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  • raghav86 4w

    same third division...

    In 2007 his right leg got affected started limping while walking and in 2009 his neck got affected it turned to right side and always shake with lot of difficulties he turned to left. This was the last nail in the coffin after this he stopped going out very often, because he choose commerce in college he didn't attended any lectures as it wasn't necessary, so he just went to give exam that's all no fond memories of even being in college. Finished college in 2012 in six years after failing once again in M. Com first year.
    In 2015 he shifted to another town but left some part of him in his hometown. It's 2020 now he is still out work and people don't consider him as human not yet. But he has a lovely family who loves him and this makes him sad sometimes because he feels that he is just a parasite who is feeding on his family members blood. His mother recently said, " You had such a good voice when you were a kid if only we knew it will become so worse we would have recorded it" Sadly now he don't even remember what his childhood voice sounded like. His parents motivate him but deep down they also know it's game over him and so does he. He fell in 1994 by 2009 everything went bad to worse, now he just sit at a corner in his house and play games occasion go outside sometimes don't even go out his house gate for weeks. Sleep in the afternoon like an old man. But only good is that he can still do his own work.
    I recently came to know that to he trying to open up a little bit and is little bit happier than before since he started writing on an app, he had made some new friends with whom he chat very often he had met a brother, two sweet little sisters and two very special friend who always motivate him with their kind words one of them is queen of romance and other one is lioness of sarcasm and really like them both but he one little more just because she promised him a date, which he knows will never happen but he was telling me that will eat their brain for this whole life because she is his cutest and sweetest friend and other friend he love her also because she is verbose and told him few things about her personal life even when she could easily say, " No personal question".
    I hope people who he love don't unfriend him after knowing he is such a bad person, tobacco addict and his life is a mess and he is not that intelligent like others in studies just passed with thrid division, failed three time in school and a complete looser in his personal life. If they ever decides not be friends with such a bad person anymore alteast inform him before leaving I know it will hurt him but it's worst than hurting when his friends leave unceremoniously and wait for their reply, most of his childhood friend's left this way, he deserves this much respect.
    I sometimes still think if he hadn't fallen that day what would be life right now I still sometimes think....
    The End

    Apologies for any writing mistake...

    @ak_anjali_daydreamzz

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    #storytime. #sadlife. #mirakee #truestory
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    ©raghav86

  • raghav86 4w

    what's wrong.


    And later they also came know when he couldn't hide it anymore, his hands had started trembling first right hand few months later left also that's why his writing was getting bad. Class 9 first day of class teacher who was new at school after seeing him he said, " This is my last year in this school". And that year he failed miserably and left school or rather say kicked out of school with little bit of politics by his class teacher.
    Class 10th he joined new school with same old problem new class mate also teased him but now he became experience so he didn't give a fuck about them because because between class 9 and 10 he got addicted to tobacco not the chewing one other one. ( ���� ���������� �������������� ���� ������������������ ������ ������������ �������� �������������� ���� ������ �������� ������ ������������ �������� �������� �������� ���� ������ ������������ ������ ������ �������� ���� ��������������������. ���� ���� ���������� ������������ ���� ����, ������ �������������� ���������� �������� �������� ������ �������� ����'�� ������ ������ ������������ ������ ���� ������'�� ������������.)
    He manages to pass board exam with thrid division. Somebody suggested his father you should take him to AIMS for treatment so in 2003 they went there, he was admitted to 10 days for all the tests. Results came doctor told his father he has Parkinson's disease and wrote medicines and gave him botox injection on his right hand and throat, his voice was little better for a few weeks but became as usual afterwards but they become a little hopeful that maybe he could get alright so he was given four five more botox injection on his hand and throat every four months time. Botox didn't help a bit on the contrary messed up his right hand even more now his right hand shake and keep his hand palm up on its own he has to hold it with his other hand which also shake a little bit. Class 12th board exam he failed but this time it was his fault he didn't study, next year he passed with same third division.



    @ak_anjali_daydreamzz

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    ©raghav86

  • raghav86 4w

    from our homes...

