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Climbing through the blue tadpatris spread across the hill, Rani meandered through the density, briskly walking towards her home. She was familiar with the sound of the baby wailing. She immediately pulled the curtain and ran towards her toddler. Heavy rains poured throughout the afternoon while Rani prepared lunch for herself and her baby. She made sure that no piece of the glass bottle was laid on the ground before sitting for lunch. The air in the house was a mix of freshly cooked food, alcohol and rain.

“Aaj pan peun aala ka tu, ithe ektar paishyachi adchan, jagaycha prashna ani tu sagle paishe daaru var udautoys’’, Suresh flung the curtain behind him and fell into his bed, where he usually laid for the rest of the day without having any conversation. Unbothered by this routine, Rani quickly breastfed her baby and put him to sleep.

The next day, Rani dusted the sofa, washed the toilets and she found it tiring to clean Mrs.Oberoi’s large house. She paused for a moment and glanced at the cream coloured buildings all around. She quickly wrapped up her work and left for home, before Mrs.Oberoi asked her to stay for longer. Rani took her usual route, but was accompanied by two men who followed her with a tool box and a large door. She was greeted with multiple stares when she entered but then quickly started instructing the two men.

“Kay ga Rani, hey dogha kon aahet, ani ikde ka aalet?” “Naveen darwaza lavaycha asel tila, pan Rani, kiticha milala darwaza tula?” Rani continued to inspect the work and eventually answered, “5000 cha darwaza aahe, changla quality cha aahe, khup vel tikel.”

Her neighbours wondered and suspected Rani’s change in lifestyle.

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They observed her changes, saw her wear better clothes than them, and didn’t hear her argue with her husband anymore as if he didn’t exist at all.

“Roz tar tya Suresh var ordat aste, hichya kadun kuthe aale yeudhe paishe? Ani gharat chota baal astana yeudha late ghari yete, kay karat asel ti? Apan pan ticha yeudhach kaam karto, mala tar kadhich milat nai yeudhe paishe.” “Mi tar aiklay, tya Hiranandani madhe loka aaplya saglyancha gair faida ghetat.” “Mhanje? Tula kay mhanaycha?” “Rani ashe ghan kaam karat asel tikadchya purushaan barobar, ani mag tila paise milat asel.” “Ohhhh! Mhanun tar ti tichya navryashi aajkaal bolat nasel, pan hila kay laaj nahi vatat? Amhala tichya porachi kaljhi ghyayla sangte ani mag hi sandhyakali hey sagla karun yete.”

Rani continued living like this in the absence of her husband most of the time, taking responsibility for her own house finances. She knew about her husband’s whereabouts from everyone around the slum, and she had heard all sorts of rumours but didn’t let them bother her.

Something else had struck Rani’s mind for the past 6 months, something that she heard about from her workplace.

“Toh aap bol rahe ho, ki woh ladki ne apne photos daal diye internet pe aur usko paise mile? Aise kaise photos dale usne?” “Arey aise kaise batau Rani, she posted pictures of her breasts on OnlyFans, and she has some five thousand fans, so that is easy money really” Mrs.Oberoi said while scrolling through Instagram on her phone.

6 months after this conversation, Rani found herself on this app. She gained the confidence and validation from the men who she had never seen or met before, but they made her feel better than her husband. It became a routine where she regularly posted photos of herself, after breastfeeding her child and putting him to sleep. She had the entire afternoon to herself to carefully document her body.

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Rani noticed that all the rumours around her husband suddenly ended, while it worried her, she was relieved that for once she didn’t have to hear his name.

People gathered around Rani’s house, listening to sounds of abuse and falling utensils. Rani came out of her house, purple eyed with her husband following her. He pulled her down the steps, physically abusing her on the way.

“Kay ga, hyala mahiti padla vatta, ti tikde kama la jaaun kay karte.” “To tar, kadhich ghari asat nahi, mag ti kay karnaar?” “Aaj kal ke ladkiya, yehi kaam karti hai, aur bechaare mardon ko phasati hai.”

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Drowsily opening my eyes, I gathered myself after waking up from a heavy nap. I was still sleepy.

“Thoda vel jhop, mi bhaandi ghasun aale. Chaha banavte ani mag nigh gharatun.” Suman said. “Nahi, Sethji barobar chaha pito mi.” “Thik aahe.”

