work he submitted his report and&lt;br /&gt;
awaited my decision. I started reading the report…&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;“The romance between the&lt;br /&gt;
deity and your soul is unique. It seems as if they both are perfectly made for each&lt;br /&gt;
other. Generally, even so called pure dalliance between two opposite sex of this&lt;br /&gt;
planet contain some elements of greediness. But in this case I couldn’t find a single&lt;br /&gt;
element having weeds of greediness. They both protect their romance as well as&lt;br /&gt;
protect you. Every moment you are attacked by millions of devils present on this&lt;br /&gt;
planet. It is only the appalling power of the supremacy’s immortal love with your soul&lt;br /&gt;
that eludes you from the weapons (negative thinking) of the demons. You will be&lt;br /&gt;
astonished to know that you are their only child and they are the best parents of&lt;br /&gt;
this whole universe. You have succeeded to reach your goals only due to their&lt;br /&gt;
blessings (positive energy) on you. These blessings always compel you to move on&lt;br /&gt;
the path of real success. Your surrounding is full of blessings and weapons. The&lt;br /&gt;
weapons always try to deteriorate the effect of blessings on you. Blessings are forged&lt;br /&gt;
only by the holy romance of the deity and your soul. The devils present all over&lt;br /&gt;
the universe try to forge weapons which can destroy the pure romance and plunge&lt;br /&gt;
into the realm of darkness. This process is going on since your birth and will&lt;br /&gt;
continue till your end”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
…….&lt;b&gt;The whole report made me stagnant for a long period&lt;br /&gt;
of time. I had known the real meaning of true love and much more above than this.&lt;br /&gt;
My jealousy got converted into inner happiness (a kind of i have never felt before)&lt;br /&gt;
ME peered into new ME to play the role of a hero. ME entered the sacred place and&lt;br /&gt;
started the role of a soldier to fight with weapons and protect the immortal love.&lt;br /&gt;
Suddenly, my phone started ranging..I came&lt;br /&gt;
out of my motionless position to be stagnant again. My mom announced me the news of&lt;br /&gt;
my final selection in upsc examination. Tears roll down from my eyes. This time my&lt;br /&gt;
hero ME whose roots originated from my brain sensed the future and made me to do&lt;br /&gt;
the same job he was doing .I am going to be an ips officer and a soldier to save&lt;br /&gt;
the immortal love of the deity and the soul of my country INDIA….&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;MIHIR KUMAR CHOUDHARY&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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