<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:blogger="http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5910985809632662833</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Wed, 22 Oct 2025 08:03:40 +0000</lastBuildDate><category>Romantic</category><category>First love of school life</category><category>Horror</category><category>Doctor uncle</category><category>Key hole</category><category>Love and Betrayal</category><title>Short stories</title><description>A website with full of beautiful short stories </description><link>https://kajushortstories.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (AVEY)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5910985809632662833.post-3068784213511706051</guid><pubDate>Wed, 15 Jan 2020 16:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2024-01-06T09:49:28.099-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Love and Betrayal</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Romantic</category><title>Love and Betrayal - a sad love story</title><description>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
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It was the wedding day of Rina, Sourav decided to do something. He planned to escape with Rina on that day.&amp;nbsp; Many days after their love affair, when they had no second chance to do anything, they chose this. In this matter Rina and Sourav both are agreed to do this. Just two days before the wedding, Rina told Sourav, &quot;Let&#39;s go.&quot;&amp;nbsp; And Sourav said yes to Rina without thinking anything.&amp;nbsp; Sourav knew that his dear friends would always be with him, always helping him. It&#39;s not a lie that Sourav&#39;s friends were always by his side. They all came together to buy all the wedding requirements. Sourav and Rina&#39;s decided to escape in a car and Sourav&#39;s friends chooses their place of marriage. But one thing was surprising was that Rinna&#39;s father did not make any attempt to find Rina. However, Sourav did not give much importance to this issue. He just focused on their new married life. Now, Sourav is alone. Almost, all of his friends got married. But, he is still alone and already have started leaving a single life. So, what happened between them?&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;Sourav and Rina&#39;s love story was popular in all over the school from around Class Twelve when they started their dating. Even the situation had reached such a point that the whole school recognized them as the Best Love Couple. At that time, Sourav worked part-time in a small company. And almost all of his money Sourav spent behind Rina. Sourav used to do everything from giving Rina expensive gifts and moving around in a beautiful place. Sourav can&#39;t take money from his parents to buy all these expenses, so we can say Sourav was forced to take part-time jobs with less importance in studies because Saurav really loved Rina. They both decided that they would get married after passing college exams. But before that, Rina&#39;s father arranged a marriage elsewhere. And that&#39;s exactly where the hazard occurs.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;They both passed college together. There&#39;s no need to say, their love was still the same as like the first day. Suddenly Rina&#39;s father got to know about everything and fixes her marriage with an another boy. The first 10-15 days after the marriage was fixed, Rina did not make any contact with Sourav. Suddenly, one day Rina calls Sourav and tells her that she is being forced to marry and she don&#39;t want to marry that boy. Then, they decide to meet and they will marry.&amp;nbsp; Sourav agreed without thinking anything. And Sourav had nothing to do. He was jobless. To give time In this love affair, Sourav&#39;s exam test numbers were not good enough.&amp;nbsp; Moreover, Sourav did not have any other qualities that would enable him to get a job. So, Sourav was unemployed at that time. Although his friends worked in at small or large companies.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;Sourav comes out of his house with some cash and he escapes with Rina on the wedding night. Sourav thought that within a week he would find a job. So for the first few weeks, they have to spend some day with that cash. Sourav rent a mess for a very small amount.&amp;nbsp; And the next morning, Sourav started looking for a job. After a lot of effort, Sourav got a job in a hotel. The first few days were going pretty well. Sourav decided that after getting this month&#39;s salary, they would rent a better house. Sourav prayed to God to give him such power to keep Rina always happy. That day a foreigner arrives at the hotel and he wants to tell the floor manager something about the hotel.