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  • redlostgirl 2w

    What is love?

    Love is the most beautiful feeling in the world. We can't explain it exactly what it is because every single person has different meanings of it, for some its freedom, for some its cage, for some its boundaries and for some its limitless. Love is beautiful but love nasty and painful too. When I was young, may 16. That stranger feeling called LOVE touched my cheeks in the form of blush pink and fast heartbeats for the first time. Until the time he was chasing for me to accept his love everything was pink and fast. He was gentleman tho but as soon as I accepted his love it turned into something black and dark thing. The restriction and boundaries he sets for me to what to wear or what to eat or whom to talk was really suffocating and toxic. Love can be a worst memory. Then I fall in love again later. May be I was 18 or something but his love was limitless, true happiness and joy. The feeling remains pink. Love can be a beautiful memory too.
    ©redlostgirl

  • surabhig 3w

    #journalprompt
    #wod
    #pod
    #longpost
    #longpostalert

    Today, 24th may 2021, the most usual day as it would be.
    I woke up got fresh and started the daily music dose, to bear the regularity of life.
    Then, i opened my laptop and started to glance through the mails, that will eat up my head today.
    It was a very boring and a regular Monday morning, everyone was wishing good morning on our group chat, being a work from home culture !!

    While my tasks for the day were being planned,
    I got a message from a colleague,
    Saying pls do this,
    She wasn't my boss,
    Neither any senior,
    Just as me, the same level junior,
    It hit me hard as her tone,
    Wasn't cool,
    Ordering me, was never her tool.

    I was upset and moreover distressed,
    Monday morning,
    And such troubling,
    Was all i could anticipate.

    Its with deep breaths,
    That i got somehow,
    Back to normal,
    Carrying out some tasks,
    Making myself little stronger.

    To all the rescue then comes,
    My best friend,
    My office survival kit,
    Is his name,
    As the name,
    So is the fame,
    Work, help and what not to say.

    I ranted and ranted,
    About all the politics,
    I knew he was the only one,
    Who could understand,
    Without judging,
    I always had a crush on him,
    More than looks,
    His deeds,
    Impressed me.

    His nature and always there for me,
    These things went on adding,
    That feeling to me,
    If only i had him,
    Besides,
    Not only as a work partner,
    But someone to say as partner of life,
    What fun would the act of surviving be.

    It turned upside down,
    When he said,
    He is looking for a switch,
    My mind was almost down the rail,
    Looking and wondering,
    How to survive,
    In his absence.

    From Dreaming of him,
    To Being my partner forever,
    To settling down,
    With hidden crush,
    And then office colleague,
    To a best friend's zone,
    There was a storm within me,
    How would i survive,
    If my kit is lost,
    I would definitely,
    Loose in the wait of his hault.

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    The fear of absence

    ©surabhig

  • psychologygirl 15w

    MUST READ POST

    Do you heard about AYESHA from Ahmedabad?

    You must be, if not she committed suicide on 25th last month releasing a video as her husband tortured her brutally.

    is MENTAL TORTURE a big think?

    Okay we'll get into this later.

    Have to seen dove's new Ad
    #StopTheBeautyTest

    Is there a Correlation between the two?

    Okay lets take one more example:
    Few days back one family came to my house for my rista.
    My father told me to apply BB Cream to look white and he said

    "Apan ko kisi bhi halat me apne aap ko pasand karvana hi hai iss bar. Aur unhone aap se pucha ki ap shadi ke bad padhyengi ya job krengi to apko "haan" nahi bolna hai, apko bolna hai jese apke ghar me hoga me vesa karungi"

    That uncle asked my father-
    Shadi me aap kitna karcha karengy?
    Or apni beti ko kya kya dengy?


    Ahh! Can you now see the correlation!

    Every girl has been told:

    "Bardast karna seekho"
    "Ladki ghar se dulhan banke jaati hai par vapis अर्थी mehi aati hai"
    Etc etc.....

