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Neiladri Sinha Jr. :-
We wrapped up the shooting of 'The Night of death'. As planned earlier, my show Suspense Nights was a weekly show, that was set to be aired sat-sun, 8 pm. I wanted to be with my family for the grand premier of the show, and took the first flight to New Delhi. My parents are the highest Rank holders of IAS and IPS services and both their official residences are in New Delhi.
Usually I pay visit to my home once in a year during the annual festival in The Mother Goddess's honour. So my surprise visit delighted my parents. I was glad to see my brother Neilesh finally excelling in studies at least.
Oh! This reminded me of that Tanuj, who is a year older than my brother. Poor guy! While Neilesh is leading a tension free life, Tanuj has been by the circumstances to bear the burden of his hopeless elder brother's responsibilities. I decided that once I return, I would talk to him and help him enroll in a school in Mumbai so that he continues his education while making money. I talked to the resident ophthalmologist of our Hospital so that Tanuj's mother receives proper medical attention and Tanuj can return to his normal life.
That evening, we had our dinner at 7 and gathered in the common room for the premiere.
The first episode began with a landlord Chandrashekhar (Siddhant Baruah) and his wife Sumitra (Sugandha Sharma) inviting the former's hood friend Chittoprosad (Tanuj Rao), a lawyer cum freedom fighter to investigate s committed by a vampire-like creature, that injects an organic venom in its victims, that destroys the RBCs.
Chittoprosad learns from the villagers that the creature is velociraptor-like reptile with a feminine voice. It starts with cattle first, then the members of a volunteer party and then starts calling its specific victim by name.
Neilesh and I sat on the deewan as we watched, fighting for the common bowl of corn kernels. My brother is 5'9 and lean with developing muscles. But he is no match for Neiladri Sinha and I overpowered him by holding both his arms behind him with my left hand and the bowl with my right.
"Ma! Neil Dada (Bengali word for elder brother) is hurting me. Ouch!" Cried Neilesh in his cracking voice, expecting to be rescued.
Ma and Baba were sitting on the couch. Ma glared towards us in mock-irritation while Baba burst into laughter.
"When will the two of you grow up?" remarked Ma.
I chuckled wickedly and said "Neiladri Sinha is a grown-up guy."
"Shut up!" said Ma and turned towards the screen. Only Ma can shut me up. After all, Damini Sinha is MOTHER of Neiladri Sinha.
Baba snatched the bowl from me and began to eat. Neilesh and I watched him with our jaws dropped in astonishment.
Ma started laughing and scorned us "Neiladri Sinha Jr. might have grown up, but he must always remember that Neiladri Sinha Sr. is his daddy."
Now Neilesh started to laugh, mimicking my remark.
"Ha, ha, ha! Very funny." I said in irritation, stressing upon the 'f' of funny. With everyone laughing, I started laughing as well.
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Tanuj Rao :-
After the shooting wrapped up, I decided to go to Nagpur. I missed Aai. Those two weeks of shooting was one of the worst phases of my life. It was hard to watch my Neil, my Sweetpea hanging out with that bitch Smita. They would laugh together, eat together, click photos together, address the press conference together.
I would think "Why Sweetpea, why did you do this to me? Why did you break my heart?" And then I would envision a vampiric visage of Neil with pale white skin and red eyes yelling at me "Is it my fault that I am hot? I don't even know that you love me. So on what grounds are you blaming me for something I didn't do, you imbecile?" And I would wake up at night, with my clothes and the bed sheets soaked in my sweat.
He's right. He doesn't even know that I love him. How can I blame him for my heart break? I alone am responsible for this. Realising the harsh reality, I would cry holding a pillow, praying to God that my tears wash away Neil's memories.
But it seems God wants me to suffer. Maybe Aai's affection can help me forget Neil.
I wanted to tell Neil that I can't work for him anymore. But he didn't answer my calls. Fearing that something must have happened to him, I rushed to his apartment and found it locked. I came to know that he has gone to Delhi, and maybe has taken Smita along with him. A day will come when my Sweetpea will marry that bitch, and I'll be left all alone. I walked back to Sahil's as the raindrops masked my tears.
I took a train to Nagpur and went home. Baba said "Shame on you" closed the door on my face. I learnt from my neighbour that unable to bear Aai's expenses, Baba and Dada left her to my Ajji-Ajoba's (Marathi words for grandmother and grandfather) home.