&amp;nbsp; But, neither the floor manager nor the hotel staffs could speak good English.&amp;nbsp; Sourav could speak English quite well.&amp;nbsp; So Sourav took control of the matter that day. The hotel owner was very happy to hear that event. And within a week of joining Sourav, he becomes the floor manager. Sourav was very happy. Very happily she returns home immediately to tell Rina about all this matters. But Rina was not in home.&amp;nbsp; Rina is not going to go anywhere, then where did she go?&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;Suddenly, Sourav sees a piece of paper on the bed. That was Rina&#39;s last letter to Sourav. She wrote, &quot;When you couldn&#39;t keep me happy, why did you bring me here from my father? I went back to my father, don&#39;t try to contact with me again in the future.&quot; After reading the letter, Sourav was very surprised. Is it that Rina whom he loved so much? Why Rina could not wait for just few days? Today is the marriage of Rina. Yes, her father arranged Rina&#39;s marriage again. The person with whom Rina will be married is very rich. He has a lot of money, lots of property.&amp;nbsp; However, Sourav understands that he was wrong about Rina. Actually, Rina loves the expensive things offered by Sourav.... ...&lt;/div&gt;
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When I was young, I always dreamt to be a Doctor, a good Doctor. But, as I grew older, my dreams began to change. Now I am 30 years old and I am a software engineer. There are many things have happened to me in my 30 years life but, I still remember a real story, which I want to share with you. So first let me introduce myself. Hi, I am Jaydeep. I am from a small village in &quot;Juprigao&quot;. We were so poor and we lived in a small hut in our village. My father was a farmer. He used to tell me, to become a good person and to help other needy people. From that time, I wished to be a Doctor to fulfill my dad&#39;s dream. My mother also that, when I told her I wanted to be a doctor.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;Also, one more thing which inspired me a lot to make this decision to become a doctor that was my &quot;Doctor uncle&quot;. No, I don&#39;t want to tell his name here. So, I will just mention &quot;Doctor uncle&quot; instead of calling him by his name here. So, Doctor uncle was not so rich but, he used to help us every time. He was like a real god for the poor villagers. I heard once, Doctor uncle received a job offer from a major hospital in Town. But he did not join there. He doesn&#39;t want to leave us so, he was decided to stay here to practice and help us. So, everyone in our village loves him so much. He was my first motivation. But, when, I started to grow up my dream to become a doctor has started shifting. Now, it&#39;s finally shifted to the computer.&lt;br /&gt;
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You guys may think, Where did the computer come from in this remote village? At first, I saw the machine in our school. Yes, we have computers in our schools. So, computer science was a quite interesting subject for me. I always get full marks on this subject. So, I decided to complete my graduation in computer science. But, from the village, I can&#39;t fulfill my dream. So, my parents decided to admit me a city college. My parents were ready to send me in town because Doctor uncle told them to let me do what I want and there are many job opportunities in Town for computer science students. I was very happy finally I admitted to a city college. No, now I am not willing to describe my college life here. I just want to tell you, I completed my graduation with almost 75% marks. It was good to get a small job in Town. So, I decided to do a small job and I started doing a course in software engineering. After that, I got a job in a reputed IT company. It&#39;s almost 5 years have passed, I didn&#39;t go to our village. Yes, in this time period my parents came here and stayed with me for a long time. But, I never had time to go to the village. I love my village to much but, I was doing a job in a cafe. So, I didn&#39;t get much time to go to my village. Actually, I didn&#39;t want to give my parents too much pressure of my education costs. I started to manage some money from my cafe job. Because one and only dream which I had at the time was to give a happy life to my parents.&lt;br /&gt;
