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  tenor.com Suddenly, the taxi halted with a strong brake that woke the passenger out of his sleep, and for a second he looked around him a bit confused about where he was and then, realising he was in a taxi, he looked at Ram Dada and asked, ''Driver, what happened? Where are we? What's happening?' Ram Dada ignored the passenger’s query and took it as a sign from him. Ramesh quickly turned around, and facing the passenger, he said in a threatening voice, ''Okay, no funny business, hand over all your goods, and mind you, no tricks,'' and pointed a sharply pointed knife towards the passenger. The passenger raised his hands and uttered in a dreadful tone, "Please, don't hurt me." Ram Dada turned around and hit the passenger on his head with a fist and said, ''Then do as you're told, if you don’t want to get hurt, and hurry up, else it will be very bad for you!'' 🌒 APPEARANCES CAN COME IN MANY DISGUISES. To read more...

  Fididthat.co Milan felt as if someone was being tortured to death. Then there were thrashing noises as the dogs came out of the woods heading for the village. Someone fired a lighted arrow towards the noise. It struck a small bush, setting it on fire, and Milan felt as if someone had just squeezed his heart. As far as he could see, there were dogs and more dogs, hundreds of them! Snarling and howling, heading for the village, as he stared in horror, he saw three huge dogs pounce on a smaller one, biting and tearing it to pieces, turning it to shreds in front of his unbelieving eyes. 🐕 🐕🐕🐕🐕 AAMUR, a strange village with its unusual story. To know more about it. Click on the link to the book 'BIZARRE TALES'  https://notionpress.com/in/read/bizarre-tales-hardcover

  alphacoders.com 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...

  flipanim.com 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

  .deviantart.com 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

alphacoders.com Arvind Shivpuri breathed out, his chest heaving as he gasped for air; he hated the life he was living. In the last six months, his life had turned into a nightmare, and he had started hating everything: his life, his work and his ex-wife Reema. The hard, cold bitch! Who left him for another man? “I hate you, Reema ” Arvind screamed. “Why do you hate her?” A voice came, and it echoed around the living room. Arvind didn't reply but sat there with a mask of hate on his face, his body drenched in sweat, and his hands shaking as waves of anger hit him. “Tell me, Arvind, why do you hate Reema?” the voice came again. Arvind slowly shifts his gaze, his eyes falling on the gun that was lying on the coffee table. “So why do you hate her?” the gun said. 🔫 Arvind Shivpuri, was there something wrong with him, or was something terribly wrong with him?  To find out more, click on the book AMPUTATED MIND - A STORY TO TELL link. https://notionpress.com/in/read/amputate...

  pinterest.com A ndy C ostello wipes his face using a wet tissue paper. His eyes are on the signal, anxiously waiting for it to change, fidgets in his seat as the signal stays red and all around him, cars honk in protest of the signal, and he too leans on his horn, joining the cacophony. Andy was thirty-five years old, and he was a successful Architect. However, this year had been the worst year of his life. After a grumbling and abusive seven years of a non-workable marriage, he divorced his wife, Janet. It had been a bad marriage right from the start. Finally, it was over as the divorce had come through last month, and he was happy, not only happy, but relieved; he was glad that Janet agreed to the divorce without making any nasty scene. The Lord knows that he has tried to save their marriage. However, Janet had become unmanageable. Every day, she picked fights with  him over stupid matters, trying to accuse him of not taking care of her when he tried his level best to...