Aai couldn't see me properly, but she was proud of me. After watching the first part of the show, where I investigate the s committed by a dinosaur, Iay down my tired head on Aai's lap. Aai stroked my wavy tresses with her fingers.
"What happened?" Asked Aai.
I took a deep breath and said "Aai, do you remember the lullaby you used to sing for me when I was a baby? Please sing it for me. I want to be your little baby once again and sleep on your lap."
As I spoke, a vision of Neil and Smita kissing each other came into my mind and a tear tolled down from my eye.
"Someone hurt my baby?" Aai asked in a concerned tone.
"Yes." I said.
"Who hurt you?" Aai asked, sadness creeping in her voice.
I closed my eyes, wiped my tear and faced the reality.
"I hurt myself."
"How?" Aai was puzzled.
I started "Aai, actually I am g...."
But a couple of knocks interrupted me.
Who can be at this time?
Another knock, a little persistent.
I rose from the bed, walked to the door and opened it. I had to shut my nose due to the stink of alcohol. It was my Dada and his friend Anand. Dada gave me a bear hug, lifting my 42 Kilo self off the ground.
"My brother!" He said in a drunken voice as he lowered me. By the time, Aai realised who it was.
She said "Ganpat! What have you come for?"
Dada said "Aai, Aai, Aai!......hic.......My brother is a super........hic.......star now. He is earning........hic.........good money. Shouldn't we cele.........hic.........brate?
While saying so, he took out a bottle of country liquor, opened it and emptied its contents on the floor.
Aai covered her nose with the end of her Saree, and turned away, disgusted.
Anand said "Kaki (Indian word for father's younger brother's wife), give us some money. We will celebrate Tanuj's success."
Aai said "Enough! Get out of my house both of you. Or else I'll call the police."
They ignored Aai and walked into the bedroom. Aai tried to get up and stop them. "That's my son's hard earned money you rascals! Don't you dare touch it." But she tripped and fell down.
"Aai!" I rushed to her and started helping her rise.
"I am fine. Go stop them." Aai said.
My mistake. I failed Aai yet again. It was me who insisted Sweetpea to pay me in cash, because neither I nor my Aai have any bank account, and I couldn't take the risk of transferring the amount to Baba or Dada's accounts.
Neil summoned me to a cafe in a mall, and came there right after hitting gym. He handed me the money in a bag, a collection of crisp notes withdrawn from an ATM. They had the aroma of Sweetpea's sweaty palms.
As I entered the bedroom, I saw Dada counting a bundle of currency notes and then putting them back into the bag.
I said "Dada please don't do this! I earned this money for Aai's treatment."
Dada looked shocked. He pretended to cry and said "You are right my brother. Aai needs money."
Then drawing a 1000 Rupees note, he threw it at me and said "This is for Aai's treatment."
"DADA!" I growled as tears poured down my face. I jumped forward and caught hold of the bag.
Suddenly I felt a hand grabbing my hair and pulling me backwards. I cried out in pain and anguish. Anand pushed me on the bed and I heard him and Dada rush out of the room and close it from the outside.
I sprang to my feet and banged the door screaming "Dada! Aai! For God's sake please open the door! Aai is your mother as well Dada! Please don't do this!"
I kept pleading for five minutes, and the our neighbour Pratibha Taai (Marathi word for elder sister) opened the door.
There were neighbours in our living room, one of the ladies consoling my Aai, whom I seated on the bed before facing Dada.
"Someone stop them! They took away my son's hard earned money!" Aai said while crying.
I knelled before her and said in a d voice "Aai I am sorry! I failed you!" and then I broke down.
Aai wrapped her arms around me in an embrace and we cried at our misfortune.
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"Holy shit!" said Sahil, when I told him everything over the phone next morning.
"I mean how can he do that with his own mother and brother?" He said.
I said "I know he can't do that on his own. That motherfucker Anand is the root of all our problems. At his saying, Ganpat stole Aai's jewelery. When Aai caught him stealing Baba's money, he falsely alleged Aai having an extramarital affair and painted me as a bastard . Surprisingly, my spineless father believed him."
"Ya Allah!" proclaimed Sahil, obviously stunned at the low level my brother could stoop at.