    1) First correct this "BARDAST" meaning and set a limit.
    2) Dont push your daughter's into a Marriage where her worth is not weighted
    3) Accept "TALAAK" as an option. Do not think what others will say.
    4) take "Pre-Matrial counseling" to fill those missing gaps.
    5) Compromise and adjustments are part of every relationship but that's not a thing of only one partner.
    6) As a parent , Make your daughters Believe that you'll be there no matter what.


    As a girl what can you do?

    1) Observe thoroughly
    2)Talk straightforward
    3)check whether there's possibility of Compromise! If yes, is it from both the sides?
    4) Do not marry someone when you're heart is saying No.
    5) where DEMANDS are first, you first and last option should be always NO
    6)You can never be without an option remember that and allah is with you.

    **jiski jaha kismat hai,
    rista wahi hota hai.
    Talaaq ke bad bhi,
    Dubara nikaah hota hai**


    ©psychologygirl

  • shivtado 20w

    Ever wondered about your existence?
    Have you ever tried to find answers to your questions?
    Have you?????

    @mirakee @writersnetwork @mirakeeworld @readwriteunite @writerstolli #myself #I #longpost #poetry #life

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    Lost in the identity of self,
    I searched the meaningful,
    Least, what I could get,
    Is not that same regret.

    Many published their ideas of me,
    I picked and chose that seem close,
    To my doubts, to my fake
    I remain slept throughout, yet I was awake.

    Truth, what an easy goal I found,
    I listened, contradicted, ignored my mind,
    Silence, echoed the loudest noise,
    Wisdom is rare, but who isn't wise?

    Took alternate routes for same destiny,
    Wanderer me, confused the journey,
    Is it the path that holds importance?
    Or, is it the mind over matter.

    Seeking the confidential of origin,
    The original me is lying in open,
    Will there be answers for my questions?
    Or will I myself remain a question?
    ©shivtado

  • fallency 21w

    #life #wod
    #writersnetwork
    #longpost
    #skipifyouwant
    #nothingserious

    Dear @writersnetwork, thank you for the ❤️
    #wnliked

    Life is beautiful. Everyone says so. I have accepted it as a fact. As I have accepted that sun rises in west on venus. I know how many planets are there in the solar system, I know, I am nothing but a speck in this vast universe, I have memorised it all and can repeat the same when suited.

    Because when I tell people that though I know, I would like to experience it with my own eyes, they make fun of me.

    For when I tell people that life is not beautiful at times, they lecture me, forcing me to accept that it is beautiful.

    When I was young and naive, I used to argue with people that I have yet to see the glimmer and spark of beauty in life, they taught me that one should appreciate the small things and live life without any regrets.

    But they don't know that I have regrets. They don't know that I am nothing but a tattered cloth covering up my bruised soul.

    They force me to see the brighter sides and I know, I have accepted that life is good. But they don't know that life has its darker moments too and there is no shame in accepting it.

    I know life is beautiful with all the shortcomings. I smile vividly at the good things but I also cry bitterly at the bad ones.

    I have always believed that if you see only the brighter colours then, darker shades start losing essence and eventually, brighter shades will lose the glimmer too.

    Hence, I apprecite both shades. I draw my sky with black but my moon is pure white. I let my candle burn brightly in the dark night. I know that sometimes I fly while other times, I find it hard to crawl.

    But if you ask me about life, I will tell you that it is beautiful and show you my widest smile.

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    Life

    ©fallency

  • psychologygirl 24w

    #marriage #woman #longpost #equality #discrimination #ego #writersnetwork

    It's been 37 years of Marriage ,
    Still they dont like each other.

    It's been 36 years of parenthood ,
    Still they don't equally love their children's.

    Years are getting older
    Not the people.

    I wonder where is love here ?

    All i can see is EGO.

    These three letters are heavier than a cloud.

    You aren't ready to listen.
    You force people to listen you.

    A very thin line between asking and getting...

    If you don't respect your people
    There's nothing you learned in life.

    Maybe less educated woman don't match your status.
    Maybe your daughter don't listen to you.

    But you can't divorce a man just because he's dominating?

    Or can you ?

