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  Dear friends, In this world, one thing is constant, and that is change. Once said that who dare to change they perish. We will not perish, we will flourish with your love and support. To bring more life and colour to our blog. We migrate to our new website. https://www.supratimsworld.com/ Hence fourth all the new post will come at this new address only. I therefore request you, to please save this address for all future reference. I hope you all have a much better experience to read, interact & express your views over the new site.  looking forward to see you at there. Till then, au revoir.  Best Regards Supratim Sarkar E - Mail: supratimsworld@protonmail.com

‘Oh, God, I beg of you, I touch your feet time and again, Next birth don't give me a daughter, Give me Hell instead...’   --An old Folk Song from Uttar Pradesh CHAPTER - ONE “I am pregnant” Shreya just utters these words softly. Rajat was in just half laying against the bed-rest and playing with his mobile. He just looks to his beloved wife with a broad smile and says,  “Thank you Jaan, I am so happy today”.  .  Rajat and Shreya met five years back in Raja bazar science college on fest. Rajat at then an engineering student and Shreya pursuing her master’s in chemistry. So basically, it was Shreya’s fest and Rajat was just a guest there. However, Shreya performed a solo singing at that fest. In a magenta color saree and a single bindiya, makes her divinely graceful. Rajat was not able to move his eyes from her.  Rajat never believed that there is something called love at first site but that day he realizes that these absurd things actually ex