    As he saw his mom he hugged them and started crying. Slowly we went home and everything was fine and normal, later that evening he came and we all played some game I exactly don't remember which game but we played something maybe it was cricket or hide and seek.
    Time passed we reached class 5 actually it was are last exam arts, so are batchmate had made plan to play cricket, so we told our parents that we will come late. After the exam I was over I was packing my schoolbag and clearing my desk I saw him standing on the balcony and looking down to route from which we use to come to school, I went out with my bag and stood close to him and he said, " I have a gut feeling that everything gone change from next year " And then he picked up his bag and went home. In winter break suddenly his voice started changing it started getting bad so his parents got little worried so they took him to the doctor but doctor told them don't worry it's just puberty his voice is changing it will be okay soon but it became weirdly worst after a while nobody could understand what he saying not even his family members and later he had problem in speaking even simple word properly. When after 3 month of winter break school opened his life became hell in school everyone started teasing him, everyone in the school deliberately poke him or talk to him just to make fun of him, everyday he use to go home crying and tell his parents he don't want to go school but no use he had to attend school. In class 6 in rainy season he fell really sick one evening his father told he almost lost half a tub of blood I thought they were exaggerating so I went in to see they were not joking , he was bleeding profusely from his nose. It seems as if something just busted inside his brain when he sit blood was coming out from his nose and when he laying blood was chocking his throat so he had to spit it and he had high fever also which made it bad. After a few months of this incident his mother noticed that his writing was getting bad day by day when they asked him he told he don't know but he knew what's wrong. ..


    @ak_anjali_daydreamzz

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  • raghav86 4w

    This story is about one of my closest childhood friend, my buddy, my bro, so his name is.. ������ better it remain anonymous. So he use to stay close to my house when were kid, we were in the same class, so we use to go to school together and also use to come back from school together always and sometimes with are other colony friends. He was very naughty kid, not very good at studies but not bad either, but he had heavy voice like an adult. Once when we were in class 2 we coming back from school with our bunch of friends we were taking shortcut which usually take, it was a risky but we were young so we always use to show how brave we were, though our parents told us not come from there because that route was quite narrow at a point there was spot where you can put half a foot to cross other side but there was thick water pipe which we usually hold to cross. But that day was different he carrying a water bottle on one hand and an umbrella on the other one and he was crossing and he fell down on someone's backyard almost 12 feet on his head and his head smashed into a rock, that house made by cutting of rock so it's backyard was rocky. As soon as we realized he fell down we ran down to help him, we saw laying down on the ground, his nose was bleeding but he said, "I am fine" and he sat but he was still bleeding so he took out a handkerchief and wipe his nose, one of our close friend notice a bump on this forehead and she tried to press his forehead but he kept on saying, "I am fine, I am fine" trying to show how strong he was but we got scared so one other quickly ran to his house and told his mother and she arrived in five minutes as that place wasn't too far from our homes.....

    @ak_anjali_daydreamzz

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  • zikra_ 7w

    . * S T O R Y T I M E : 4 *

    Telling you that story thinking of which I still get angry at myself! Then, I was in 9th probably!

    It was rainy season�� and continuous shower of light raindrops used to fall in those July days��. I was in my house sitting on the window watching our playground (told you earlier about the geography of my house for that click on #storytime and read storytime-3. Now back to the story). The playground was fading slowly underneath muddy rain water. I was begging God for hours to stop this shower and let our playground dry so that I could play.

    Eventually, I slept and after a while I heard papa saying "zikra school dress dhulna hai to washing machine�� me daaldo. itni der baad baarish ruki hai". I woke up in seconds and turned towards the window to see if the shower really stopped and guess what rain did stop but the playground was still having some spots filled with sludge.

    Even then, I stood up, took out my school dress then I threw it in the washing machine and washed my dizzy face in the bassin. My cousins were standing at the main gate of our house shouting my name so damn loud. I too shouted ki�� 'Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaan!!! Aa rahi ek min' I frequently did my hair. Papa was shouting at the back 'itna kichad hai kya khel paogi. Gir jaogi to kapde gande honge wo alag! Aree!!!. I just said "Are papa kuch nahi hoga" bid him bye and ran out�� listening none of his words further.

    There were 7 children including me. Reaching downstairs⬇, I realised that more than half of our playground was sunken in rain water'. Half of my mood destroyed seeing that only. I took my steps back realising that Papa was saying right✅. But, my harami cousins�� convinced ki 'are kuch baith ke khel lenge gallery me'. (Again, wanna explain lil more about the geography of our play ground. There is an area, kinda waiting area⌛ type <<waiting for what idk either>> where there is a tin sheet as a shelter underneath which there are two chairs and a charpaai. We call that spot 'Gallery⭕'. I think this much info is enough so moving on).