After trying to pull myself out of the bed, I walked drowsily towards the tap to freshen up, and completely woke up after I almost slipped. I quickly took a bath and got ready for the day. I stepped out of the house with some peanuts in my hand.

I made sure that I didn’t slip from the oily and soapy stairs. Now that’s the most treasured walk, quiet lanes, cool breeze with trees moving their arms over me. I looked through the glass door, where I saw Sethji resting in a white pressed shirt and playing with a small kid. In the last few months, I never saw a smile on this man’s face, but today, a kid had finally changed this. As I entered, I witnessed Sethji take a picture of a kid with a chocolate.

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“Woh kaun tha Sethji?” “Arey, yeh mujhe raaste me mila tha, mujhe laga iski thodi madat kar deta hu, paiso aur school ke mamle mein.”

It felt nice to see Sethji being so kind and polite for once.

“Aur suno, aaj hum dukaan 5:30-6:00 pm tak band kardenge, mujhe bahar jana hai.”

With a big smile I said okay.

“Par sirf yeh baccha kyun? Special hai kya?” “Sunil, woh jo zevar deliver huye hai, usko check kar aur godown ko saaf kar.” “Waise Sethji, mein ek bacche ko janta hoon jiski aap madat kar sakte ho.”

With a smile on his face, he asked me to get a picture of the kid. Suddenly, Sethji’s phone started ringing. I tried reading the caller’s name, but he quickly picked up his phone from the table.

“Haan doctor, boliye.” “Gada ji, aapko aane mein kitna time lagega?” “Mein aapka hi intezaar kar raha hoon.” “Ok, mein bas 30 minutes mein pahuch jaaunga, agar traffic nahi hoga toh.”

Sethji quickly wrapped up his things and asked me to close the shop while leaving. He quickly grabbed the kid, got into his car and left. I made sure he left, and quickly closed the shop.

Gada held the small kid’s hand and walked through the slippery pavement, making a way through the blue tadpatris. He met the doctor, and held the kid tightly, till the doctor took the kid’s blood sample.

“Yeh lo Gada ji, aapka 30th blood sample.” “Thank you doctor.” “Logo mai kuch badalav dikha? Injection dene ke baad?”

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“Haa, results toh ache dikh rhe hai, 4-5 sample toh kaafi hi gajab kaam kiye.” Pointing to the chart filled with images of kids and some notes, “Laal pin wale sabse jyada kaam karte hai aur peele pin wale sabse kam.” “Badhiya”

He gave him the amount and he slowly made his way out from the tadpatris.

“Daroj tar late yeta tumhi mag aaj evdya lavkr kasky ale?” “Bas bas ata tuze tane nako suru karu, tula mahitiye aaj shethji ni ky kela?” “Pratek veles vait boltat tenchya baddal, aaj kasky vichar baddale tumche?” “Tyanni eka gareeb mulachya shikshanacha kharch uchlaycha vayda kela ahe.” “Are waah, kiti chan.”

As Rani passed by, my wife said, “Baga tila kahi ghena dena pan nai a ata.” “Bagitla ka tini kiti chan kapde ghatle hote.” “Aplya sarvanchi pagar tar sarkhich ahe tar mag hichi rahniman evdi kasky baddali?” “Ti ikde ky karte?”

After the morning routine, I went to shop. Handed over the image of a kid to him. Shehtji looked very happy.

“Kaha rehta hai ye?” “Bas mujh se 4-5 kholi dur” “Thank you Sunil.”

He gave him a 100 rupee note. I don’t know why he gave me a tip just for a picture of a kid!

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‘Paisa paise ko khichta hai’ a phrase across a market of investment. Investment baniye ke khoon me hota hai chahe kisi se cheena ho ya legal trading karna ho, kuch aisa hi ek Gujarati parivar me bhi hone ja raha tha.

“Pramila ajni patrika lai avje toh joiye su haal che market ma modi saheb na raj ma” “Su vaat che mahino chalu thayo nathi ke akhi market leela ler ma che” “Are hu su kau chu paapa, apde invest kariye toh” “Ek rupiyo nathi apdi pase dukane dhyaan apo ane ghar ma tatya rakho.” “Ek number kanjoos baap madyo che” in mind.