    You can, but society will not accept this reason.

    But it's fine, perfectly fine living with a person who doesn't value you, you also don't like him.
    But it's okay.

    Atleast you are married

    And it's not important "THAT YOU'RE NOT HAPPILY MARRIED"

    ©psychologygirl

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    EGO

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  • psychologygirl 24w

    Just a thought

    People really dont know "How you feel" ?

    Maybe because they don't "think like you"

    But we expect them to "accept ourself" as we are.

    Your thoughts are on rear view mirror
    And those people are the indication

    "Objects in the Mirror Are Closer Than They Appear"

    You're thinking more about "can you make it"

    Rather than "try it one more time"

    Nothing is fixed man !
    You can shift and adjust....

    Why you're running from yourself
    Or
    Why are you running ?

    You know all the answers
    But there deep inside you're worrying about the consequences.

    Don't be.
    Let it be.

    Take a deep breath.....
    Decide what you want actually.
    What is happiness for you ,
    Find that


    ©psychologygirl

  • psychologygirl 29w

    Reel / Real

    There was something she was hiding inside.

    That one slap of her father changed her childhood, she hates him being around.

    The way his father behaves with her mother make her feelings worst.

    When she took a stand for her mother she denied.

    Calling it "samaj me rehne ke lie aurat ko jhukna padhta hai"

    She was dark in colour and people comment makes it more darker.

    Her teeth was not aligned which made people laugh on her every line.

    She was jealous. So jealous that she created a fake profile of a girl, uploading her pictures.

    A teen with THIS-MENTAL-STATE

    She was happy people started talking her but one day she heard talking about cyber crimes.

    She was frightened.
    " what to do"

    She wrote " LOSER" with blade on her leg.

    I wish we can feel that pain.
    I wish we can change something.

    Ah! She was dying each day, finding love in everywhere.
    From family to friends to boyfriends..

    All went in vein. She couldn't trust anyone as everyone was breaking the castle of sand.

    She fell in love, the boy used her and went with someone else.
    She cried and begged him.
    She wanted him to stay.

    But he ruined her life making her image as a Prostitude.

    She could not handle this and attempted suicide.

    Damn!!! God has some other plans.

    She tried again...
    One cut a day to 38 cuts a day to cutting her vein.


    Her parents didnt asked.
    She didn't tell.
    The boy also left.

    She ran from home.
    Came back when her feet was burning walking miles.

    She failed in academics once who was a bright student.
    Her parents wants her to opt maths but she wants to be an author.

    Look , she was lost.
    joining the class with juniors.

    Failure is not Disappointing.
    Consequences are.

    She spend one year of her school life bunking the classes sitting in the washroom.

    That was "depression".
    The word she never knew
    The feeling she always had.

    There was continous suicidal thoughts, there was continous pain inside her.

    Just to get rid away she kissed one boy Betraying another.

    She was living but as non living.

    So confused and so sad.
    Searching for LOVE everywhere.

    Finally the day was there.

    She find the right guy.
    He tries to compensate her dismantle memories.
    It was like a rollercoaster ride.

    And then.
    They had sex.

    Both decided to get married.

    But the boy's mother wanted his son to marry a girl of her choice.

    It was a Boomerang.

    The boy left.
    Leaving her in misery.


    She decided to go court but thinking about her parenta she stopped.

    She couldnot speak for her just because
    "YE DUNIYA JEENE NAHI DEGI"

    Her life was like a mountain.

    There was something she was hiding inside.

    The men has changed everything.


    ©psychologygirl

  • pepper_16 47w

    Still waiting..!��❤️
    As I remember that musical love night.

    @pinknpurple @writersnetwork @adithir @mirakeeworld @writersbay

    #ecstasyc #poetry #longPost

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    ECSTASY.

