A LITTLE WALK (Part-2 to the Last Part)

3 lives, 3 perceptions and one end Love...

CHAPTER-2
A NEW FEELING
Six months passed. I was completely busy because of my dad’s over caring and intervening nature in my business. Maybe it is an instinct that his daughter is not going to give a damn about the business but to run around the valley and scream out that she is free from everything. He made sure that I’m always busy with guests not because he is a bloody business man but a loving father in him thought I will get bored if I will not get myself busy with the visitors. A false belief.
One day I spill the beans to my dad that I need a break. Away from the noises, no guests or temporary visitors until I get relaxed and feel fresh to start the second season of my resort accommodation. He laughed at me for using such silly phrases and excuses, but then accepted my demand while grasping the seriousness in my eyes.
The succeeding week spent in the resort by planning how to cherish the moments I will get there, alone. It was a miracle for me. Before twenty years I wanted to run along the wood, howl and dance but could not. Now I can do it, but I do not want to be so childish. I wanted to express my joy in a far more matured way, just because the child in me who craved for a little walk along the wood is no more.
Covering a shawl around my neck I walked out of the resort and advanced towards the place which once I had a fascination to go for sightseeing. Whenever I visited the place during the last six months, being an MD and guide I hardly enjoyed the beauty in front of me. The place was a special destination for couples and my mannerism never let me invade their privacy. But now that I’m alone I can enjoy it with fulsome. I hugged myself by crossing my arms across my chest and moved slowly towards the wood viewing the scenery around me.
Oh how long I have been waiting for this moment. It is so expensive and costly for me. To walk into the deserted valley, to smell the fragrance of the flowers, to feel the chilling caress of the mist, to taste the dew drops from the leafs...it took twenty years and more than twenty crores...!
I tried to reason with her but she acted adamant. I laughed at her for acting like a little kid which infuriated her and I could not digest that I got a tight slap on my cheek from the most innocent girl I have ever seen! I can’t let her overpower me! But how will I react to such things. Oh she is not a little kid to get a slap from me, or am I acting as one to get it from her? I just turned around and stood there, arms crossed. She touched my shoulder and I shrugged it off because I was annoyed. Oh God what am I doing? She didn’t resigned but advanced her hands again and I just did what I did earlier. I felt her hot breath near my earlobe and felt my body melting. But no...I should stop it. As I began to react to her advances, I heard her chuckle and say “who is the kid now?”
Oh how annoying is she! How can she talk to me like that! I tried to talk to her about the impossible dream that she is dreaming, but knocked off when she said “then let’s dream”. That was it...why should I stop myself even after being in love with this “little girl” who proved that minor is me the man who is standing in front of her? However I needed to make a point to consider her proposition just to prolong the time to be away from her. I just looked into her beautiful black eyes which were glistened with unshed tears while she asked, “How long will you make me wait?” I’m not a saint not to kiss, to touch, and to make love to the woman who loves me for about ten years!
The moments we spent together in the valley of Maula were the most beautiful, or to say the dream come true in my life. The secret marriage, the secret love, everything became the most cherishing moments of my life, our life, until they came.My course completed and I was bound to leave the New York City. But felt weary because I felt something tied me to the place where I met a lot of admirers of Sathya. Maybe it was because I heard his name wherever I go and the melodic rhythm that I felt when someone utters his name will be no more when I reach my country. It has been six years that I’m being away from my home. I’m going to enjoy with my parents after so long! So I decided to kept away my wandering thoughts about my so called lover and be so close to my parents.
There were a lot of things to do after spending some close and happy moments with mom and dad. That is why I utilised every single chance of celebrating the presence of my parents, just to compensate the years left behind only by chatting via Skype and their occasional visit to my rented house in New York. Not with heavy heart but with a new feeling and determination I made my steps to match with my dad’s or to say I just pretended that my steps matches him in all ways. That was how the girl from New York City came running to India with the determination of building a business empire of her own just to show her dad. The vision was blurred but the mission was crystal clear.
CHAPTER-3
A CONNECTION
I just looked upward to see the sky not to find it. The huge pine trees stood like giant warriors to guard the wood and the small creature who is ogling at the spectacular vision, me. I walked further into the darkness and pleasantly surprised to find the flying thistledown all around there. The feathery and milky threads of which embroidered the misty atmosphere. I felt like the nature is wearing the most costly gown in the world of milky and silvery designs.