    I asked what we are gonna play there, they said 'are bohot se baithne wale games hai jiska sidha matlab hai dumb sharades��'. I like playing that and I still do so I agreed and synced my steps to them. I sat on the chair and they, on the charpaai. For a while we did some chitter-chatter and then got divided into two teams and played few rounds. Then, I got bored along with few others. One of them said 'playground me utna area sookha hai kuch aisa khel sakte hain jo ek jgh khada hokr khela ja sake��'. Another moron said 'Badminton!!'. I liked playing that too so just like earlier I didn't refuse and said Ok!

    We brought rackets and one of them brought the shuttle cock. We started playing 3 points wala(ab ise explain ni krungi itta to maloom hoga naa? So just like every other teacher on zoom call asking question and answering himself, MOVING ON!). It was my turn! I held my racket and started hitting strong shots (I don't like playing like naazuk pari). Or yahi aadat le doobi, aage suno. To cover up, my opponent, started hitting poor shuttle cock with same intensity��.

    **Hold on to your seats wherever you are sitting♿ because this is the tragic moment ��for what you all were waiting for!**

    Slowly, I started moving backwards. I was having all my focus on that shuttle cock so I wasnt noticing my surroundings. Eventually, I came just in front of kichad spot. Or jaisa ki bataya, itta gehra nasha kar rakha tha ki agle hi shot me

    *पच्च्च्च्च्च्च्च्च्च्*
    (Oh no Oh no Oh no no no No!!)

    I was lying in sludge jaise sone ko hi mila ho.�� When i inhaled petrichor from that kichad tb utra nasha. I was controlling my tears�� as longer as i could. But bola na harami cousins the, pehle khud hi bulaya ab uthane k bajay, they started teasing. *inke andar sanskar naam ka chiz hai k nahi*

    I stood up on my own and headed towards my house keeping a forcible smile ��to show that nothing happened but it was actually holding the pain. They were like, rona aa rha hai lekin royegi nahi. I entered the house hiding from Papa. Since papa was in the room so I entered the bathroom straight. I called my sister to give me fresh clothes.

    She came and asked what happened I, with short temper⌛ said, "shaadi hai taiyar hokr jana hai��".

    Do you really think ki aisa kehne se wo mujhe mere kapde degi. I just said "kuch nahi tu bas kapde la".

    My knee was hurting a lot and i noticed that i was having a wound there➕. My eyes couldnt resist anymore so I started crying. My sister once again asked what happened then with quavering voice, I said, gir gyi... Wo log..Uhhu uhhhu��... Wo log... Has rahe the. I didn't know what happened to my sister she reacted to my pain saying SHHHH��! I was like, *idhr itta dard ho rha hai or ye bs shhh keh rhi! Ya Allah! Kaisi behen di hai!!*

    In seconds, i heard my cousin's voice, they all chorused and asked my sister standing in front of the bathroom door, "zikra kidhar gayi!". I kept my palm on my mouth to decrease the weeping sound. I bathe and was sitting inside waiting for them to leave but see what an irony, they were wating for me to come out. I stayed in there for an hour. Now, they had to leave. Phew! ��

    I sneaked out and because of being inside the bathroom for too long, I was feeling cold. I laid in the bed, wrapped myself with the blanket and started overthinking about how they reacted when I fell, why did I not listen to Papa etc. Slowly, I started getting dizzy��. I heard a voice of my cousin again! I was unconscious but was able to detect her voice. She was talking to my sister probably. She asked her pointing at me," isko kya hogya". And my super intelligent sister said "FEVER!". I heard that she couldn't control her laughter and laughed a bit! Since I didn't tell much about what happened there, to my sister. So, my cousin was explaining the trauma⚠.

    I, inside the blanket was pretending that I am sleeping but actually was listening to their gossip. I got drowned in embarrassment, UGH!!��. They again left and i, sweating, popped out of the blanket and asked my sister, "kon aya tha, kya keh rha tha?" (oscar ��se nawazo koi mujhe, puri baat sunne ke baad bhi aise act kr rhi thi jaise *mai hoon hi nahii is duniyaa ki��*). She told everything then I opened my mouth and told my side story. She laughed so damn hard and made me a joke��.

    I forced her to keep it as a secret but how could she chain her lips for nothing(ghooskhor hai)! I had nothing to give her either. So she sang�� the song of that secret infront Papa and he scolded me a bit, not much. So... This was all about that day!

    That was nothing but a package of embarrassment!
    ©zikra


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    Embarrassment,
    Embarrassment
    Everywhere!