Vishal ek chote se Laminton road pe computer shop wale ka malik hai, ek middle class parivar jo bada maan moji tha.

“Kem baka, hu haal koi vaghar padyo share ma, thodo humne pan apo ” “Arey jordar tip madi lya lala, apda Modi ji ae 12,000 na niche na chinese phone ban kari didha che, ane aano faydo apda mukesh bhaiye upadyo, navu 5G spectrum no chandlo emne madyo che ane ae 12,000 na niche na phone kadvana che jema 5G sim provide thase ane alag alag scheme avse” “Laya baki laya, Modi saheb jordaar vyakti lya boss” “Arey apda Gujarati business tycoon ae koi ocha khara” “Chal chal bhai hu nikdu chu dukane nai gayo toh bappa lai lese mari”

Ye teen dost hamesha subah-subah Ghatkopar ke chowk ke pass wale otle pe bethkar baate karte hai jaise vyapar, nayi-nayi jagaho ke baare me aur khane ke baare me. Vishal ko ek vichar kabse sata raha tha, usse investment me bohot dilchaspi thi. Ek raat usne thaan li thi ki Dhanji bhai Jaweri seth ke pass jakar ek sauda karne wala tha.

“Kem cho zaveri bazar na king, su chale dhandho pani”

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“Areeee avo avo kumar kem cho? Aje aa baju pasar thaya” “Haa aje sochyu Dhanji bhai na darshan karto avu, su bolo sethji kem cho? Tabiyat kevi?” “Are waah waah saru kariy, tabiyat toh ekdum jor ma dhandho pan chalij rayu che. Ae tiniya! Ja chai lai aa, bol Vishal su kaam ma avu?” “Are yaar Dhanji bhai tamne khali kaam mate madva avi saku?” “Na na evu nathi raja bol bol kevi chale che dukan?” “Humna thodu thandu che market thodi jarurat pan che paisa ni pan apde navi generation che investment chaltaj rakhvani, olu ke vaine ‘FLOW WITH THE TREND’” “Saras saras pan dikra aa ajkal na trend che ne thoda delicate pan hoye che, trend toh em change thaye che jem kapda, etle sambhadine vichari ne invest karvanu” “Ekdum sachi waat tamari kaka, are apde toh vaniya che apde calculations na matey aj jiviye che, pan sethji thodi tamari jarurat che agar tame naraz na thao toh” “Paisa jove che ne ?” “Ha saheb thodi jarurat che” “Ummm….Thik che su scheme che ke” “Aaa thai ne waat “

Vishal Dhanji seth ke pass jaata hai unse mithi-mithi baate bol kar unhe scheme ke bare me batata hai. Dhanji seth ke pass se 5 lakh rupiye 30% saal ke vyaaj ke hisab se paise leta hai iss hisab se haar mahine 12500 usse mahine dene the, matlab saal khatam hone ke baad usse 6 lakh 50 hazar dene huye. Vishal ne investment karne ke bohot tarike soche the magar sabhi me waqt ki kami thi, usse quick money ki zarurat thi.

Vishal apne kisi rishtedar ki shaadi me jata hai ussi bich apne purane dost Viral se milta hai jisse business me loss hota hai. Vishal kehta hai ki usse kisi bhi madad ki zarurat ho toh usse kahe. Agle din woh dono uss hi chowk ke otle pe milte hai.

“Sambhad Viral, mari pase ek idea che, jo lala tane paisa ni zarurat che barabar? mari pase paisa che eme ghare padyaj hoye che have tare joiye toh tane 5 lakh 40 taka na vyaz par api saku bol” “Ummm…. Tari waat toh sachi che mane paisa ni bau zarurat che

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ane tari offer pan sari che pan mane sochvano thodo time apis?” “Jo, be divas ma mane ke taro su vichar che, pan ha ek vaat kai dau jyare laxmi chandlo karva avene tyare modhu dhova naa javaye”

Vishal ne Viral ko puri kahani batai aur scheme ke baare me samjhaya. Vishal haar mahine 4,600 kamayega kyuki 5 lakh ke 40 percent ke 16,600 huye jo woh haar mahine Viral deta aur Dhanji se ko 12,000 dene huye. Ye rakam thodi choti hogi magar, issi cheez ko 30-40 logo ke sath kiya jaaye toh? Kaafi khatarnak aur mushkile aa sakti hai. Vishal ko iss risk ke bare me pata tha par phir bhi usne nirnay le liya tha.