Sahil said "Bro, by now they would have spent the money. Even if you involve police now, you won't get anything."
I said "Don't be mad! I can't risk Aai's life by involving police."
Sahil said "With that said, what will you do now?"
I replied "I don't know! I mean I am so frustrated with life that committing suicide seems to be the best thing to do."
Sahil kept quite for a moment and then said "Shut the fuck up! Don't even think about it. Come to Mumbai and talk to that Bengali Richie Rich. He offered you another role, didn't he?
I thought my heart skipped a beat.
"Yeah, he did. But....."
"I know, I know." interrupted Sahil.
"He's rude, short-tempered and cocky. But dude, this Neiladri guy is a saint if compared with that Devil of your brother. Come soon. Allah Hafiz"
I already knew it. Sweetpea is like a coconut; hard outside, soft inside. I knew he will help me if needed. But I also knew that I was 'anyone' to him. Only if Sahil knew the real reason why I am avoiding Neil. Maybe his mother is seeing her future daughter-in-law in Smita.
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Leaving Aai at Pratibha Taai's care, I returned to Mumbai. Leaving Aai at Nagpur all by herself is a hard thing for me. But what can I do? I don't have any place to live in Mumbai, and I can't take advantage of Sahil's friendship.
As usual, I took a local train to Dombivali after my train from Nagpur arrived at CST. Till my last visit, Mumbai was the city of dreams. But for the first time, it appeared as if I was all alone in this mad crowd.
As I climbed the stairs to Sahil's apartment, I found his girlfriend Razia throwing my belongings in the common space as Sahil watched her do so with arms crossed.
"Sahil?" was my reaction.
I saw Razia leaping at me, swinging her left hand, and her open palm hit my left cheek, causing a stinging sensation.
"You rascal! How dare you come here with your dirty intentions?" screamed Razia.
I was stunned to silence. I turned to Sahil.
He said "What did you think faggot, you'll continue defiling my home with your evil presence and I'll never know? Allah does justice and punishes the wicked like you."
And then the realisation dawned upon me. Sahil held before me what he was hiding behind his back. May gay porn magazine that I forgot to take.
"By Allah's grace, I decided to clean up the apartment for Ramadan, and this is what I found in your goods." said Razia.
Sahil turned to me and said "I won't tell your mother about your sin" said Sahil.
"But you can't live here anymore. Get out and never show me your face."
I couldn't believe my ears. My best friend was breaking our friendship because I am gay!
"Sahil, I wanted to tell you but........" I tried to explain, but he interrupted
"But you were afraid that I'll break my friendship with you, right? You knew down there that you are wrong. You knew that what you did is a sin."
Sin???? My love for Sweetpea a sin? Love is not sin!
"How, how dare you to insult my love?"
Sahil spoke as Razia entered the apartment "Loving a man is sin for a man. You have committed the greatest sin by choosing to be gay. Allah will never forgive you. You will burn in hell." And he slammed the door.
I gathered my belongings, put them in my bag, and looked back at that closed door. I knew Sahil was wrong. Love can never be sin.
I went ahead and knocked the door. I knew he was looking at me with peep hole.
I screamed back at them "My love is not sin, and I'll prove it to you."
And then I walked away. I didn't know where I was headed to. I guess I had decided to go where my feet carry me away.
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Neiladri Sinha Jr. :-
8 pm. We had landed in Mumbai a few minutes ago. Yes, I am using 'we' because I didn't return along. My family accompanied me, especially since Neilesh's school is closed for summer vacations. My brother wanted to spend time with me, and so we were in Mumbai.
My parents gifted me a Land Rover on my 16th birthday, but since the legal age of driving is 18 in India, I had no license and had to depend upon a driver while travelling on heavy traffic roads. The driver came to the arrival terminal to pick us up. But after talking to someone over the phone, Baba told me
"We have been summoned urgently to the Governor's office. Will you be able to babysit your brother for few hours?"
I said "Not an issue Baba. Work comes first. Don't worry, I'll take Neilu (my brother) home. You guys take the Land Rover, we'll be fine."
Ma kissed our foreheads and said "Take care. We'll be home soon."
I waved to a cab, loaded our luggage, hopped into it along Neilesh and headed towards home.
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Tanuj Rao :-
I was tired of roaming around. With no roof above my head, I felt even more alone. Unable to walk anymore, I sat down on the side walk and began to recall the events that changed the course of my life.