    ©zikra_

  • akanni 10w

    PANICKING

    I am not just what you see me to be. I am more than this, I am not just in the right sense of mind. Push away my fears and see what I'm made of.. I feel guilty with my inexpressible sense of thoughts. I WILL BE FINE
    ©akanni

  • crashburn 12w

    Ellipsis 414 (entry 0.0)

    No one suspected the blue lights might be more than an anomalie. The setting sun gave way to a sky full of stars before the stars had made themselves known, and the horizon glowed with an ominous hue of indigo, white, and cerulean. Whisps of it would catch on the grass, the glow spreading to tint green tips until the entire land had been affected.
    I was on my uncle's lake when I first saw it happen, moving in over the water like a dismal fog. A storm of color about to take hold. I remember the sound of the crickets, the flap of an owl's wings, and the rocking chair on his front porch...
    ...and when they all went silent.
    ©crashburn

  • mohua_leo 12w

    The Hand That Rocks The Cradle Rules The World

    Lajwanti rested her head on the pillow. It had been a very hectic day for her. She is the owner of a café shop and a proud mother of a very talented daughter. Her daughter is a renowned doctor at one of the city’s best hospital. And she is soon getting married to her childhood friend Viraaj Singhal, also a doctor in the same hospital.
    Lying on her bed, Lajwanti could still remember the day she gave birth to little Khushi – that was the name she gave to her daughter – as her life was filled with joy when she held Khushi in her hands, for the very first time. Being a mother completed her life. But little did she know about the difficulties that were yet to come in her life.
    Her husband and in-laws wanted a son and thus held her responsible for not giving birth to one. Right after she gave birth to Khushi, she was abandoned by her husband and his family. She was left all alone in this world. Her own parents had died right after her marriage. With nowhere to go, she tried to reason out with her husband but he was unwilling to hear anything.
    With no other way out, at first she thought of leaving Khushi in an orphanage and return back to her husband. But the sight of her daughter gave her strength to fight back.
    She sold her golden bangles, earrings and chain, her only possessions, and rented a house. She had always been a good homemaker. Even before and after her marriage, she had always been appreciated by everyone for her culinary skills. With the little money left, she started a home delivery service for office goers. With all her determination, will power and skill, she soon started getting even bigger orders. After nearly five years of hard work, Lajwanti managed to start her own café. She was good hearted and good natured which gave a boost to her business and the café became popular.
    So many years had passed after that… She could see her dream come true in Khushi. She fought with the whole world, stood up at every situation, realised her inner strength, became confident and never gave up. Today she is a winner.
    Lajwanti’s thoughts wandered off to many other things before she finally fell asleep. The next day will be another busy day for her at the café, as has been for so many years. She was successful and she was happy and according to her, the journey has just begun….
    ©mohua_leo

  • simple_shabd 12w

    On the verge of extinction, a relationship tried to stand against all the odds. No, I'm not talking of a girl and a boy falling in love. It's something more than that, for them, but for us it may seem vague.

    It all started some months ago. Since then it went in deeper and deeper. What? I'm talking about Friendship here. Just don't think anything else. In all these months he scribbled hundreds of little poetries and thousands of beautiful notes for their friendship. She used to admire his works, his write ups and his decent, innocent behaviour. They both never got bored of each other, even when they were topicless. Everyday they cracked jokes, they shared pain, they made fun ultimately blooming into happy moments. But (yeah every story has a but) what they used to hate was the distance between them. Yes, it was a virtual meet. Chances were minute of having a real meet atleast once. Yet they never gave up. They used to convince each other by saying that they will meet soon after they start earning (seems childish?).

    They made promises to each other to never fall apart. They made their own sayings. One of their popular saying was "forever isn't a myth". To be honest, still they are stuck to that! Both are cute, right?

    Days passed by, but their talks never went old. They had hundreds of captured screenshots of old chats, thousands of funny stickers in their dream chat, and millions of shared emotions. Then, a night came (seems picturised? No it's not!). The boy started caring about her, more than he usually did. The situation became awkward as he used to continue that. Ultimately when the girl imposed many questions on him, he confessed, "Yes I like you, maybe more than just a friend".

    He never saw a girl like her. She was brave, caring, kind, rare, intelligent and beautiful ✨.
    She said, "maybe it's just that we talk too much and you got distracted". She was so matured, thus she understood what he tried to say. He still used to sing the same song for days. Even the girl confessed that she was also confused about her feelings. Both ultimately came to a conclusion that they were unsure. They both promised each other that they would stop behaving like that. They would go back to their old self which just cracked jokes with each other and shared things. But why they did so? If they both shared some feelings for each other, then what was stopping them?
    "Distance". It was "logically impossible".