Ab iss confidence ko overconfidence me badal ne me jyada waqt nahi lagne wala tha. Dhandhe ke iss khel me ek chaal hoti hai ‘len-den’ yani agar kuch mange toh ussi kimat ki koi cheez jo aapke paas ho usse as a security girvi rakhni padti hai. Uss din Vishal bhi Dhanji seth ke pass kuch girvi rakhne gaya tha. Vishal ko investment me bohot hi interest tha, isse pehle usne kaafi baar investments kiye the, kahi shares me, kahi raw materials jaise gold chandi, tamba, pital adi, usne iss baar kuch purane shares ko girvi rakhne ka socha jiski kimat 5 lakh ke barabar thi.

Vishal ne Dhanji seth ko shares ke legal papers diye. Magar usse pata tha ki uske pass itne shares nhi the ki woh Dhanji seth jaise baaki ke 30 logo ko bhi utne shares girvi de sake isliye usne fraud ka rasta azmaya. Stamp duty papers ke xerox nikal kar usne legal dikhne wale documents banaye aur shares ke naam kar baki logo ko de diya the, iss baat se heran tha Vishal ki iss fraud ki badi saza usse mil sakti thi.

Ab tak sab kuch sahi chal raha tha, ek saal beet gaya tha aur kisi ko bhanak bhi nahi thi. Iss paristhiti me vyavhar, vachan aur sambandh behad jaruri hota hai. Jab aap par saval kiye jane lage uss waqt dheeraj aur behad atmavishvas se javab dena jaruri hota hai. Har prakar ki ginti karni zaruri hoti hai, ek chuk aur khel bighad sakta hai khas kar jab khel paiso ka ho. Vishal ne paise dekar aur lekar apna sara kaam samet liya tha. Parantu ab jo khel ke pase palatne wale hai woh Vishal ne kabhi soche bhi na honge. Ek saal ke iss jhoot ko chupane ke baad kahin se kisi ke kaan bhare gaye ki Vishal nakli papers ko girvi rakh paisa liye jaa raha tha. Iss afwa ko jankari me badalne me

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jyada waqt nhi laga dheere-dheere sabhi iss baat se wakif hone lage. Kahi se ye khabar Dhanji seth aur baki logo ke kaano me pohochne lagi. Shuruvat me Vishal ne badi chalaki se sabhi ko baato me behela diya, kisi ko rishtedari me, kisi ko dosti ke zariye. Mamla phir ek baar shant hone laga, Vishal iss baat se chintit hone laga ki kahi uski ye chal sabhi ko pata na chale isliye usne jin logo ko udhar diye the unhe paise wapis karne ki vinti ki.

“Kem cho Viral bhai?” “Kem cho Vishal bhai? avo avo mahina ni peli tarik atli veli avi gai.” “Are na re na ek problem thai gayo hato etla mate tamne keva ayo.” “Are su thayu Vishal bhai, baa bapa ni tabiyat toh thik che ne?” “Are na na apda Gopal ni daya thi emni tabiyat toh ekdum sari che, ee toh vaat evi che ne ke.”

Vishal ne Viral se kaha ki usse filhal uske 5 lakh rupaye ki behad jarurat thi uske liye woh akhri do mahine ka vyaz bhi maaf kar sakta tha. Iss baat se Viral hairan rehe gaya usne socha ki Vishal ko itne paiso ki zarurat kaha se aa padi. Vishal ne kaha ki usne kisi aur se udhar liye the jisse chukane ka waqt aa chuka tha magar market down aur mandi ke karan woh utni rakam jama nhi kar paya. Vishal ne Viral se vinanti ki, ki usse paiso ki badi zarurat hai. Viral ne usse paise de toh diye magar jin jin logo ko Vishal ne paise diye the un sabke naam bahar ane lage. Logo ki nazre ab Vishal par ane lagi thi dheere-dheere afwao ki ek lehar Vishal ke jivan me iss taraf ane lagi mano tsunami ki leher mumbai ko le dubi ho. Logo ke kano me vishal ki khabre pohochne lagi.