Finally, I came to my destination where I found a rock and sat there to relax for a while. My thoughts once again wandered to the restricted, Sathyanarayan. That was when I noticed a movement behind the deodar tree, the shaking of the thatches, made me shiver with fear. But I was not that much scared to run away from there, because I knew there is no wild animals in the silent valley. As I moved towards the tree and peeped to see what was on the other side, I became bewildered to see a person sitting under the tree and writing something in his diary. My heart leapt with curiosity for a moment to know what was he writing all the way.
My hand moved forward to touch his shoulder and let him know the presence of another living being near him, but withdrew when I realised that my presence will wake him up from the tranquil state. It was a heavenly sight to behold, him, immersed in admiring the beautiful goddess in front of him and his pen travelled along the lines reproducing the celebrated art of God.
I just walked away from there without letting him know that someone peeped into his privacy. His presence took me to the time when I was a crazy teenager who madly and irrevocably fallen in love with an unknown person. Sathyanarayan, a mere thought of him gave me goose bumps. I never wanted to cross the line for an unknown person after being engaged to a handsome and successful man, Vasudev. If I fails to fall in love with him...oh God why I feels like I can wait for the rest of my life for him?
I paced to and fro in the resort lawn and operated the decisions of my dad. The only decision of my dad which made me happy was our family visit to Maula when I was only five. Later on I followed his decisions just to make him happy and studied MBA just to show him off. Anyone who visits me there will definitely think that I’m there to do masters in Literature by seeing the huge collection of books. Dad’s decision of sending me to New York was intolerable for me, but I cherished the years bunking classes and reading books not from library but by buying it. I didn’t care a damn about my exams, because I knew how to pass out scoring good marks. If I studied in my country I surely would missed those moments.
It was his decision of sending me abroad which made me fall in love. The beautiful feeling would have been an alien thing to me if he chose to tie me there itself. I found my happiness and satisfaction by following the strict rules of my dad, by following him and by following my heart. My life felt like a treasure of secrets for me. How much secrets I’m keeping inside that little organ! More than the stress of keeping so many things inside my heart pulsated with ecstasy for being happy form the beginning. But there was a little longing for something...someone whom I can never meet in my life. The anticipations of meeting him somewhat exhilarated when I saw that man. I felt a connection with him. Rubbish. But I need to take a decision soon, only for me, my happiness, not to share with anyone else, not even dad.
Her parents stepped into our life like a storm in the calmness and it was full of shocking revelations and self realizations. I felt irritated with their behaviour and guilt at the same time. Guilt that they are pointing the reality, they are not wrong at all. I was shocked to see her hysterically quarrelling with her parents for intervening in her personal life. What made her react in that way? How can she be so selfish, for me? How can she behave so badly with them? I stood near the window, gaping at the beautiful sight of nature, but failed to enjoy it due to stress over the recent incidents. I felt the dark wood and its horrifying wildness is reflecting in my life too. For the first time I failed to recognise the beauty in it.
She hugged me from back just to shrug off by me. I walked straight to bed and my foot came to a halt when I heard her sobbing. I cannot see her crying. How can I ignore her just for standing for me? Of course she did wrong, but I knew I was her world, the only thing she wanted in her life was my love, and it was the same for me. I will not be able to express my love to her in fulsome, because I myself don’t know how to. The only thing I can do was just to look into her eyes to see whether she can see the unconditional love that I’m struggling to pour over her or not.
When I came and took her to a bear hug, she jerked me off and walked to the bed. I sat beside her only to see her moving away from me. Her moving away from one end of the bed from me to the other end made my body go weak. It is just our bed! I can walk up to there and I did the same. But she was not the one to surrender so easily. She moved from one place to the other just to be followed by me. After walking around like kids playing catch-me-if-you-can I sat on the couch when I felt the last stray of my patience is no more. One more round will definitely make me pour out all the anger and frustration by shouting at her for acting like a naughty child when all I wanted was to pacify her. She came and sat beside me, this time I moved away and mentally chided as I realised that a man of his forties is acting like a kid now even after getting frustrated by his wife’s antics, then how can I expect a mature approach from her. She is just a little girl man. My lips curved into a smile when I realised how crazy and childish I gets to be when she is around.