    Raising goosebumps all over,
    You kissed again my shoulder.
    I was high
    You were my sky.
    I swayed gainst you, giggling
    Moans and ecstasy increasing.
    Music was loud,
    So was my stammering heart
    If it wasn't alcohol
    Then what it was?
    I wondered..
    As it worked wonders
    Whatever it was.
    Pleasure so appealing,
    I craved it more..
    You trailed kisses
    Making me sore.
    Sensous was the environment
    As we moved and peppered
    Love bites.
    Enchanting and blissful
    Our heaven looked like.
    I was in your arms,
    As my dress began to slip.
    I couldn't wait more, to be yours
    Desperate or whatever one may call.
    My nails dug deeper
    In the bewilderment of your hairs.
    I gasped aloud
    As you kissed and stared.
    Your hands worked smooth
    I mumbled like a whisper
    I was lost dancing
    As we talked Sinister.
    In laungauage of aliens
    Who just make sounds
    No words instead whimpers.
    My backless back
    When touched your presence
    I felt vulnerable and wanted
    In the crowd on the terrace.
    Terrace bar! Yeah!
    I pulled you closer,
    Heaved a sigh
    No! Don't tell me it was a lie.
    You played with my body
    In the best possible way.
    My lavender got mixed
    With your peaches hay.
    You Turned on
    My sensitive regions.
    From my black locks
    To my lesions.
    That night we made love
    In my dreams
    As you soon dissolved
    In the crowd and gleam.

    ©pepper_16

  • the_awkward_philosopher 51w

    And the sky changes colour
    To the calm blues like
    An old man sitting in the balcony
    And reading his days of youth
    From the dried up pages.
    And the sky turns to a fierce orange
    Like a flame dancing in the forest
    The flame that resembles a revolution
    Just like the revolution of the
    Africans in America for freedom
    Or that of the Indians against
    The British empire.
    Far in the shade of a banyan
    Two men are sitting
    Ignoring the comments of the
    Society and living their romance.
    In the temple two men
    One from the lower cast
    And one from the upper class
    Pray to the same god.
    The breeze flows freely
    Almost like taking all the
    Thoughts of inequality along
    With it to the barren deserts
    To be mixed with the soil.
    The birds chirp the songs
    Of the joy and ecstasy
    And a free mind by the
    Lake weaves a poem
    About the sunsets and revolutions.

    #mirakee #mirakeewriters #mirakeewriter #writer #writer #poets #longpost #readwriteunite #freedom #equality #sunsets #revolutions @mirakee @readwriteunite

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    Sunsets and revolutions

    And the sky changes colour
    From the calm blues like
    An old man sitting in the balcony
    And reading his days of youth
    From the dried up pages..
    ©the_awkward_philosopher

  • she_wrote 54w

    I need my own God .
    I need my own God who bleed profusely ,
    To my mother's shock, my whining could be heard by neighbours around.
    I saw neighbourhood aunty closing the door of her balcony when I demanded my mother about the God who bleeds profusely.
    It wasn't just a demand ,
    I wanted him to realise I genuinely craved for strength when the period was unbearable and my scarlet heart diminished with each passing moment on "those days".
    When it first began ,
    I was told that it was like "signing in" in the world of Womanhood
    Just like Facebook ,
    Wish I had knows it does comes with creeps like cramps and orthodox beliefs
    Once
    I heard my aunt say, "we are women , our spirit of womanhood can endure anything life throws at us".
    I wanted to ask, didn't it hurt her spirit to sleep in isolated hut in the farm and endure everything in seclusion?
    Strange enough ,
    My thoughts wander off to Panchal Kumari
    Who bled profusely when she was dragged to the court of men,
    She was the queen, slave they called her , whore it sound to many
    But she was human, vulnerable before those who humiliated her womanhood
    I wanted to ask was she also expected to endure anything?
    Maybe!
    Maybe she didn't endure and her vengeance led to the end of an entire Yug.
    Back to present
    My voice was loud and clear
    I wanted my own God
    So, to calm my senses
    Mother told me about the bleeding Goddess in Assam,
    The Scarlet fluid didn't hurt anyone till now
    Mighty men bow before her , no hesitation it seems to me then
    Even grandfather has paid a visit to her in his youth
    Yet my mind had still managed to confuse
    Then why men of the family abhorred the blood , stained or not it still hurt their pride
    My thoughts wandered off yet again
    I couldn't understand what mother tried to make me believe
    Was she telling me am I the goddess?
    Or was it my womanhood so strong that it could end this Yuga?