First I gave an audition and was selected as lead of an episodic. Then I fell for my hot producer, who has a hot girlfriend and feels nothing about me. Then my own brother robbed me off the money I had earned for Aai's treatment. And now my best friend turned out to be a homophobic and kicked me out of his house. What has life stored for me? Will I ever be happy?
As I was pondering thus, a cab passed by. It stopped around 20 feet away from me and started to reverse. It stopped before me, a door swung open, and after so many days I was finally seeing my first love.
He looked fabulous as always, clad in blue jeans, white full-sleeved button up shirt, a black hat and black leather boots.
Sweetpea was followed by a splitting image of him, maybe his younger brother. The boy was a year younger to me, and looked like a younger version of Neil.
Clad in black tee, camouflage beige shorts, a white baseball cap and navy blue sneakers, his tonned legs were long like those of Neil. He was lighter in built with his muscles still developing, and was of yellowish complexion in contrast to Neil's bronze skin. His black eyes reflected his innocence and ishness, unlike those of Neil's, which were mirthful and full of mischief. Even at 5'9, he looked like a before Neil.
However, the most striking feature was his face, which was almost identical with Neil's and he had same undercut hair as Neil. Had they not been of different height and complexion, they could have easily passed as twins.
A sight of this boy would have ignited my passion, had I not given my heart to Neil.
"What a pleasant surprise!" said Neil, smiling widely at me. He brought me back to reality.
Before I could say anything, Neil's brother came up to me and said innocently "I know you. You are Chittoprosad. I am a big fan of yours sir."
My fan? That was different.
Sweetpea laughed loudly and tapped his brother on head. The boy groaned and made a cry-baby face.
"His name is Tanuj you idiot." said Neil and winked at me.
I couldn't take it any longer and closed my eyes. But as I did, I felt my knees go limp and fainted for a while.
Neil responded quickly and prevented my fall by wrapping his right arm around my waist while he held my head with his left. I thought I saw a flick of passion in Neil's eyes. He leaned forward and our lips met. I felt his warm tongue slide into my mouth while he sucked upon my thin lips. He opened his black eyes and smiled through his kiss. Uff, that dimpled smile!
I placed my arms on Sweetpea's shoulders and gently caressed his silky tresses while pulling him deeper into me. Then he lifted me in his strong arms and laid me down on the back seat of the cab, with my head dangling. He unbuckled his belt, unzipped his jeans, pulled them down to his knees and pressed the precum coated cock head on my delicate lips. It had lipstick stains on its shaft.
"Suck my dick you good for nothing faggot." Said Neil as he slapped my rosy cheeks with that monster cock.
He grabbed my throat and yelled, with a vicious look on his face, barring his teeth "Open your mouth bitch and take my dick. Taste Smita's ass and pussy juices. Geez! It felt so good to pound her hard and fuck her brains out!"
I did as ordered. As I parted my lips, Neil drove the entire length of his cock into my throat so hard, that I uttered a muffled scream of pain and flayed my arms and legs as Sweetpea continued to gag me. He humped my face so hard that the back of my head banged with the metal of the car.
Like a beast, he banged my face, with his thighs and balls slapping against my face. He was uttering animalistic roars as he d my face.
"Gag on my dick you cock sucking whore!" Yelled Neil, as he pinched my nose and shut my nostrils.
"Glug! Glug! Glug! Glug!" I gagged as his cock drove deeper into my throat, making sloshing noises. Drool ran down my face as I began to cry in pain and disgust.
Breathless, I flayed my limbs violently. And then he uttered a curdling roar, shrill as the whistle of a train as he withdrew his cock and shot endless ropes of his hot white lava, glazing my face.
And then I heard victorious laughter of a mob. As I opened my eyes, gasping for breath, I found a naked Smita with a strap on dildo in front of me. I could see Sahil, Razia, Ganpat, Anand & their hooligan friends and many more people laughing at me. Some of them cheered for Smita "Yeah baby fuck the hell of this fag whore."
Smita leaned and smiled wickedly. She said "This should serve as a lesson to all those faggots who dare to come between me and Sweetpea."
Then raising both her hands, Smita burst into bouts of ghastly laughter.
I yelled at her "Shut up. No one calls Neil 'Sweetpea' but me."