I pleasantly surprised when I felt her soft wait on my lap. She was sitting on my lap locking her hands around my neck and whispered, “Don’t ever think of going away.” The mere whisper was a powerful command by which I realised what would have been her feelings when her parents showed her the divorce papers and asked her to move away from me!
CHAPTER-4
WHEN I FOLLOWED AND MADE DECISIONS
The morning was so pleasant after taking the major decision of my life. I walked up to the reception area to find it empty. For the first time I felt bad for being lonely. I saw Vasudev entering there and felt the loneliness is better than spending time with him. When he approached me I was in short of words. No greetings no formalities or no other intro, he took my hand in his and asked the reason for rejecting him after getting engaged. It has been three months that we got engaged and he is the one who put forward the proposal in front of dad, the reason being his love for me when we were doing our schooling.
He tried his level best to convince me, but I didn’t budge. He cried out, screamed on top of his voice, captured my hands in his, and hugged what not, only to see me without any expressions. He shook me vigorously holding my shoulders. I felt all my patience turning to wrath and I slapped him so hard that he fallen down from the sofa to the floor and looked up at me exasperated. I was no less in screaming that I used my entire strength to knock in some sense to let him know that I don’t want to marry him but waiting for the one whom I love more than anything in the world. He strode towards the door defeated and turned towards me as if asking who the one, without expecting an answer, but I just feigned ignorance to his intervention and moved to the reception area.
I felt like refreshed. But a big storm is yet to come, dad! Within minutes I got his call and I prepared myself to face the thunder awaiting me only to find a faint word, “why?” Sorry dad was the only thing I could manage to utter. And his deafening silence made my cheeks go wet with tears. His next words made me go still that he will not come to me ever for making him bow down his head in front of his friend come business partner. I asked him between my sobs, “don’t I have the right...to take my life’s decision...for once?” Heard the line going dead.
After what seemed like eternity I saw a man approaching there with a big baggage and stood in front of me in the reception area. I looked up at him and identified him as the same man whom I saw in the wood. There he stood with his grinning smile and asked me for a room where he will not be heard any noises and disturbances. I smiled at his demand, because he made me remember about my own nature and said that there are no other visitors and assured him his privacy. I gave him a form and asked him to fill it for the purpose of his admission. He filled it and gave me with a soft smile. I looked through it and my eyes popped out because of shock by reading his name, Khuresh Ali Khan. He is a Muslim! Unbelievable!
After the pause, I led him towards my favourite room in the resort which I never showed to anyone, but him. I thought he will like it, and he said he love it the way it is made and said that the classy interior makes it more beautiful. I left him with a last smile not before asking him to call if he needs anything and he nodded with a contented smile. I smiled sarcastically at the contradictions of my concepts regarding my life and the actuality of it, how it drives me to some place where I do not want to go.
Next day was a hectic one. Being the rival of the great business tycoon Mr Narendrdev was like a game for me. But being the rival of my own father in law was something made my throat go sore. He never accepted me in front of public. What a joke! He never did it personally during the last one month living under the same roof then what in show off! It was then when he got the eighty five percent contract of constructing a governmental building along with me being the twenty five percent partner that he called aside and told that I can never match his status or power and he will never leave a single chance to show me down and hurt me. I chuckled on his child like dialogue of taking revenge from me and remembered how his daughter threatened me to marry her otherwise she will kill me though she knew that I will marry her and she won’t hurt me even when I reject her. Adamant, it is genetic, I realised. I turned to him and said, “You can show me down, but you can never hurt me, because when you will succeed in hurting me you will suffer the same pain...in your heart.”
I walked inside my room and found my wife all furious over something. Oh s**t! Why can’t she just leave her animosity towards her dad? She may have heard the news of the contract or the dumb old man may have showed off his heroism by boasting on his success. Why don’t he just shut his mouth up and calm down for some time. He forgets that he is killing his daughter and making my wife a deadly monster! God help me deal with it. I sent a silent prayer to the heaven and approached her writing a big essay in mind to spill out to her own relationships, sorry blood relations.