    I left the thought and prayed that day
    I asked the cosmos for a god of my own , who knew of moon cycle and extend its blessing on those women who were expected to endure everything in the name of shared womanhood.

    ©She_wrote
    Kanchan Balodi

    @writersnetwork
    @mirakee
    #pod #writersnetwork #mirakee #writersofmirakee #periods #mooncycle #society #life #stigma #life #womanhood #taboo #musing #longpost #menstrualhealth #breakthetaboo

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    Blood

    I heard my aunt say, "We are women, our spirit of womanhood can endure anything life throws at us".
    I wanted to ask, Didn't it hurt her spirit to sleep in isolated hut in the farm and endure everything in seclusion?

    ©she_wrote
    Kanchan Balodi

  • shrishti_11 55w

    If only my imagination could turn
    slums into palaces
    Bad into good
    Wars to peace
    I should think more .
    I should feel more,
    Because its an escape from reality
    It liberates my astral thoughts unlike the ones clutched in the manacles made by society.

    If only my imagination could turn
    Tragedy into comedy
    Philosophy into practicality
    And every love story to end happily.
    I should think more,
    I should feel more,
    Because no one can hurt me here
    I still can trust and move without any fear.

    If only my imagination could turn,
    The place I live in safer and healthier
    The land I strive on free from any malign or drear
    The world where we look after eachother
    I should think more,
    I should feel more.
    Because then I might be able to accept more of the mortal universe.

    #imagination #reality #mirakee #longpost

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    If only my imagination could turn...

  • the_awkward_philosopher 58w

    Paused

    Those who were running from
    Themselves in search of themselves
    Are now scared to face the mirrors.
    The ones who were busy with all
    The ideas and plans for tomorrow
    Are now struggling to keep
    Their brains thinking, working
    Afraid of the oblivion,
    Of the scarcity of thoughts
    That might occur.
    The whole world running
    Aimlessly to a destination
    That doesn't exist, now
    Just paused, still.
    The chaos of the roads
    And the screeching of the tyres.
    The hustle at the malls
    And the jogs at the parks.
    Everything just ceased
    Overtaken by a deep calm.
    One which was long forgotten
    A calm that people were scared of.
    A calm they were told was forbidden.
    A calm they didn't realize was possible.
    Amidst this calm, man faces himself
    And the nature heals itself,
    The sun has a little extra shine
    And the grass is a little extra greener
    On both the sides now
    The stars have a little extra shine
    And the sky has a little extra stars.
    The air has a little extra life
    And the man has a lot of extra time
    To write, to sing, to dance,
    To play, to talk, to make food,
    To live and not to run but walk.

    ©the_awkward_philosopher

  • sunofyah913 59w

    DRUNK ON DESPAIR
    (POEM)


    SO MANY HARSH DAYS GO BY AND I STILL CRY DON'T ASK ME WHY BUT WHEN I DIE (YOU'LL KNOW THE TRUTH),
    BUT AS FOR NOW IT'S GIN AND JUICE,
    I NEED TO DROWN ALL OF MY PAIN WITH SOMETHING STRONG TO KEEP ME TAMED,
    'CAUSE IF I DON'T I'D GO INSANE THE GIN IS SOOTHING FOR MY BRAIN,
    AND SO I NEED LIKE SEVERAL SHOTS THAT'S SEVERAL POURS THAT'S SEVERAL KNOCKS UPON MY CHEST BECAUSE IT BURNS MY VISION BLURS MY STOMACH TURNS MAYBE ONE DAY I'LL FINALLY LEARN THAT WHAT I WANT HAS TO BE EARNED I STORE MY HOPE INSIDE AN URN AND SEALED IT TIGHT I WON'T RETURN TO IT AT NIGHT NO ROOM FOR FAITH WITHIN MY LIFE JUST PASS THE PEN SO I CAN WRITE AND THEN AND THEN I FUCKING MIGHT BLOW UP THE SUN IT'S WAY TOO BRIGHT I HATE THAT SHIT I HATE THE LIGHT I LOVE DESPAIR IT'S A DELIGHT I LOVE THE PAIN IT DOES EXCITE I LOVE THE RAIN OH WHAT A SIGHT MY LOVE IS SLAIN MY CHEST IS TIGHT MY HEART IS DEAD I'M COLD AS ICE FUCK BEING GOOD FUCK BEING NICE FUCK SERVING GOD FUCK DOING RIGHT!