“Ae ye dekh woh nakli stamp paper wala.” “Bhai mene toh sunna hai ye aadmi fraud ke chakar me kai baar jail jaa chuka hai, aur court me toh sare hi judge ab isse pehechan ne lage” “Are apne aapko bada investor samajhta hai harami chori ka paisa rakhta ha”

Kahi na kahi logo ki bate sach thi magar unn bato me keval adha sach hua karta tha. Vishal iss baat se nhi daar raha tha ki uske parivar wale kya sochenge balki ye ki uski wajah se uske parivar walo ko kya sunna padd raha hoga.

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Afvao ka bhi alag hota hai kisi ki zindagi ujad ke rakh sakti hai toh kisi ki bana bhi sakti hai. Kahi na kahi iss baat ko bahar nikal ni hi thi aur woh din aa chuka tha. Sare lendar Vishal ke ghar dastak diye aur jor jor se Vishal ke naam ko pukarne lage. Kuch waqt tak darvaza nhi khola, magar jaise hi Dhanji seth ne darvaza thokne ki koshish ki Vishal ne avaz lagai. Kon hai kehekar puchne laga usse pata chal chuka tha ki sare log usse paise wasool ne aa chuke the akhir unke mehenat ke paise the jo Vishal ne apne dosto ko diye the. Vishal ne hath jodkar unse kaha ki me apke sare paise apko lauta dunga magar mujhe maaf kar dijiye. Logo ne Vishal ki ek na suni kyu ki jiss dastakhat Vishal ne logo ko diye the veger kanooni the aur iss baar jo logo ne than li thi ki agar iss vyakti ko chod diya gaya toh shayad ye paise leke bhag jayegi akhir ded crore koi mamuli rakum na thi.

Logo ne case kiya aur vishal ko salakho ke piche bhejdiya. Paise toh hasil ho hi jata magar baat vishvas ki thi. Chahe koi bhi cheez ke jariye aap business kare magar kanooni izajat aur kanoon ke dayre me hi kare. Vishal ko 6 saal ki saza sunai gai.

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I looked into the mirror, staring at my salt and pepper beard. I carefully started trimming my facial hair into a stubble, and stared at my wrinkles. It was a daily routine to prepare breakfast for myself and get ready to go to the hospital.

Being a doctor never allowed me to have a life of my own. I’ve always been surrounded by dead bodies. Carefully slicing them open, to check their conditions, has given me more satisfaction than any materialistic thing present. Although the blue rashes on my body say otherwise. I needed my own ways to remove my sexual frustration after a stressful day, especially after a day with my patients.

I look over to my bed, where the body of a young 30 year old woman lies. She had passed away due to cutting a vein, while killing herself. Her body was perfect, her bosom of the perfect size to grip onto, her perfectly shaped torso, too perfect to even resist. What a shame, I thought, that this body had gone to waste. I quickly move towards

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her, one last time, and insert a vaginal tube inside her, and then penetrate myself into her. A good thing about fucking a dead body is that they won’t scream, moan or say anything. The locality was quiet as always, and no one had any clue about this. I always thought it was very easy to conduct these activities late at night, on the empty road. My neighbours never bothered to come over to my place or ask, so it made the task easy.

After I finished, I cleaned myself and wrapped up her body in plastic and placed her in my cupboard carefully, making sure that she doesn’t fall out. I wore my track pants and shirt, tied my shoelaces and left my house. Staying fit was essential, to have a steady hand at slicing open my patients, operating on them and eventually taking them home. I usually went on runs to Powai Lake. I resided on an elevated landscape, with perfectly manicured trees, chopped grass, without any shit lying on the road, just how I preferred it. Smooth roads and wider footpaths made it easier for me to run quickly from my place to the lake. The part that I despised the most was the JVLR road, where the sound of the road made me go crazy, that I usually avoided as soon as possible and climbed the cross over bridge to reach the promenade on the other side.

The edge of the lake was filled with couples sitting at regular intervals, where they spoke, kissed, cuddled and stared at me. On that run, I encountered a woman, whose face I immediately recognized. She was big on OnlyFans, and went by the name Rani. I had paid to see her explicit images on the app, and thought it was my lucky day to have bumped into her. I caught her staring at me and flirtatiously smiled at me.