    They will still continue their unique story, in the same old manner, no doubt in that. But is this a justification to their story?
    "For people are matured, feelings aren't."

    P.S : I'm working on my grammar. (•‿•)

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    Never become so distant that everything seems logically impossible.
    ©simple_shabd

  • anewstep 16w

    #storytime #firststorytelling # share your reviews

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    HELLO JANE

    Jane was back in town after a long time to her old mansion & at her first day she went to a secluded room in her mansion out of curiosity but as she started moving in that direction she was getting chills but she made her way to the room and as she went inside, she saw the room's condition was not very good & after exploring it she found a box in which there were four letters but she was nervous to read them as it reflected unpleasant memories of someone. But her curiosity made her to take out the first letter from the pack of four and she carefully opened it as it was already distorted.As she unfolded the paper she was shocked to see her name "Hello Jane"! written on the middle of the letter. As, she got hold of her breathe and decided to read ahead. The letter read " Hello Jane, I'm Emile your grand parents caretaker, when you will get these letter I would be dead & my silence will make you understand what I'm trying to convey to you". As, she began to read ahead the lights of the room started flickering and heavy wind started blowing & the windows of the room started banging with each other.Jane was terrified as the atmosphere was giving her negative vibes but she consoled herself that it might be the fear inside her that is making her feel like this.
    Then she was ready to unfold the letter number 2 it read, Jane you were very small & I used to watch you playing in the fields in your favourite red frock and I used to admire you as my daughter as I didn't had one. I used to bring you chocolates everyday just to make you happy but your parents didn't like my bond with you. They thought I belong to a poor background and might spell black magic on you & keep you under my control but I only loved you & I didn't had any evil intentions then. But your partners scolded & thrashed me if I even stared at you with at most love & I was not able to do anything as I needed work.
    Jane was devasted after reading the letter & she was not able to believe all this as she loved her parents and was sure her parents would never do this to anyone. She didn't wanted to continue further but as she stood up a strong wind pushed her & she fell on the floor, she was so scared and suddenly the third letter got unfolded by itself and Jane was compelled to read it. The letter began by stating " Your parents are evil Jane", Jane started crying but she had to read the letter further the letter said, they chained me in this room & starved me for months with no fault of mine.They didn't even gave me water, I used to scream but no one came to my rescue, I struggled to live as I didn't wanted to die but then I left my body.
    Jane was terrified to her core, she got up quickly and ran towards the door but it was shut, the lights were flickering and dogs were barking loudly outside. Then Jane was pushed and was chained on a chair in the room. She struggled to move but nothing helped.
    Then, finally the last letter number four,opened & was just in front of Jane's eye, she was numb after reading the letter & suddenly the lights went off and it was all dark.
    The letter read, " Jane I wanted a body so that I could take my revenge from your parents & I cursed this chair on which you are sitting right now"!
    Thank you Jane
    Yours Truly Emiley
    The letter ended.
    ©anewstep

  • serinktherapy 17w

    My biggest enemy, my very best friend.

    My biggest enemy, my very best friend.
    Stuck with bitter sweet time till the end.
    Half seconds to break my heart, decades for it to mend.
    My biggest enemy, my very best friend.
    Days mesh to months, those months to years.
    As I try to hide and carry on through the fear.
    The fear of this worlds creation, finding a place amongst the chaos.
    Trying to stay neutral in all the biased cases of ethos.
    Though it seems even the radicals have been silenced by their sadness.
    The worlds in disarray, there is no more method just pure madness.
    I mean YHWH himself couldnt even have planned this.
    The worlds living a lie, future generations have been forcibly curtailed.
    I refuse to believe that somehow we already failed.
    I feel all the pain and see the dissarrangement.
    But its easier to see clear without years of sheeps wool entertainment.
    But how do you get the masses to take off their blinders?
    When we were born with them and were given extras as reminders?
    Mind stimulated from birth to be tame.
    But we are more than just our ID's, more than our names.
    More than any possession, any 15 seconds of fame.
    Exactly what we are worth; cant possible be measured.
    But with our great value comes responsibility and there lays the pressure.
    For we are just the protectors
    Of something much more precious!
    We have the knowledge and resources to make the right choice.
    To protect all biodiveristy and give the voiceless and voice.
    To be truly the guardians of the galaxy.
    Explorers of the stars, held together by gravity.
    All intricate parts of an ancient modern puzzle.
    Who need to vow to not give up no matter how hard the struggle.
    I can foresee the logistical nightmare, but still know we must try.
    For the nightmare is a dream of heaven compared to what will actually transpire.
    If we dont help mother nature reclaim her spot as queen of earths empire.
    My biggest enemy, my very best friend.
    Itll sure be lonely for you if it all comes to an end.
    For we will be no more, no rythme, rhyme or reason.
    But there would be no better fitting punishment for commiting this type of treason
    Than to be cast in pure darkness for an everlasting time
    Just know ill will fight against it, my biggest enemy and very best friend of mine.
    From a child of the universe
    To the bitter sweet body of time.
    ©serinktherapy