    ©SunofYah913

  • sunofyah913 60w

    FOR FUCKING SAKE
    (POEM)


    YOU THINK I TYPE BECAUSE I REALLY LIKE TO WRITE "WELL THAT'S NOT RIGHT" I ONLY WRITE SO I WON'T GO AND GRAB A GUN AND END MY LIFE ALL THROUGH THE NIGHT I HAVE TO FIGHT THE URGE TO CUT MYSELF AND SLICE MY ASS TO BITS (A KITCHEN KNIFE) COULD HELP WITH THIS DON'T WANT TO LIVE THERE'S TOO MUCH SHIT I HAVE TO TAKE CAN'T DEAL WITH THIS I'LL SURELY BREAK PLEASE LIFE JUST QUIT WITH THIS DISGRACE WHAT HAVE I DONE WHY DO YOU HATE MY ASS SO MUCH YOU TOOK MY HOPE IT'S IN YOUR CLUTCH AND CLOSED YOUR PALMS SO NOW IT'S CRUSHED GONE WITH THE WIND AND TURNED TO DUST WHY SHOULD I GIVE GOD ANY FUCKS WHEN MY BAD LUCK HAS HIT AND STRUCK IT'S LIKE A TRUCK THAT HAS NO BRAKES I ALWAYS CRASH AND SMASH MY FACE AND YOU'LL BE CRASS TO SAY IT'S FATE DON'T BE AN ASS YOU'RE NOT A SAINT DON'T ACT LIKE YOU DON'T MAKE MISTAKES DON'T ACT LIKE YOU'RE SOMETHING "SO GREAT" THAT DAMN FACADE TRULY FRUSTRATES ME TO NO END FOR FUCKING SAKE!

    ©SunofYah913

  • marynschmaryn 63w

    Sound, Vibrate: OFF

    My phone stays on silent. I can't stand the noise. It's an endless stream of people that don't know me asking for favors I can't fulfill. And it's just a constant reminder of the ways in which I am not enough and the ways in which I am not who I should be. My phone stays on silent, but I fall asleep with it on the charger next to my head. The dim blinking light brings me some small piece of comfort.

    I fall asleep and neither of us make a sound but I wake up throughout the night to see if I've missed anything. To see if there's anyone I need to say something empty back to.

    It is the most exhausting thing in the world, this feigning connectedness. I feel heartbroken for no reason. An unjustified sadness beats throughout me. The more that is asked of me, the less I want to give. I resent everyone who doesn't know me but I can't see the people that do.

    There's this ever-growing space between 1 and 2 and I don't know how to fill it. And I don't know how to make that bridge so

    my phone stays on silent.


    ©marynschmaryn

  • dinfazil 64w

    Quarantine life
    Nothing to do lets write a murder mystery story����

    FICTIONAL STORY

    Part1
    A silent night with darkness all around ,only a black n white house is visible. Someone silently opens the door and slowly enters the house . lights off darkness all around he enters every room of the house but sees no one.As he was about to leave he hears some sound from the kitchen , he walks towards the kitchen but sees no one. Suddenly a girl from backside with a steel rod in her hand walks slowly towards him. But she doesn't know that the masked man has already seen her shadow and as she was about to hit him he turned and slits her throat and leaves
    Wait a second you might be wandering who this girl is and why did the masked guy kill her.
    For that lets go
    FEW DAYS BACK

