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0- hour- The X factor, a journey into the inner space

I t was almost 5.30 for Mr X to be alone in the office. He has lots of pending work to do. Mr X was feeling annoyed due to his unending workload with a hunger for a complete meal. Mr X ought to compromise his lunch with a small box of bread and a banana as he hates eating out. But he has no intention now to recycle the work for tomorrow. A hyperactive Mr X has to click on his Desktop time setting again and again. Suddenly his phone started vibrating. It is by an anonymous caller. He had no reason to disturb his unending work, so he promptly pressed the red button without shifting his attention from the desk while gently relaxing in the wheelchair. But time and again, his smartphone started vibrating again. This time he shouted angrily, let's see who the hell is this, and picked up the phone. Suddenly his irritation enthused to cheers as soon as he listens to the voice. The caller was none other than his childhood best friend. So his anger melted into joy, and the duo engaged thems...

Gemini: A mystery girl

One body, two souls ... Chapter-01 Her eyes were always vigilantly charming. Some Days she looks like an adorable queen, while some days she behaves like possessed by an unheeded parasite. What he can hardly recall was in his early life as a kid probably in the year 1999. It was a very old day, she was in her 9th standard when she vanished from the school ecosystem but she was someone impossible to forget for him. Despite being nobody to anybody in the school atmosphere she managed to stun everyone with her annual performance and attentiveness to the school's calendar. She used to sit at the backbenches despite being moderate in height. Which was against the school's low books on the sitting management of students. The teachers never pose her a single question, still, everyone in the classroom looks back to her...

The colossal hole and an unseen paradise!

It was a chilly winter night Mr. x was sleeping a ha lf-awake sleep in his makeshift hut which he had built with the help of Oryza sativa plants and many pieces of bamboos. It was exactly the month of December, the last rice procurement time in many parts of India. During this time small and mediocre farmers used to spend most of their time in the open field surrendering to their “khalla” which translates to mortal in English. And yes it is right they regard their paddy field as god with all the following norms and rituals. One among them has to sleep in that Khalla at night to protect their crop from the attack of stray animals and sometimes from the cluster of the henchmen of the landlords. As I go by the words of my late grandfather this is often the time they take revenge to teach one their crony lesson as per his words they believe if they can’t defeat someone then destroy one. So they will certainly go after him to destroy him. 150 stunning digital art just for $5! ...

Girlfriend 0.3: A Distant Dream

In each story, there is a hero, a heroine lots of suspense. But why the suspense because there is always a villain. But how to write an intro for that story where the villain is non-other than the antagonistic outpour of some happenings. They are those circumstances that can make or break an individual but they always can't obliterate the word called destiny. 150 stunning digital art just for $5 BuyNow So let's introduce the hero First. A guy racing towards thirty but still care free of the outer world but not reckless. He has fought for his life from the beginning but takes pride in what he is. He believes the unbelievable. He has always the intuition that not so easy doesn't point to the impossible. He was always so charming to girls around his life but at certain points, he made a promise to himself that he will not write a love letter to any girl until the world recognize him for what he does. He kept himself indulging in his mission. Years passed on in lear...

00:3 AM talk :The Devil hour with the ghost

It was a chilly summer night after the gruelling hot day just a few days away from the full moon night. The atmosphere was splendidly lighted by the silver shining moon with chilling summer wind as an extra added flavour. In the rural village, late night out is not common, it is strictly restricted to 9 p.m. Though I am a night owl the whole day was irritating due to severe tooth pain and oral infection, so I had to sleep earlier than my routine as usual after a dose of injection with painkiller at 7p.m. Hence awaking-up was far more relaxing, but it was almost impossible to stay inside the home due to the emanating heated hot air from the ceiling. I saw on the wall the clock, oh, it is 2.50 A.M. So just unplugged the torch from the charger point and started walking to my favourite place of peace towards the riverine with a packet of biscuits in hand. Although I ha...