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So, after being a software engineer I finally decided to go to my village. I packed my bags and all the necessary stuff. When I finally reached my village it was totally different. All roads have been replaced by concrete roads, electric lights on the street everything was changed. I was enjoying the quiet environment of my village after a long time. I was very happy at that time. It was late afternoon and light darkness all around. Suddenly, I noticed someone is there on the field and he was waving at me. Do I know him? I couldn&#39;t see him properly. Oh, finally I recognize. &quot;Doctor uncle&quot;? &quot;How are you&quot;? I really missed you a lot... Uncle replied, &quot;you are too young my doctor kid. You know, when you were a child, once you stole my stethoscope from my desk. You told me, Doctor uncle it is mine&quot;. I was smiling loudly but, uncle told me to stop. Again he started talking that, &quot;finally you can take it. Not mine, just check the last drawer of my desk. There is a new stethoscope which I bought for you when you were a child. But, I couldn&#39;t get a chance to give it to you with my own hands. I know you don&#39;t need that. But, I only have this to give you. It was only for you. Please take it otherwise I will not get peace.&quot; I was just going to say something but suddenly, one of my childhood friends call me from behind. I looked at him and when I looked back to Doctor uncle he was not there. I was totally confused. I told everything to my friend. He looked very shocked and he told me, Doctor uncle died last year. Then, who is that man? Suddenly, my head began to spin and I fall to the ground by saying &quot;Doctor Uncle&quot;......&lt;br /&gt;
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Ajay was a short story writer from his childhood. When he was a child, his parents died in a car accident. From that day, he was living with his grandparents. Afrer his parents death, his academic marks was quite decreasing. From that time, his addiction to reading storybook had began. He started writing stories in school magazine and the magazine became popular in his town. From the age of 13 he becames a well known short story writer. Because, His stories were resembled to real stories. So, almost everyone can relate some parts of their life with Ajay&#39;s stories. He likes to describe stories with his awesome imagination skills. It was one of his hobby too. Though, he wrote many stories in his 25 years of life. Also, he got many prizes for his talent.&lt;br /&gt;
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He was finding for a spot to finish his new novel. He needs a silent space where he can fully concentrate to complete his first Novel. So, he decided to go a small town Nolava. His grandmother warned him to not to go there. Because, the small town and the location where he wants to go the place is cursed. But, that was a perfect location for Ajay where no one will be there to disturb him. When he became Nolava, somehow he managed to find a small room beside the town with some local help. The place was much better than he expects. The place was beyond his expectations. The room was also quite clean and well arranged.&lt;br /&gt;
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The only instruction was not to open the locked room in basement!. Everything was ok with that room but, Ajay was curious to know what was there in that room. It was the next morning Ajay started writing and he was busy with his world of words. He suddenly saw a old man outside the cabin through the window. The old man was trying to wave him out. Ajay waved back and the old man started walk in the opposite direction. Ajay was shocked why the old man didn&#39;t talk with him. Then, he spend most of the day by sitting that chair. Still, he couldn&#39;t finish as much as he expects. He was disturbed with something and finally he realised that it&#39;s the old man and the forbidden room in the basement. He was thinking why the old man waved at him and why he didn&#39;t stop there. So, at first he decided to check out that room.&lt;br /&gt;
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At night, Ajay went to the basement to overcome his anxiety. He reached the door and yes, the door was locked as he expected. Ajay was not so talented to open the door of that room without its keys. So, he decided to have to look from the key hole. He peeked through the keyhole and looked that, the keyhole is covered with some blue staff. It&#39;s looks like someone covered that keyhole from the other side with a blue staff. Well, it&#39;s natural. He goes back to his bed. Somehow he managed to got over form all of his anxiety and finished his Novel.&lt;br /&gt;
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After spending one month there for his writing he decided to went back. In this long time he didn&#39;t even see the old man after that day. With his all luggage Ajit locked the cabin and started walking. Suddenly he noticed someone is there behind the trees. It was that old man, he saw and waved at him at the first day. Ajay said, hay, I am leaving. Ajay was going to talk about the locked room with that old man. &quot;Good for you&quot; the old man suddenly replies. Ajay didn&#39;t expect that. Ajay asked, &quot;And why is that&quot;?&lt;br /&gt;