    Part2

    A bunch of girls walking at night laughing and having fun. Suddenly a bike stops with two guys on it and the guy sitting on the back is seen with a bottle of acid . He throws the acid on one of the girls and escapes on the bike. The girls got panicked and ran away leaving her alone to die.next morning few people saw the body and informed the police. Police saw the body and found a wallet near the body . In it was id of the girl who's name was ravti. 26 years old .father,s name hari prakash and lives in a small villege named gorakpur. Police went to her house but their bad the house was locked . From neighbours they got to know that the family vacated the house 2 months ago due to financial issues. Ater 2 , 3 days of investigation police finally got a small clue in one of the police stations a missing complaint was filed . The missing persons identification matched with the body. So they got the new address and went their to inform the family. The family members were shocked and started crying loudly. Her father is a middle class man. He works in a small firm as a watchman. Her mother is a housewife . She also has 2 siblings elder sister and a younger brother.from neighbours police came to know that her father is ill tempered and always beats his wife.he always used to curse his daughters. Ravti was bold intelligent and used to take stand for her mother. Her brother is a drug addict and never used to get along with her sister ravti. He used to get jealous of her as he was always being compared with her. Her elder sister..........wait wait wait, the girl that died in part 1 is the elder sister of ravti. Her name was kavita. 30 years old and a teacher by profession. Married to a businessman named vishal who lives in devgunj.
    PRESENT DAY
    police reached kavita's house to investigate the case ,they examined the body and came to a conclusion that the killer is amateur. The forensic report suggested that kavita was 3 month's pregnant. Now police was under pressure as both the cases were getting complex . Kavita and ravti's phone record was checked . One number was suspicious but was switched off and details were also wrong. The police got no lead so they started to cross question every family member. They treated everyone one as a suspect. They went to kavita's school but got no serious information. They went to ravti's college and got a clue . Ravti had a boyfriend who is also missing from few days . Now police started to look for ravti's boyfriend who's name is ravi.after few days of search they got a lead of ravi and arrested him but he refused to accept the crime . He said he went missing because he was afraid that police will arrest him. The suspicious number that earlier was switched off was turned on and police traced the location and arrested the suspect. After questioning him they came to know that his name is ravish and had a crush on kavita and used to stalk her but she refused his love and slapped him infront of his friends.
    Now tell me who the killer is before reading the last part of the story.
    Suspect 1 (FATHER) he never liked her daughters. He thought they were burden on him.
    Suspect 2 (BROTHER) he hated both the sisters as everyone used to compare him with them.
    Suspect3 (VISHAL) kavita's husband who was on business tour.
    Suspect4 (RAVI) ravti's boyfriend who denied the accusation.
    Suspect5 (RAVISH) who used to stalk kavita and she slapped him.
    Suspect6 (SOMEONE ELSE).

    NOW LET'S PUT END TO THIS STORY
    Part3
    police tortured ravish for 3 days and finally he confessed that he has thrown acid on ravti's face but ravti was not the target, the actual target was kavita and ravti was killed accidently. The family got shocked by knowing the fact that kavita was present their and left her sister alone before she died.he also revealed that he did this for someone. Few days back he got a call from an unknown number that if he kills kavita he will get a healthy amount of money.
    Police traced the unknown number , reached the location and finally arrested the real culprit and it was none other than vishal kavita's husband.he is the mask man and the real master mind . When police introgated him they came to know that he is a psycho .He killed her because he doubted that kavita had an affair with ravish and she was not pregnant with his child. when he got ravish's details he decided to kill both. So he planned to involve ravish by tempting him with huge money offer so that he kills kavita and gets arrested.


    fazil_din


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    ©dinfazil

  • bluntreplies96 67w

    Before You Love Me, Read My Story!

    You wanna know my past,

    You wanna be my last.