And then I saw from the corner of my eye, Neil was being held back by Ganpat and his friends.
"You all will pay for disobeying Neiladri Sinha!" Yelled my Sweetpea, as he struggled to free himself from the grip of those monsters.
But then Smita pulled a gun on my face.
"Let him go!" Yelled Neil as he jerked off those monsters. He had -shot eyes and his face was contorted in extreme fury. He grabbed an iron pole and began to thrash them.
All of a sudden, he turned to me and with the same vicious look on his face, yelled "Run Peaches! Run for your life!"
I saw Ganpat rise behind him, with a shining knife. Before I could alert Sweetpea, Ganpat swung the blade at Neil's back and he lurched forward, uttering a groan. And then a gunshot, with a bullet slamming into Neil's shoulder.
"NOOOOOOOOO!" I screamed, as I woke up.
The surroundings were alien. Except an attending nurse, there was no one around. An overhead lamp emitted light and the AC cooled the room. I was laying on a hospital bed, with a needle of glucose driven into my right arm's veins. It was a nightmare.
"How are you feeling?" asked the nurse.
I said in a groggy voice "I feel better now. But my head is so heavy. What happened to me?"
"You fainted." Said a sweet voice, that had called me 'Peaches' last night.
I saw Neil enter the ward. He had no hat this time, but a lab coat and a stethoscope. He smiled at me gently, but concern was in his tone.
He walked over to me and sat on the visitor's tool. As I was about to rise, he signaled me to remain laid. He looked worn out with his eyes reddened. He didn't sleep last night, for me. He checked my pulse and heart beat.
Then the door swung open and entered a bald middle aged doctor. Neil stood up and greeted him "Good morning sir", as he forwarded his right hand. The jolly doctor smiled genuinely and shook Neil's hand. "Good morning young man! How's your friend?"
Neil told him in details that my heart beat and pressure are normal and I was ready for discharge.
The doctor's eyes lit up in excitement and he said "Excellent! No doubt you're our star student. Your analysis is always correct."
Neil smiled and said in his usual confident self "The credit goes to you sir. When gardener is good, flowers bloom!" And then the room reverberated with hearty laughter of Neil and his professor.
The doctor turned to me and said in a jolly tone, his humour lines clearly visible "And young man! You haven't eaten properly for last few days, isn't it? Look at your friend; he eats healthy and keeps fit. You should do the same!"
I looked behind him and found Neil with his eyes closed, smiling gleefully and grooving as he waved his hands, pretending to be playing on the doctor's bald scalp like a drum.
I suppressed my laughter with great difficulty and said "Thank you doctor, for everything you have done for me."
The doctor burst into laughter and said "No young man! I came just now. You should thank your friend. He brought you here and treated you. He stayed awake whole night and nursed you."
Was it true? Did Neil nurse me? Did my Sweetpea care for me? But why? Did he feel for me the same way I felt for him?
The doctor turned to the Nurse and said "Sister, go to Mrs. Bethany's ward. I'll be there in five." and walked out. As I was now left alone with Neil, his smile faded and he frowned.
"What is this Tanuj? Why didn't you tell me anything?" He asked sternly.
Oh my God! I hope I didn't babble while asleep.
I said "I am sorry Neil, I really am. I didn't want to freak you out."
Neil said "What? Why should I be freaked out? Look , once I pay you for your work, the money is yours. It's none of my business what you do with your money. But since you had earned it for your mother's treatment, you should have been careful. And at least you could have told me, I could have provided legal help. My mother is IPS."
I took a sigh of relief. But it was momentary. I asked "Neil, how do you know what happened with me in Nagpur? Who told you all this?"
Sweetpea's face and eyes turned blank for the first time. He said "I called your friend Sahil since he's the only person you know in Mumbai. But I found that he's not your friend anymore."
My fears were confirmed. Damn that Sahil.
Neil must have noticed my face turning pale. He said in an assuring tone and said "Hey, it doesn't matter that you are gay, and you shouldn't be ashamed of it. See, no one chooses to be gay; it's inborn, inherited from our ancestors. Don't bother what others say, for God made you this way. Who are others to question God's will?"
My Good Lord! Not just Sweetpea know that I am gay, he accepted me the way I am. He was right; God can't be so narrow-minded to condemn my love. Tears welled up in my eyes as I felt such compassion towards me from someone other than Aai.