  • silentriser 18w

    #storytime #mini_tale #2021_001

    You know I was very happy when you said you will talk to me ..
    I waited for a long while.
    You will call, we will talk.. so many thoughts would be shared... but you didn't call me back. My tears rolled down and again like always another day was gone, waiting for you, my beloved love...


    ©silentriser

  • mystic_poet_x 19w

    Story time

    A story unexpected,
    A story like no other,
    A story worth telling to my kids,
    Hey, this is how I met your mother

    ©on_the_run

  • pakhi1738 22w

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    Everything was normal for next couple days. No weirdos, no unknown calls, no stupid texts. It was almost as if nothing happened. But those calls started again. He would just call her, wait for her to pick up, call back again if she doesn't pick up, completely silent if someone else picked up instead of her, text her if she picked up once and then shouted and hung up. It was making her crazy. She couldn't sleep, couldn't focus on her homework. She freaked out every single time that phone rang and would run and grab it to see if it was him or someone else.

    After a while, every ringing phone started giving her chills and she would just black out for a second or two. Initially she thought that whoever that person was, he would just realise that she was not interested in whatever shit was going in his head but it just kept getting worse. It was pretty obvious that it was now just a game for him and he was really enjoying it. There were moments when she wanted to talk to her parents about what was happening and it would all go away but then she also didn't knew what their reaction to that situation will be like. Her parents were not the kind of people who were really friendly and open with their kids so she wasn't sure if she could trust them or not. It was just a lot for her little brain. She just stopped talking. She tried talking to Ritika but all she got from her was, "I told him that it's not my number. I asked him not to call you. I can't do anything if he doesn't listen."

    It continued for 6 months. He initially used to call after her school when she was at home but then he went on to calling her when she was in school. Her mother once picked up the call but he didn't said anything as he didn't recognised her voice. She didn't tried calling back thinking it was a wrong number. Once, she was watching TV with her father when the phone rang. Her father was about to answer it but she got to it first. "Hello?", she said. He started talking rubbish like always once he recognised her voice. Her father was still sitting right next to her so she just disconnected the call and told her father that it was a computer call.

    The moment she said it, she realised that it was a mistake. She should have said it was a wrong number because he was going to call back again and it would look bad. He called back again and this time, her father answered it. He kept saying "hello" but no one answered back from the other side. He disconnected the call thinking that it might be some network issue. That was the moment she knew she had to really do something about it. She had to tell an adult, anyone but her parents, just in case the situation got out of control. She thought about it for days and made a plan that was really risky but at the same time, sounded pretty much perfect in her head. She decided to talk to Ritika again and ask her to talk to that person and make it all stop before she actually carried on with the plan. Her reaction was, "you can do whatever you want. I don't care about you. You can't do anything. All you have is just words". That's the kind of motivation Aayasha was looking for so she left by saying, "you asked for it".

    She wrote a letter for Ritika's aunt explaining everything, gave it to her 6 years old daughter and asked her to give it to her mother the moment she reach home after school. She had a lot going in her head that day. All the possibilities of it all going wrong and biting her in the ass, what might be happening in their house, what if she decides to come over and talk to her parents? She couldn't sleep, partly because of the fear that everything might go wrong and partly because she felt like she betrayed her friend. Next morning, she saw Ritika in the school bus. It was written all over her face that she has been crying. Later that day, Ritika's aunt came to talk to her after school. She already got a heads up about it from one of Ritika's cousin in the morning so she was prepared for it. The moment she saw her in school, her first instinct was to run away because she had no idea what that conversation was going to be like but then she had to go see her because one of her teacher got involved. It was not a pleasant conversation but it could have been much worse so she was a bit satisfied. She gave that phone number to her aunt and that teacher when they asked for it. That person never called her again and her parents never found out anything about it. That number was printed in every single cell of her brain by then and she knew that she was probably never going to forget it.

    -Pakhi✍️


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    Wrong number!
    (Part 2)

    [Horror story or molestation story]

  • pakhi1738 22w

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    It was time for the longest vacation for Indian school kids! Yes, you guessed it right. Summer vacation! Aayasha, a 13 years old girl, was very excited to live a month without having to step a foot out of her house. She was always like this. Sitting in a corner, busy in her own world, cooking up stories and doing homework.