The old man - There was a lady who lived in this house some times ago. She hanged herself in the room on the basement.&lt;br /&gt;
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It was the big holiday time before our final exam. Ajit didn&#39;t even talk with Ranu from many days. Also, I was busy to prepare for my exam. So, I couldn&#39;t meet with Ajit. In tution batches Ajit looks quite serious with his studies, so I don&#39;t want to disturb him by discussing this matter. It was that day, when our exam was over. It was the final exam. After this exam we will get 3 months time to enjoy and prepare to go for college. So, after completing the last exam we meet on the road. It&#39;s time to go home. Ajit was bit happy, he told me that his exam was good. Then, we came to our home and we were talking about our papers. In the afternoon when we meet again to plan for a trip finally I asked Ajit about Ranu. At first, he tries to ignore that topic. But I told him, don&#39;t try to ignore. You have to tell me what happened with you and Ranu. Ajit finally replied and he decided to tell me everything.&lt;br /&gt;
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Ajit told me, from 4-5 months he didn&#39;t even talk with Ranu. Once, Ajit was talking with Ranu and Ranu asked Ajit about the future of their relationship. Ajit told her that, &quot;don&#39;t worry about anything. He will manage everything&quot;. But, Ranu replies for this relationship she can&#39;t focus on her studies. She wants to be Doctor. But, for the relationship she can&#39;t able to give enough effort on her studies. Then, Ajit just replied we will meet again when you will be a Doctor. If you can&#39;t be a doctor in the future, you will not see me again. Ranu tried hard to stop him but he didn&#39;t stop. After that day, Ranu called and messaged Ajit several times but he did not respond. So, it was the whole story. I don&#39;t know what to say. So, I told him, ok you are right.&lt;br /&gt;
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But, I decided to meet Ranu and listen what she wants to say. So, I meet Ranu. Ranu didn&#39;t have my phone number. So, she didn&#39;t call me. But, when I opened my facebook account I saw a lot of massages from Rani&#39;s side. So, I meet her and asked her, what happened with you and Ajit. Ranu replies, she just wanted Ajit to be serious about their relationship. Also, she just wanted Ajit to be a little serious about his future and their relationship. So, she told him about her wish that she wanted to be a doctor. She just wants to listen from Ajit that, he have a great future plan too. But, Ajit takes all of these things in a wrong way. I was Ajit&#39;s best friend. I know one thing very clearly, When Ajit accepts any word from his mind, there is nothing else to do. But, I decided to try it once. So I meet Ajit again.&lt;br /&gt;
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I told Ajit everything that Ranu had told me. But, what I am saying before. I failed to convince him. Ajit didn&#39;t even wants to talk with Ranu. After that day, almost 3 years have passed. Me and Ajit have completed our graduation. I think Ranu also completed her graduation. Since that day, they have never talked to each other. But, I know some secret things about them. Both Ranu and Ajit have never been in a relationship again. Also, one more thing, they didn&#39;t even call each other. But, Ranu still talks with Ajit with a fake Facebook account named &quot;Novorita&quot;. Only I know this secret thing. Ranu told me not to speak about this to Ajit. I asked Ajit many times, why you leave Ranu? He just replies to me, he wanted to see Ranu as a doctor. Also, when I asked the same question to Ranu, she replies that, she just wanted to see Ajit in a good position and as a successful person. They have both been waiting to hear &quot;I love you&quot; from each other. But in the middle the only barrier is their &quot;ego&quot;. I don&#39;t know what will happen in the future. But, I hope everything goes well.........&lt;br /&gt;
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First love of school life #3 :-&lt;br /&gt;
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Next day when we arrived school it was same for me. Those boaring classes, chemistry and mathematics lectures which we really don&#39;t like. But, when I looked at Ajit&#39;s face, it was quite different from other days. Ajit is looking at that girl who was sitting beside the window. I asked him, what is this? Why are you looking at her? Ajit told me that, she looks so pretty today. I couldn&#39;t really understand what he had said to me. But, I tried a lot to understand. Ajit was murmuring like a mad.&lt;br /&gt;