I’m so...I began to apologise but cut shot by her furious look. No man can stand his wife, if she has such pretty face and funny pout to make you melt, then no wonder you will kneel down in front of her. That was what I did. I took her hands in me after kneeling down and asked the matter. She looked into my eyes and said “it is Sunday”. Moral, a husband should not forget the days and promises. But I forgot. I promised her that I will take her to have ice cream. I said sorry for the nth time but she did not budge a little and complained, “You promised me and I promised him”. I repeated my apologies and asked with utter shock, “who the hell is he?” my voice showed shock, jealousy and possessiveness, because it is for the first time she is crying and pouting for someone else which I can’t even think of. I shook her by her shoulder and asked again, this time a little loudly. Her eyes were glistened and she caressed my cheek while saying that, “he is hungry and complained about you. How can I hear someone complaining against you, that too him.” And she guided my right hand to her tummy. I smiled meekly and said “It is a little girl, like you”
CHAPTER-5
REVELATIONS
“I want some cold water, to drink.” “Pardon me Mr Khan, but it is winter season!” “It is ok; I want some cold-cold-cold water to get over the freezing climate.” “But you are not supposed to drink here; it is clear in the protocol that you have signed earlier.” “But I can’t stand this damn whether anymore!” “Not my concern... Anyways Mr I will bring the room service to set bonfire. Is it ok with you?” “Whatever... thank you.” His voice annoyed to the core and I heard him grit his teeth out of anger.
Seven days...seven days passed! I and my special guest shared a great camaraderie and I felt that he enjoyed my company. We were talking everything about nothing in a beautiful evening sitting in the balcony of the resort when we began to talk about our personal lives. I shared my craze towards the valley and my hectic life abroad. That is when I asked him about his life expecting nothing but silence, because he was an introvert as far as I knew him, though it is just eight days. For my shock I heard him say Chitral. I’m not sure I heard it right. So I responded, “sorry...I...I didn’t...” “You heard me right, Chitral...” I stood up and walked to my room without turning back to let him get a glimpse of my expression. After pacing to and fro across my room thinking and thinking on the revelations just happened, I decided to meet him in the mess at eight.
“So you came. I thought you will not Talk to me.” “No Mr Khan, it is not like that. It is something I just couldn’t digest in the first bite.” “So you do now, right?” “Maybe...”I casted my eyes downwards, couldn’t face his eyes which seemed to be offended by my reaction earlier and the humiliation that his countenance showed burned me down. “Is it that disgusting for you to face a Pakistani?” I heard him ask, his voice trembling. I composed myself and looked into his wet eyes and said, rather stated to myself, “You can’t be a terrorist.” He chuckled to my statement and poked my shoulder lightly.” Is that a beautiful place”, I heard my own voice which I couldn’t stop. “It is Miss. Kalash...a beautiful valley in the village of Chitral, the place where I spent a lot of time when I was a little boy. You know what Miss; the houses were built on the hill side which looks like small boxes hung on it when we watch it from a distance. It is a heaven on earth for me, and the second best thing that happened to me is Maula.”
We spent more time together and I came to know more about him and his life. He was a business man. “If an American can seal a deal, then what makes me alien Miss?” He was right. What makes the difference!
It was a cool and calm Sunday morning, the chilling whether pushed my mind to go hide my body inside the quilt and sleep some more. I heard him walk knock on my bedroom door and I asked not to disturb me. After an hour I got up and freshened up. Then walked to the lobby and told the receptionist not to let anyone meet me today as I’m feeling a little tired. Then I walked to his room to walk out disappointed because of his absence. As I began to get out of there I saw his diary lying on the bedside table. I know it is bad to invade others privacy, especially if the person shares almost everything regarding him with you. I’m not one such. The reason why my movement halted suddenly was some papers heaped and flowed here and there in the room. A bunch of papers laid on the bed were new but my attention was on the one which peeped out from his diary as if calling me to honour it a chance to be in my arms. I sneaked towards it in a trance, the old, very old, may be an antique manuscript of something I clearly knew to my soul, A little walk!
“I love you baby”. “Whom are you talking with?” “Oh don’t disturb me little girl! “You are so rude!” “Don’t be like a kiddo baby...” “Was that to me?” “Isn’t that obvious?” “You are impossible!” And ir...resistible! I know.” The sweet nothings we shared the last night pricked my heart. We had shared some lovely talks with each other and our new found happiness, our baby to be born. I never thought that it will be possible for me to cherish such moments. To be in the arms of the most beautiful woman in the world, inside out. To feel a life inside her, by me, of a part me, us.