    So, dig into my story

    Know about the thorn and flori

    I had a loving heart once upon a time ❤️

    My world was waffles and sweet lime

    A bunch of admirers would buy me shots of tequila

    While I enjoyed ruling all over the social media

    Like everyday, I got a random request there

    I kept it hanging because I didn't care

    After a while, I found it was still there

    Then, what I did, you shouldn't dare

    Let's not go into the depths anymore

    It's just that,

    I couldn't forget him, at the same time, couldn't turn myself into a whore, ❌

    Then I had a bunch of 'Why-s' in my head, like you do right now

    For that you've to hear me out and know about the 'How' ⁉️

    I don't really have a concise explanation of what I went through

    But I've the chats, screenshots, pictures, that I can show you

    You'll know, how I was tricked to fall and feel,

    Although I warned him several times, I'm slow to heal ⏪

    It was simply a game for him all the time

    For me, he was the only poetry I ever wanted to rhyme

    Never judged him for who he was

    Never showed up with norms and clause

    Then what happened I really don't get,

    Let's fast forward to the present date!

    My present version will appear a little colder,

    Coz I have turned cunning, wiser, and bolder

    Random dating is fun these days,

    I've changed my approach, my ways

    There was a time when I would do anything to see those eyes,

    Now I'm so close yet I'm afraid to set any allies.

    It's unfortunate that you are meeting me at this juncture,

    When my soul is full of bruises and rupture.

    I don't know how to fix it though,

    I try every possible means to let it go.

    Don't expect you to play a healer, ⚛️

    Nor do I need you to be my teacher.

    In this season of love I only need,

    A soul I can connect with, that can help me proceed!

    If you have the patience like I had,

    You're welcome to my world, come hold my hand

    If you don't, then that's fine too

    I'll be glad to know that there's no lie about you, you're true! ☑️


    ©rottenheart_2401

  • marynschmaryn 68w

    Further

    Life's a crazy train and mine's all off the rails; no control whatsoever and time's going forward. It's terrifying to be the furthest you've ever been, to know that you write the future. I don't want to be another statistic or add to my country's suicide rate, but only four out of ten people with my condition die of natural causes.

    So, I hate to ask, but what happens to those who had their own minds get the best of them? Were they sure enough? Would they have killed if they hadn't died? Would they have lived if they hadn't died?

    What's the fullest you can live your life to? Isn't it exactly this? Crying from joy, dying from pain? Do I get to experience the in-between, or is this rollercoaster everlasting? I wouldn't ask if I didn't have to. But wouldn't I still hurt even if the choice was mine?

    The low points in life teach and the light that cuts through the dark show why to learn. So would I give up on hell if I knew the stairway to heaven is only an ascending road? Would I be content with comfortable?

    Hitting rock bottom should mean that no further fall is possible. That it's not a question of "possible" if the real question is where you are heading to and you are headed nowhere. But what happens when I'm heading somewhere further than rock bottom and there's not enough of me under the scar tissue to be both broken and to blame?

    ©marynschmaryn

  • the_awkward_philosopher 70w

    Last night

    I wake up and see you
    Still in the bedsheets
    Resting peacefully and calmly
    Your jacket on the floor and my
    Top on the table brings back memories
    From the night before
    The way we tiptoed with our
    Fingers twined and our
    Heads resting on our shoulders
    And how we slipped into the kiss
    And it felt less like a kiss
    But more like our souls touching
    Eachother for the first time.
    And when you started to
    Trace your fingers onto my back
    And me playing with your hair.
    How we let go of our secrets
    And laid bare our insecurities
    In front of each other.
    It was as if our souls has
    Fused up and became one
    Like the rice field swaying
    In unison on a gust of wind.
    Like the sway of hands of the crowd
    In a music festival.
    Like the autumn leaves falling down
    And becoming one with the nature .
    And when we were bare under a
    Blanket just inches apart
    Giggling and talking out
    All our deepest secrets.
    When the only voice that existed
    Was of our breathing and whimpers
    When the only sight we could see was
    The ocean of each other's eyes
    When it felt like the only people left on
    This earth were just you and me.
    That was when in a long time for the
    First time we felt truly complete
    And slowly after that talking slowly
    And mildly in eachother's arms we
    Went to the calm deep sleep.
    And then I woke up and saw
    Your jacket on the floor

    ©the_awkward_philosopher