“Maine tumhein dekha hai, uss app pe, par tum akeli, idhar kya kar rahi ho?” “Bas aise hi ghumne aayi thi aur tum?” She said, twirling her finger around her hair.

We went on talking for a long time, and then she followed me home, where we hooked up. This went on for a few weeks. She waited for me near Hiranandani Hospital and followed me. Then we went to my place. I made sure to not remove any piece of clothing while having

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sex with her. She questioned me once about it, but I lied saying it was an insecurity, and then she never pushed it.

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6 saal badnami ke baad woh ghar aata hai, mayus aur thaka hara. Vishal ko mayus dekh uske papa ne Vishal ko unke purane dost se milvane ki thani. Vishal aur uske papa Praful subah 10 baje unke dost ke office pohoche.

“Are avo avo Praful bhai, gana divas thaya tame dekhaya nathi?” “Are mara vala mitra kem che tu, aa toh dukane thi fursat maale toh madu chu, aje vichar ayo apda radiy thi sauthi najik mitra ne madiye ane jo aa vaqte mara dikrane pan sathe lai ayo chu, mad mad aa che Vishal, ane vishal aa che maara bachpan na sauthi khas dostar Mr Bhadresh Gada. Ek successful businessman jemni Ghatkopar east na Rajawadi lane ma bau moti jewellers ni shop che. Bharti jewellers, Rasiklal jewellers, Sarnamala jewellers aa badhi market na king che. Mr Gada naam thi odhkan che amni.”

Vishal Mr Gada se hath milate huye kehta hai, “Hi sir kem cho hu, muh Vishal Prafull Chedda” “Av av dikra bes bes, bolo su piso thandu gara” “Are na na bhadriya jaminej aiva che” “Atla varso pachi aivo che at least chai toh pi” “Ja Sunil 3 kadak rajwadi chai leke ai” “Bl bol praful su chale che kevi che tabiyat gharma badha ni”

Praful bhai ne Mr Gada ko Vishal ke pure scam ke bare me bataya, Vishal ko koi naukri dene tayar nahi tha. Dukan bechkar unhone sare paise chuka diye the, ab gharme paise ane band ho chuke the isliye woh Mr Gada se unki madad mangne aye the. Kuch der baad Mr Gada ne kaha ki chinta mat kar Praful, Vishal apna hi bacha hai, me usse naukri pe rakh lunga aur rahi baat ghar ki toh tu chinta mat kar kuch paise abhi udhar rakh vyaaz dene ki zarurat nhi jab tere paas paise aa jaye mujhe lauta dena. Dono ne unka dhanyavad kiya aur Vishal ko naukri pe betha diya.

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Vishal ko Mr.Gada ke saath kaam huye ek saal ho chuka tha dono me kaafi achi rishtedari ho chuki thi. Mr.Gada ko Vishal ke kaam karne ke tarike bohot pasand aye. Mr.Gada ek buisnessman toh the magar unke pass itne paise ate kaha se ye vichar Vishal ke maan me aya aur bato hi bato me Vishal ne kisi raat Mr.Gada se yahi sawaal kiya aur Mr Gada ne kaha.

“Dekh Vishal me sirf gehne bechkar ya business ke zariye sirf paisa nhi kamata, kyu ki itna bada empire banane ke liye bali chada ni bhi zaruri hoti hai isliye me bhi kabhi kabhi fraud aur crime me guss hi jata hu” “Magar ye baat kisi tarah bahar chali gai toh isse aapka bana banaya empire bikhar bhi toh sakta hai na, akhir me bhi inhi afwao ke jariye pakda gaya tha” “Me janta hu magar ese kaamo me risk lene padte hai aur waise bhi logo ko khush rakha jaye toh logo ka muh band hi rehta hai kabhikabhi mehmano ka muh band karne ke liye nasta dena padta hai”

Vishal ko Mr.Gada ke harr dhandhe ke bare me pata chalta hai aur kyuki Mr. Gada ne uske pita ko kuch rakam diye the ghar chalane ke liye, Vishal chup raha.

