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www.reddit.com On May 14 2011, a young girl aged 14 went missing while taking a stroll late in the evening in a garden near her home in Malwani. (Bombay) On October 13 2011, the victim was dumped in the same garden in a horrid physical state and on November 13 2011, the victim succumbed to her medical complications.  The 14-year-old girl had been captured by her accused, who had promised her marriage but kept her in his captivity and rape her for five months. After five long months, the accuser left the poor 14-year-old at the same place from where he had picked her up and left her like a broken doll. Someone found the girl in a horrible state and rang the police. The girl’s condition was very bad, and from her horrible state, anyone could guess that she had been rape and kept in a very horrible state by her accuser. Her accuser had broken her mentally and physically, and to the horror of the doctors, they found that the girl had been feeding herself with paper and stone, as her ac...

GAUTWORLD Satish Sharma was a polisher of metals; he was originally from Calcutta, the beautiful city of many dreams. Two years back, he had shifted to Surat in search of a better livelihood. The first year had been good; work came his way regularly. Then came the recession, drying up everything: work, funds, opportunities, and even relations. He searched day and night, but found nothing; there was no work, and everywhere they asked him to wait, to wait until the recession was over. However, his life will not wait for the recession to be over, nor his body. Soon his savings were over, but the recession was everywhere, and he could not go back to a more expensive city like Calcutta and then came the last blow from his flat owner. Pay more or vacate the house. 👦 Satish Sharma will take that one step forward, but the question is, where would he take that step? To know about Satish Sharma's story, click on the book link of   'AMPUTATED MINDS'- A STORY TO TELL'  https://not...

  https://dribbble.com The most disgusting germs in humankind are the blackmailers, and one should never ever give in to their demands; instead, one should face them with law and order. The worst crime a human can do is play with a fellow human being’s TRUST, and most of the time, the core of blackmail starts from the destruction of TRUST! RAPE, MMS, CHILD ABUSE, these terrible crimes are done by someone we trust, and the sad thing is that the victim keeps quiet and goes through the pain again and again because the culprit has put the fear of blackmailing the victim if he/she said anything to anyone. The victim who has been blackmailed should understand that he/she has already been destroyed, so what more is there to be destroyed? So, the best step would be to stand up against your culprit, against the blackmailer, by speaking about them to the law, your family, your best friends, or anyone whom you trust the most and who will not take the wrong advantage of you, but will sta...

  GAUTWORLD Tonight, I just couldn't live Live to see another day Without you by my side. 🌀 THE DESOLATE STRETCHES OF THE MIND A STORY TO TELL 📖-GIVING LIFE TO STORIES 🎭

  https://imgvisuals.com Questions about our lives Many of them Will be left unanswered 😨 Astounding (songs and photos) https://notionpress.com/read-instantly/1383835

  Get side folks, get away The wild ones are in town Make way for us Hide everything folks Don’t let us see them Or they’ll be gone Like a needle in a haystack 🚧 THE DESOLATE STRETCHES OF THE MIND A STORY TO TELL 📖-GIVING LIFE TO STORIES 🎭 THE DESOLATE STRETCHES OF THE MIND 🐉,

    http://www.youtube.com/@ImagineIamI Anupama peered out at me through fatigue-filled eyes, and there was no recognition in her brown eyes. I froze, looking at her appearance. Anupama’s natural brown colour, waist-length hair, dishevelled and unwashed, and the green evening gown she wore had stains on them. Her feet were bare, and there were dark circles under her brown eyes, as if she had not slept for weeks. “Anu, it is I Vikram Shah your cousin brother Vicky.” I ventured to look at her. There was a flicker in Anupama’s eyes, and she blinked them several times and then said in a hoarse voice. “Vicky, is it really you, oh thank god, you got my letter.” “Yeah, I received it yesterday, what’s wrong?” I asked. Anupama sighed, and a relief flickered across her face. Then she chattered, “Please come in, mama will be so glad to see you.” She caught my hand and tugged me into the house. I stepped inside. (Later, when I recollect that moment wryly, I think that one step I took in t...

  GAUTWORLD Why does the world want to fight? They say it is their right Why does the world want to fight? Everybody got blood Red not white 💣 THE DESOLATE STRETCHES OF THE MIND A STORY TO TELL 📖-GIVING LIFE TO STORIES

  . GAUTWORLD S even am in the morning, and Raja pedalled his cycle out of his house, on his way to the Milk-Booth. Raja was a twenty-year-old milk deliveryman, a school dropout who was trying to supplement his income by delivering milk bags. He was all alone in this world, with no parents, no relatives. No friends and with no one to turn to. He lived all alone, all by himself. 🐊 Sometimes the routine of life can break you. To know about Raja's routine, click on the book AMPUTATED MINDS- A STORY TO TELL link. https://notionpress.com/in/read/amputated-minds

  GAUTWORLD T he shunting of the engine woke up Muthu from his deep slumber. He peered cautiously out of the coal wagon at his surroundings. The Freight Train stood at the siding yards of Karnal Junction and somewhere on the Gwalior-Ranchi line. The engine was being replaced for the onward journey. It was early morning; dawn had arrived two hours ago, and the early morning chill was in the air, with mist hanging in the yard. Birds called out to one another from the nearby trees. “The next stop would be Habra!” Muthu thought. Years of travelling on the Freight Trains had turned Murtha into an expert on the stops where the trains halt. Muthu was from Karnataka, but it made little difference to the North Indians, for them, he was just another Madrasi. Muthu was an Indian tramp, a wandering beggar who travelled from place to place on the Indian Railway. They foraged and begged for food and clothing, and sometimes, if circumstances were harsh, they stole a little. There were thous...