If something happens to her or our baby, I will never be able to forgive myself. If I would have listened to her when I walked out of there for office, this fatal incident could not have occurred. It is my entire mistake to believe her parents more than my wife whom I just thought as a kid who wants to prove her right by showing her parents wrong. But those things now turned out to be reality. It was not her assumptions. They really tried to wipe of all the memory of me from her, even the life that yet to touch the earth. But they never thought that things could also turn like this, the possibility that they could also end up in such a situation where they are now. If they thought of all those things, they wouldn’t have done this. Never.
Now that they are crying their heart out, I felt that things going to change when she will wake up. May be it is all part of God’s game to make us united to her parents forever. In-between the sobs I reassured myself that everything happens for a reason. They are her parents’ man! If they are doing something it for the sake of their daughter. Sometimes people makes mistake. They also did, by ignoring her happiness with me. But once she will return to life, to me, they will never do wrong to our relationship. They will never try to snatch her from me.
CHAPTER-6
ALONE BUT NOT LONLY
By Sathaynarayan. Are my eyes deceiving me? Is it true that...that...he...Is? No! There is something more in it. I saw most of the manuscript was written in red ink which I never read in the short story, and the rest being written in black was published worldwide. My favourite and his first ever short story, A Little Walk!
When I walked towards the reception area I noticed the beautiful girl playing games in her tab and furrowed her eyebrows occasionally. May be she is being chased by someone, in the game! When I approached her, she showed me her ever plastered smile which she dedicated to every guests she meets. And without making me utter a word informed that her boss is ill and taking rest in her. Being a gentleman that I am, I went to her room to show my concerns only to find her nowhere there. I walked away from there but my foot turned towards a painting of a masculine hand keeping a hero pen and in the white canvas there written “Sathyanarayan” with a stylish font and in a corner "my love forever..."

“I ran towards the main balcony hoping that he may be there.” I flew to the balcony to meet her.” “I need to clear all doubts.” “I need to know the reason behind her silly antics.”
We both clashed to each other and stood still for a moment. Before I could ask her something, I noticed the papers in her hand. Oh how can I forget that! When it is all a mystery, how am I supposed to interrogate her? No, this can’t be true. I became nervous for the first time and my lips trembled with fear for nothing but nothing.
You’re not him. You can’t be him; I heard her murmuring to me. The shock in her eyes was nothing but sheer disappointment. Clearing my throat I asked her dejectedly, “is that because I...I’m a Pakistani?” “Even then I love you” her voice was soothing which made my knees go weak. But then she showed the manuscript in front of me asking about the deadly torture that I made to the work of art by publishing just the skull of it. I can’t say that to her, nor to anyone. I just turned to go, but she pulled my arm and turned me to her, face to face, my eyes looking for any object to focus but her.
“Why couldn’t you do justice to your own letters Mr Sathayanarayan?” Her voice felt like roaring. How much power she possesses, that too over me! How much I wanted to roar back and ask her to back away from me, albeit I found myself shivering under her piercing gaze. “I can’t believe that you killed your own work!” Did she just say that? No, I can’t let her build a misconception about me. I should clear everything today, now, at this moment. Earning a lot of courage and looked up at her but saw her walking away from me. And the papers were in my hand. I was there, although my mind was wandering all around, viz I was deaf to all her words and my body gone numb to feel that she made me clutch the papers in my hand. Putting it in the pocket, I ran to her and made her face me. She shrugged of my hand and tried to walk away. The only thing that stopped her was my pleading eyes.
“I was twenty then”, he started to narrate something, maybe about the reason why he omitted the soul part of the story. I feigned indifference to his efforts, though my ears glued to hear his voice. “First time I came to India. I wanted to do my degree from Aligad University. I got the admission; nevertheless, I faced a lot of problems while staying here. You know the reason.” I sighed on his statement as if assuring that I know and you don’t need to repeat it. “It was then that I came to hear about this valley. I felt an inclination towards this place and often visited. This was the place wherein I found solace and began to word my feelings. Because no one will be here to fight me, humiliate me, or to disgrace and doubt me on my character being a Pakistani.” How much he suffered. I wanted to ask him why didn’t he tried in a different country, but I felt my throat getting dry. “I saw a beautiful little girl...who captured my mind and soul...it is bad to say that I felt an infatuation towards her...and it is bad to hide the truth that I really madly fallen in love with her...her nature, perceptions, ideals, tenderness....” So it is the story of that little girl, I thought. “She is the epitome of humanity...you know why..? A girl of about five, her eyes conveyed volumes. She defined how to be a real human being. She was so modest; such a rich girl could be that loving and considerate...! She was such a vision I can never forget.” “I wish I could be in her...” I couldn’t help but mumble and brought back to reality when his voice choked my sense, “Excuse me?” “Ah...I’m here...Jus..Just go on...”