"Hey, I am sorry if I said something I shouldn't have." said Neil as he got tense.
I wiped my tears and said "It's okay. It's just that I was overwhelmed by your reaction. Till date I have been called a faggot and have been told that God will condemn me to hell for being gay."
Neil smiled kindly and said "Don't think about them. Know that there is someone who knows the real you and has no problem with it. Know that Neiladri Sinha makes his own way and strides on it."
I smiled.
Neil asked nervously "Tanuj, if you allow me, I would like to ask you something."
"What is it?" I asked.
Sweetpea asked nervously "I don't know whether I should ask you or not, but are you attracted to me?"
I stopped breathing.
He knew I am gay and accepted me. Won't it be wrong on my part to expect him to reciprocate my love so early? But how do I tell him that I am more than attracted? How do I tell him that I love him more than my dear life?
My face fell and I turned away from him.
"Neil, I maybe gay; but I am not a slut who sleeps around with many men."
Neil blushed and turned darker.
"I didn't mean that. It's just that last night you were mumbling 'Neil don't leave me alone', 'Neil I am scared' etc while asleep. For the whole night you grasped my hand and didn't let go."
Now it was my turn to blush.
Neil continued "See, it sounds weird in today's date; but I am saving myself for the day I find true love. For now, I am a celibate and an asexual."
What????
"But I thought Smita is your girlfriend."
I remember my one and only visit to Sweetpea's home. He was sitting on a single couch and Smita was perched on the armrest, brandishing her legs through a mini skirt. She held two coffee mugs and Neil would take a sip from one in regular intervals.
They way they looked at each other and communicated with eyes, no way they are just good friends.
As it all flashed in my mind, Smita entered the ward and heard my last statement.
"Neil, patient no. 206 is recove......" she said as she walked in. But my statement interrupted her and stunned her to silence.
Neil looked at me mischievously and said "Sorry , but I think I heard you saying Smita is my girlfriend."
Silence for a while. And then Smita resounded with a high pitched laughter.
Neil chuckled a little and then said "Stop it Smita, you're embarrassing him."
But Smita kept laughing as if there was no end of it. Finally, Neil burst into laughter too.
It was really embarrassing.
Smita gradually stopped laughing and brandished her engagement ring to me.
"I am already engaged and set to marry my boyfriend in September this year. I am certainly not Neil's girlfriend." she said with a smile.
Neil said "Dude, do I look like a nincompoop to date a cop's fiance?"
Smita playfully strangulated Neil from behind and he rolled his eyes and stuck his tongue, uttering a groan.
Smita let go of him and said "Anyways, patient no. 206 is recovering and his family wants to discharge him. Professor Sen called us to see him."
"Okay. I'll be there in five." said Neil as Smita turned to me and said "See you later." and walked away.
Neil turned to me and said "So having all said, I am not involving in any kind of relationship and I expect you to respect my decision."
I smiled and said "Don't worry. There's nothing like you're thinking."
"Cool." He said.
"We'll prepare your discharge papers and you're coming home with me."
"Neil, thank you for everything. But I can't take anymore favours."
"Favour? What favour?" Asked Neil in a stern tone. Then he said in his aristocratic voice "You'll be my tenant. I'll deduce the rent from your payment. Neiladri Sinha doesn't buy 'No' as an answer."
"Neil, it's true that I work for you, but I am not your slave; you can't dictate me every time." I took my stand.
Neil's expression softened.
"My friend! Listen to me carefully. Once you are discharged, you have two options. First, you go back and sit on that side walk, cursing your stars with no roof; and second, my home, whose doors are always open for you. Think your next course of action practically and choose wisely. And you are playing Feluda's cousin Topshe in our Feluda series."
And then he left.
My goodness! What the hell was happening with me?
Few hours ago, I was disappointed with life. But now I had new hope.
My Sweetpea knows that I am gay, and he has no problem with it. He is single and saving himself for his true love. He doesn't love me though; but I am his friend at least. He is offering me job and shelter, at least till I have enough money to arrange my own accommodation.
But I thought so wrong about Smita, and I am sorry for that.
As I was thinking about the turn of events, the door opened ajar and Neil's brother peeped in with a smiling face.
"Hi!"
Surprisingly, the boy held a Batman action figure.
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