Ek din Mr.Gada ko khyaal aya ki Vishal bhi fraud kar chuka hai aur usse paiso ke bare me kaafi jankari hoti hai isliye unhone Vishal ko ek kaam karne bheja. Kaam ye tha ki Sunil ne jiss bache ki details Mr. Gada ko di thi uss bache ko Mr Gada ke pass lana tha. Vishal bache ko lejata hai jo keval ek saal ka hota hai ghar par na maa thi na baap koi dhyan rakhne wala bhi nahi apne padosi ke paas chhod kar gaye the.

Vishal uss bache ko lekar Mr.Gada ke batai hui jagah pohochta hai. Hazrat Shah wali dargah jo Vihar lake ke thodi hi dur chote se sunsan ilake me hai, Vishal bache ke sath uss sunsaan jagah poochta hai jisse dekh kar woh heran ho chata hai ki esi gumnaam jagah me Mr.Gada mujhe iss bache ko kyu lane ke liye kehe rahe the. Jungali ilake me basa ye adda kisi bhi ger kanooni kaam ke liye behad sahi jagah thi, aspas koi log nahi rehte the aur pass hi me ek bada sa talab jo taskari ya kisi cheez ko chupane me kaam aa sakta tha. Uss adde par phochke Vishal chauk gaya kyuki uss chote se bangle me kaafi sare medical

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equipments jaise bed, injections, blood samples, glucose bottles aur kaafi sare ese aujaaz the jo kisi hospital ya medical labs me paye jate hai. Vishal, kehne ke mutabik doctor ko baccha saup deta hai aur ek package jo Mr.Gada tak pohochana hai woh le kar chala jata hai. Mr. Gada tak ek sample pohoch jata hai jisme ek khoon ki bootle hoti hai jis baat se Vishal bilkul anjaan tha.

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Dr.Arjun was a handsome man, in his early 50s. His age never bothered me, he was more well-mannered than any of the men that I had encountered in my life. We also had great sexual chemistry and our physical interaction had started to increase. He always appreciated how beautiful my body was and how I looked. One day he noticed me looking at myself in the mirror, worried. I had mentioned my desperate attempts to stop my face from having a single wrinkle. The following day he mentioned something very weird and strange.

“You can keep your beauty alive by injecting something in yourself.” “Are you serious? Mein ispe kaise bharosa rakhu?” “Haan yaar, woh procedure doctors hi karte hai, so don’t worry”

His suggestion kept ringing in my head. I went home and started to research about it. I quickly clicked on the link of a clinic’s page, where it suggested the prevention of ageing by injecting the blood of young children. At first I thought it was just a hoax, or means of making money. But after looking at some of their results, I wanted to give it a try.

I asked Arjun about him, “Do you know anyone who can help me with the ageing process?” “Ah! So you’ve finally made up your mind? Ek ladka hai, Vishal kakre, uske sethji iss sabka business karte hai” “Tum Vishal ko kaise jante ho?” “He had recently visited the hospital for some materials. Maine usko pucha usse yeh sab instruments kyun chahiye the. Fir usne mujhe uske sethji ke baare mein bataya” “Are you sure I can trust him?”

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“Yes yes you can.”

Arjun cleared my doubts and assured me that the procedure was safe. I contacted Mr. Gada, he enthusiastically asked me to visit him. The next day, I visited his shady godown, where I was injected with young blood. I thanked Mr. Gada, and left for Arjun’s place. I started removing my clothes, to take a bath, when I suddenly noticed bluish purple spots all over my body. I panicked, and called Arjun immediately to ask him why this had happened. He replied calmly, but his eyes said otherwise.

“I think it might be because of the blood that you recently injected. I will get you tested as soon as possible.” “Are you serious? Maine tumhare bharose par yeh sab kiya tha” “Lets go to Gada right now, usko puchte hai usne kis bacche ka khoon liya tha, don’t worry we will get you treated”

I immediately contacted Mr.Gada and asked him when I could meet him to discuss this. Gada was in complete denial and very confidently told me that his blood samples were completely safe and that he had been doing this for years without any issue. He also suggested we come to his godown, to have a look at all the blood samples. It was where he had photos of all the children, from whom he had got these samples.

When Gada showed me the child’s photo, I was left dumbstruck. I discovered that I had been injected with the blood of my own child.

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