    One fine afternoon, a friend of hers from school, who lived in her neighborhood, came to seek her help with some project work. Or at least that's what it looked like. Aayasha and her younger brother were sitting on the terrace doing their work when she came. Their mother, who was busy with household chores, directed her to the terrace. She looked a bit in rush and out of breath. "I want a phone. I have to make a call. It's urgent. Please. I want a phone", she said. Aayasha tried to calm her down but she wasn't ready to listen. She just kept repeating it and denied to tell her anything except that she would get into really big trouble if Aayasha didn't get her a phone. She started crying and Aayasha, completely lost and clueless of what was happening, came down and asked her mother for her phone. Before she could ask her anything, Aayasha said that her friend upstairs wanted another classmate's phone number. She was shaking because she has never lied to her mother before but she somehow controlled herself and ran back upstairs.

    Her friend snatched away that phone from her sweaty hands and started pressing the keys like a maniac. Aaysha didn't wanted to invade her privacy but her mind just wanted to make sure that she wasn't in any big trouble so her ears were trying their best to catch hold of some of the conversation. All she could hear was, "you need to break that SIM card or I'll get into so much trouble". She disconnected the call after the conversation was over, turned back to Aayasha, gave her the phone and said, "I told my aunty that I am going to Aayasha's house to ask her for her computer project and if I don't get back home soon with your file, she'll get suspicious". Aayasha tried asking her what was happening and if she could do anything to help her but she just ignored it and left with an almost empty project file.

    It was just 5-6 minutes since her friend left and Aayasha was lying down, soaking up some sunlight and processing what just happened when that phone rang. It was an unknown number so she ignored it. It rang again and this time she actually picked up the phone to have a proper look at the number on the screen. She froze. It was the same number her friend dialed a while ago. She knew that because she saw some of the last digits before her friend deleted it from the call history. ".......313". She kept staring at it, waiting and praying for the phone to stop ringing. It eventually did and she called her friend. It was her aunt's number.

    "Hello! Aunty namaste. Has Ritika reached home yet? I accidentally gave her a wrong file. Oh! Okay! Can you please ask her to come back and exchange it with the other file as soon as she gets back home? I need that file. I was working on that project when she came and I have to finish it by tonight". Ritika came back and was really mad about Aayasha calling her aunt. Aayasha told her about the call and asked her to call that person back and tell them that it was not her contact number. She did as Aayasha asked her to and left.

    The phone rang again roughly an hour later and it was the same number. She wanted to block it but couldn't because she didn't wanted her parents to get all suspicious about it just in case they somehow end up checking the blocked contacts lists. That person just wouldn't stop calling so she finally answered it. "Hey, listen! I don't know who you are but you need to stop calling. This is not Ritika's number", she said and was expecting an apology from the other side. But, "I don't care who you are. I just want to talk", that's what's she got. She was really angry and just so done with that person. Aayasha was usually not like any other "normal" teenagers but she was really short tempered. She wanted to shout but couldn't because her parents were home and she didn't wanted to grab any attention so she just hung up without saying anything. That person just kept calling her until he was just gave up.

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    Wrong number!
    (Part 1)

    [Horror story or molestation story]

  • pen_and_my_heart 24w

    I sipped the last drop of my coffee.
    It was a cold morning.
    My phone buzzed.
    "Code Red." From Mr. X.

    I started to sweat.
    This can't happen. I called Rohit
    "Hello, Rohit. It's me. I got a message from Mr. X. Code Red. It means somebody is coming to get it, Right?"

    My eyes drifted towards the military green bag.
    "I should have never received it. What do I do, Rohit?"

    "You are coming. Thank God. Come fast."

    My body began to shiver. I took the bag and put it under the bed. I came out . The screens were open.
    I closed them.

    Somebody is coming. Who?
    My phone buzzed again.
    "2 men to attack in 15 minutes" From Mr. X.

    Shit. Where the fuck is Rohit. I needed to do something. Think. Think. Think.
    Ok. A brainwave.

    I went and took my first aid kit. Medicines are chemicals. By mixing the right chemicals, I can create a bomb.

    Ok, not a "bomb" bomb. But a small bomb to make two people unconscious. I did my majors in chemistry. I should have continued in that stream. Too late for that.

    I did all sorts of scientific stuff to make the desired product. The sleep bomb.