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Only some of the words which I can understand those are such as like, look at the hair on her face, sun-rays on her face. Finally, I realised it was a perfect sign of love and madness. Ranu also noticed that, Ajit was looking at her. She also looked at Ajit with a little smile. I really don&#39;t like these things. But, what should I do? I have to stay with my friend. So, I was there everytime. At the tiffin break I saw that, Ajit was talking with the girl and they finally exchanged their number. I don&#39;t know why am I feeling unsafe? I feel like, Ajit don&#39;t care about me. Because, usually Ajit talks too much but, in this day Ajit was silent in every classes. Also, today Ajit didn&#39;t even sleep in mathematics class. In clear words, I was not very happy with all of these things. Then, the next day arrives.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; Usually, everyday Ajit takes a lot of time to prepare to go for school. But, the scene was different in this day. Ajit wakes up early in the morning and he started preparing for school. How do I know that? No, we are not living in same house. Actually, Ajit called me in the morning and told me to prepare as fast as I can. Something was happening behind me. I was pretty sure about that. This day when I go to Ajit&#39;s house to call him, he was totally ready to go school. This day Ajit looks very happy also, we arrived long before the school started. Then, I got to know that the girl Ranu messaged Ajit yesterday and ask him to come school fast. Ohh, I was shocked. They already started talking. I saw many videos in YouTube that, it happens when someone fall in love. So, finally I am enjoying my friend&#39;s first love and I was hoping that their love would last long.&lt;br /&gt;
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Finally, Ranu arrived after waiting for some time. They were talking for almost 30 minutes before our class starts. One thing which I really likes in Ajit is, he knows how to respect a girl. He didn&#39;t even touched Ranu&#39;s hand in the previous 3 months of relationship. When, they were talking it looks like two best friends are talking with each other. They were happy and also, I was very happy. In the tiffin time they shares food, they spend a lot of time in talking. As I said before, Ajit was really very talkative. The same thing continued almost one year in our school life.&lt;br /&gt;
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Finally, our board exam has arrived. It was the time when we have to prepare to leave our school and go for college. Me and Ajit has already decided to join in same college. But, in these things something happened with Ajit and Ranu. Now a days, Ajit was ignoring Ranu for any reason. I have to find out the reason. So, just be with me till the next part of &quot;First love of School life&quot;..............&lt;br /&gt;
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When Ajit comes in front of me I asked him, why are you laughing? You idiot. Ajit told me, &quot;bro just chill and sorry for this. I don&#39;t have enough time to tell you about this. I took this decision just now. So, I didn&#39;t get enough time to tell you about this.&quot; I replied why, just why you did this? How could you take a decision like this without telling me anything? Then, Ajit described the full matter infront of me.&lt;br /&gt;
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That boy from other class can force Ranu to accept his proposal. If Ajit declines to help that boy, the boy can do anything to get that girl. So, Ajit decided to propose that girl before that boy. That time, I was totally silent. I didn&#39;t say anything to him. In the last 10 minutes of tiffin break we saw the boy again. The boy comes to us and ask Ajit about Ranu. Ajit told him that, Ranu is not single. She loves a boy and he is not from our school. The boy took a cigarette out of his pocket and said&amp;nbsp; &quot;thank you bro for this information&quot;.&lt;br /&gt;
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The boy light up his cigarette and looked at us. After a short period of time the boy told us, he needs a girl only to spend some time in summer vacation. So, he choose Ranu for this. I looked at Ajit&#39;s face, he was getting angry. I was sure that, Ajit is going to punch that boy within some time and I was also ready for this. Mainly, I was not ready to fight. Actually, I was ready to control the situation.&lt;br /&gt;