  GAUTWORLD H e received the letter while dreaming about his new project. The letter had fallen out of the bundle as he sorted out his weekly mail, and all this time it had been hiding between the mobile and the transfer letter bill. He picked up the letter from the carpet floor, and his breath froze, recognising the handwriting on the envelope. It was a slanted handwriting with every word pressed into the paper. He hesitated, deciding what to do, for he dreaded opening the letter, as he was sure in his heart about its content. It was time to go back! Time to keep his promise!  🎐 What kind of letter did an ex-gangster receive, and what promise did he make, and to whom? To read the full 'THE LETTER', click on the book  AMPUTATED MIND - A STORY TO TELL link.  https://notionpress.com/in/read/amputated-minds

  GAUTWORLD He emerged from the small alley that was parallel to the main road. He strolled, almost moving his legs. He was exhausted and very hungry. An entire day had passed since he had eaten his last nourishment, and now his throat felt dry and parched. He strolled on the footpath, eyeing the shops selling all kinds of edible items, and he spat, his eyes watering, staring at the food displayed at the shop's windows and out in the open food stalls and food carts. He licked his lips and smacked his mouth as he looked at the piled-up, luscious fruits and snacks. As he looked at the other side of the road, he saw food kiosks lined up like bogies, and the cooks were busy preparing hot, fast food and serving it to the waiting customers. Then some restaurants and cafes were crowded with foodies, eating, drinking and commanding. He was watching people eating, drinking and ordering, which made him feel a bit dizzy. 🔪 To read the full story, click on the book link below the cover. Howe...

  http://www.youtube.com/@ImagineIamI EMPEROR OF ABHOR: A man who hates things around him, and is so blind to his hatred that he wants to destroy everything, including himself.  2:10: Amit Sehgal falls in love with Tanya Gill, and for him, it was love at first sight. But did Tanya Gill hold the same feelings for him? Or was there something about Tanya that he failed to see? INTERSECTION: The encounter between dream and nightmare. BLACKWOOD FOREST: A dark secret is revealed. ILLUMINATION: Krsna Gyawali visits his home and comes back with a secret recipe. THE HOST: Raj and Kabir, two friends, stop for a night in a local guesthouse ''Kumar's Bungalow'' but to their horror, the night seems to never end. TWENTY-ONE AND CLUELESS: Vijay Jai Mehta is a 21-year-old boy who has no dreams about his life or ambition till he has to choose between life and death. THE HARBINGER: A child is born in Northern Europe and will bring destruction to the Jewish race. THE CONVOCATION: Samb...

  GAUTWORLD The crescent moon was useless tonight; it was pitch dark all around, and the rain was pouring down heavily, hitting the hard ground vigorously. ″Agggghhhhhooo!″ The agony cry crossed the skyline and the falling rain attempted to suppress it, but failed miserably as the cry came once again and this time loud enough to wake up the dead. However, it did shake up Bali Singh, Zamindar Gaya Singh's personal bodyguard. Bali Singh was on his guard post just outside his master's bedroom when the agonised cry made him stand up with a start, and he rushed towards the open balcony and out into the courtyard. It was dark, very dark, outside the courtyard, and the tall trees planted around it made it darker. The lamppost inside the courtyard blinked from time to time as it fought to survive against the heavy rainfall. Bali Singh shook his head and was about to turn back when the cry ranted across the sky again. ″Agggghhhhhooo″ It was a terrible cry as if someone was in a terrib...

GAUTWORLD Malghut was a beautiful village; it had a good, clean, deep beach, the sand golden in colour. The village lanes were clean and planted on their sides with coconut trees, which not only gave their thirst-quenching nectar but also shaded the village from the sun. There was ripening rice in the fields, and the sweet scent of flowers wafted everywhere. The villagers were a sturdy and hard-working lot; they also kept their village as clean as possible. Inspector Vinayaka took in all this as the jeep travelled over the dusty trail to Pradhan’s house. They reached the large pond of sweet water, which was refilled every year with bountiful rainwater. Two women were drying some pickles near the pond edge as they chatted. The jeep traversed the pond and entered a small lane at the end of which stood Pradhan’s house. Constable Uttar Jeri parked the jeep outside the gate. Pradhan was waiting for them in his house's beautiful garden. Greetings were exchanged, and sweet lemon juices w...