    I placed the sleep bomb near the gate. Positioned it in such a way, that it explods when the door opens.

    I wait behind the cushion. The clock is ticking.
    Tick tick tick tick....

    There was a knock on the door. I embraced for impact.

    *Boom*

    Two people fell. I looked up. Yes. It's done. I moved them in and closed the door. They were wearing masks. Similar to that we used during the Pandemic.

    Where the hell is Rohit. I called him. His ringtone rang. In my room. I turned around. It was coming from one of the guys lying down.

    I removed his mask. It was Rohit

    Shit.

    The guy who introduced me to this field, is the guy who comes to loot me.

    The clock was still ticking.
    Tick tick tick tick...


    End of part 1.

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    (Thriller story - Part 1)

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  • pakhi1738 26w

    Heaven comes to me
    When I see you smile
    Like a morning sunshine
    In my stupid dreams!
    Never realized
    How real you were
    And how close I was
    To breaking!
    I left that town
    You once lived in
    To ice my bruses
    And to shelter your pain
    Within me!
    The shelves in that old corner
    Of my mind
    Are now full of dust,
    Full of blood stains!
    I was trapped by the demons of the day
    And they were asking me to stay
    I was so stupid to try to ignore your pain
    And tell myself that you were gonna be okay,
    Over and over again!
    And I knew the pain that you were
    Dealing with
    Broken and unseen
    And I knew the smile
    That was fading in that smoke screen!
    I know it wasn't my fault
    But I was so busy crying
    That I chickened out
    Instead of even trying!
    Now I have blood on my hands
    And it creeps me out
    Just won't let me sleep
    And it makes me scream!
    So I roll it up
    Into some fancy words
    Trying to fool myself
    Trying to fool the world!
    Am I losing my mind?
    Am I losing my soul?
    'cause it hurts so bad
    But I just won't let go!

    -Pakhi✍️


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  • pakhi1738 26w

    You feel hatred and rage
    With your whole heart
    It's buried in your soul!
    You keep telling the same story,
    Over and over again
    To feel a long lost pain!
    You don't want to fit in
    You don't want to play
    This follow up trend game!
    You don't want to be
    Who they want you to be
    You don't want to stay
    But you stay, anyway!
    Playing the same old song
    To make it all fade away!
    Making a toast for the lost one's
    You try to reincarnate those souls!
    People ridicule you again
    For being so dramatic and insane!
    You break the last vial of hope
    You never knew you had!
    It's a mixed feeling
    Of being angry and sad!
    You realise you should have said something
    But now, the moment has passed!
    Living in a limbo of dead
    People pretending to care when you are around
    And laughing at your back!
    In one moment they say you are useless
    In other, "you need help!"
    Lost somewhere in confusion and hypocrisy
    You lose patience, you lose your sanity
    And as the memories from your past starts to linger
    You smile back at the world with a middle finger

    -Pakhi✍️



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  • thehealer10 27w

    Velvet Bullet

    I can feel it Happening
    Its been such a intoxicating dream
    The land is Blackening
    Ears Bleeding from the Scream

    Determined to remember this Time
    Racing toward that White Blank page
    When will I be Free of this Paradigm
    Wishing we met at a different stage

    Life, I refuse to squander mine Caged
    Found the real me swinging in the Tree
    2020 the Dawning of My new Age
    what started as a breeze
    Now fuels the Rage


    ©thehealer10

  • pakhi1738 28w

    खोया है तू खुदमें यूँ
    सात समंदर ढूंढे क्यों
    कहानियों में लिपटा हुआ आसमान तेरा
    क्या चाँद, क्या सितारा
    उलझी उलझी सी ये कहानियां तेरी
    दास्ताँ कोई सुनाती हैं
    पलकों पर सवार सपने तेरे
    कहीं दूर उड़ा ले जाते हैं
    पंख फैला, उड़ता जा
    चल एक नया नाटक दिखा
    दुनिया ये ना समझ पाए
    नासमझ से परिंदे सारे
    उड़ना ये जो भूल चुके
    पिंजरे में कैद
    सारे टूटे तारे
    टूटकर बिखरा ये जो ख्वाब है
    समेंटकर एक जहाँ बना
    फिर जीना सीख
    फिर उड़ना सीख
    ये जंज़ीरें तुझे अब रोकेंगी क्या!
    तू आग है
    तू ही तूफान
    तू बात है
    और तू ही मकान
    तू रात है
    तू ही सवेरा
    उड़ जा पंछी
    ढूंढने एक नया बसेरा

    -पाखी✍️



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