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Suddenly, the bell rings and we get back to our class after the tiffin break. Ajit was still very angry. Actually, after the bell rings I forced Ajit to get back to the class. I know Ajit was very angry but still, he couldn&#39;t do anything to me. He have to come with me if I forced him. Because, Ajit really loves me as a best friend. Also, I feel very proud to get a best friend like him. After returning back to the class I asked ajit, Do you know that boy? There are many students in our class. Why did the boy choose Ajit? Ajit slowly replied, he knows that boy very well.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;The boy and Ajit were in a same tution batch in childhood. That time, they were in primary school. Also, he was that boy who showed Ajit some bad &quot;B graded&quot; videos at the first time. Then, after completing the primary school Ajit didn&#39;t even talk to that boy. Although they were in different divisions so, there was no chance to meet him again. Also, Ajit tried everytime to ignore that boy. But, they meet again and I was happy to know that finally we don&#39;t have to see the boy&#39;s face again. Because, the case is now solved.&lt;br /&gt;
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But, from here an another story has begin. The girl &quot;Ranu&quot; still didn&#39;t tell &quot;Ajit&quot; anything. But, after she arrived in the class Ajit was looking at her and he continues his work before the teacher has arrived in our class. Do Ajit really love that girl? We will ask Ajit about this at the next part of the story........&lt;br /&gt;
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First love of school life #1 :-&lt;br /&gt;
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I really think they are very lucky who have their own love story in their school life. Though, everyone has their own story of school life. But, here I am not talking about any other stories or memories with your friends. I am ganna talk about the love stories. Yes, It&#39;s love stories. Sometimes, it gives you the best feeling of the world. Sometimes, it remains as one of the worst memories of life. Not everyone has their love stories in school life. Also, some stories are shareable. So, I am gonna share the story where first time love in school that gives &quot;Ajit&quot; a great feeling of his life. This story has emotion, love and ego. I don&#39;t know what about you. But, I do believe only one word &quot;ego&quot; can destroy everything and can ruin anyone&#39;s life. Spoiler alert! The story really has a worst end. Stay with me to know why it has a worst end.&lt;br /&gt;
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Enough talking, so let&#39;s start with the introduction. Ajit is one of my best friend in school life. He used to share everything with me. So, I can say I know exactly what happened in between Ajit and Ranu. We were backbenchers. Our main work was to enjoy all of the classes. Lol, don&#39;t want to say what the backbenchers really do in classroom. But, we were good students too. As like every backbenchers, we enjoyed our school life a lot. Ok, get back to the point.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;That was a bright sunny day. As like other day &quot;Ajit&#39; was sitting in high-bench and we were talking about something which I forgot now. That time we were in class 11. we had just one year to enjoy our school life and begin our college life. At that time, A boy from other class comes to Ajit and told him, bro I really like a girl in your class. Can you help me out to propose her? Ajit looked at me and then tell him that &quot;You can go now. I will meet you in tiffin break&quot;. Ajit looks very worried. I asked him, what happened? He replied that, he knows that boy. The boy is not good for that girl and the boy had all types of bad habits. Also, the boy has very bad record in school. In other side, the girl was too pretty and talented. Ajit don&#39;t wants to ruin her life.&lt;br /&gt;
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In this moment, we were silent for almost 15 minutes. Then, I don&#39;t know why Ajit smiles and tell me he have an idea. In tiffin break, Ajit was missing for sometime. I searched for him all around the school. Then, surprisingly he came with a rose. I don&#39;t know why, he proposed that girl. The girl was too shy. She didn&#39;t replied. She just run away from there. I was shocked at Ajit&#39;s behaviour. Is that the boy, who was my best friend? Is that the boy, who used to share everything with me? Is that boy, whom I like most? I was so disturbed and also, I was so afraid. I don&#39;t want to loose my best friend. That time I thought that, the girlfriend will take away my best friend from me. But, I have to know why Ajit did that without taking any opinion from me. I was very angry. But, the idiot was laughing in front of me. I wish I could punch on his face. Then, Ajit told me something which makes me cry. ......&lt;br /&gt;
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