“She clutched my hands when she got afraid of the darkness ahead. She thought I’m her dad and asked me not to leave her hand. I so wanted to prolong the moments but her hand slipped away from mine and I was lost somewhere. I found myself alone. I lost her.” His voice becoming louder and I saw him breaking down. “How silly a man can be, right?” I looked on. “How am I supposed to sell my feelings? How can I face the world for being such a worse human being for falling in love with or to say building up a platonic affair with a little girl? How can I face the tortures and scrutinizing gaze of the world even after facing a lot of humiliation regarding my ethnicity?” This time I found my body shaking by his tight clutches. I tried to calm him down in vain. He cried out loud. I asked is he still waiting for that little girl to turn around, for my relief he nodded in negative. “It is past; the past twenty years...I have seen a lot of people like her. Bu...But she is special, because she was too little to be a philosopher or sort.”
We walked to the lobby and sat on a sofa. All this while he held my hand in his. I felt secured. “I want to ask you...” I said after an eternal silence and the prevailing silence was broken by his soothing voice, “ask what?” “I want to ask you...” “I didn’t get you...complete it...” “I’ve completed” with that I stood up and marched towards my room. Unable to face him. Maybe he will get the shock of his life or he will make fun of me believing it as a mere joke or flirting. “You must be kidding.” “No ways. I’ve never been this serious” “Don’t play Miss” “No need for for...mality” I shouted without turning to him. “I won’t do that...You are not that nave as I thought...” He giggled. “Is that a compliment?” “That was a self thought” “If you want me to be nave, I’ll practice from tomorrow.” “That must be the worst joke I’ve ever heard” “Seriously...” “What?” “I mean I said seriously” “No more chants...impossible” He ran to his room and I heard him shutting it without letting me reply. It is going to be so fun. Yes, my life with him is going to be so much fun.
She is responding to the medications, but we need to be extra careful and we can’t take a chance but opt for abortion. I can’t afford to lose her or our baby. I was in a dilemma. “I did not know what to do. She will be alright doc...? If proceeds with abor...I mean ab...” I couldn’t complete and the doctor didn’t let me to, and he patted my shoulder reassuringly. The doctor took me to his room and made me sit there. “You should listen to me patiently. The problem is her falling down from the staircase had caused some fatal damages to her lower abdomen. And you know the obvious consequences.” I’m listening...yes listening without blinking my eyes. “The tests are going on and I’m not sure whether she...it’s up to her medical conditions. But now my concern is something else...I mean you should hope for the worst and I can’t assure you anything. I can’t give you false hopes.” “She will be fine right?” “You didn’t get me right? Well, she will be fine, not completely. Maybe a memory loss, paralysis, or the worst, co...” I didn’t let him complete his words and shouted on top of my voice, “NO...NO...NO...Never...She...she will be perfect.” “Please calm yourself down. I said the possibilities, not sure.” “Say only what you are sure about; I can’t afford to hear the worst assumptions about her from anyone. Be a doctor, treat her, and please do your best, I believe in one thing...Destiny.” I stomped out of the room only to bump up with her father. I wanted his shoulder to cry my heart out, then and there, but he didn’t face me or couldn’t face me. I felt I’m done with everything and I lost everything.
We walked into her room following the doctor to find her wide awake after three whole weeks. She never slept for so long! I sighed with relief. The doctor talked to her and cheered her up. All this while I was standing in a distance where she can see me only if she peeps through the doctor’s left arm or her father’s right arm. I wanted her to do that, like the other day when she peeped from behind the deodar tree to find me writing my diary, lest she knew that it was her, whom I found the celebrated art of God...the most beautiful art of God whom I found in Maula! And I saw her big beautiful orbs....wandering...for a glimpse of me...once again!

Author's Note

I've completed typing the entire 'long story' today. And I want my lovely readers to enjoy it...and yes, you'll get bored sometimes as it's a bit llagging. But believe me it has some twists and turns.And the outbursts of the characters are completely psychological and my only concern is their emotions and mental trauma. I hope you'll like it. Please kindly ignore the grammar mistakes

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[Lee]

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