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CID :: Special Episode :: The case of the Widow’s Husband
Its 4 am in the morning and Abhijeet is still working on his laptop. He hadnt slept the whole night but was checking Police Reports about a case. However he couldnt find any worth studying results. Only it was mentioned that the culprit died in a road accident and hence the case was closed without any further investigations or details. It was a 5 month old incident where jewellery worth crores was stolen from an International exhibition and immediately was sold separately in various parts of the world. The money so obtained was converted into diamonds within a matter of hours, after that. This was the biggest robbery ever committed…
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CID Fanfic :: Episode 2 :: Case of the Jinxed Necklace
Daya is in his home.. humming and then the bell rings… he goes and opens the door and there is a boy. Daya – “ji?” Boy – “aap CID inspector Daya hain?” Daya – “haan par tum kaun ho?” Boy – “main Vishal hoon. Richa Aggarwal ka neighbour. Richa ne kaha ki ye main aapko deta jaun.” Daya – “Richa Aggarwal?” Vishal – “Richa ne bataya ki wohh apke saath college mein thi…” Daya – “ohh haan Richa.. kahan hai wohh abhi?” Vishal – “pata nahi sir. 1 hafte pehle ek din achanak hi ek bag mein kapde daale aur chali gayi. Ghar mein sab samaan waisa hi pada hai.…
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CID Fanfic :: Episode 1 :: The case of the poisonous needle
Scene 1 We are in a water park where all water swings are there and stuff… people have come here for picnic and they are enjoying rides and everything. There is a long queue for a particular swing… The Splash.. where people in group of 2 or 3 slide down a big slide into pool… Simran (the first in queue) – “Raj dekho na.. kab khulega?” Raj – “gaya hai na wohh kholne” Tanvi – “main bhi thak gayi hoon. 15 minute se khade hain. Baki saare jhoole khul gaye.” Ishaan – “Tum mein bilkul sabra nahi hai.. Dekho aa gaya wohh.” Simran – “Main pehle… main pehle..” The guard…
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I Miss You
“Namarata… ” I heard him call… All I could see was a hand coming towards me from the darkness… It was his hand.. I could tell anyday… even if he hadnt worn our engagement ring… The fingers curled in to call me… It was all dark around me and I felt myself sinking deeper and deeper into the darkness… If it was any other time when Aditya would have called me… I would have stretched my hand towards him… to hold his… but this one was different… I pulled my hand away and said “I am reaching for you!” and his fingers curled and shook in a way to say…
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A mini situation :: CID Fanfic
Dhiren could not understand why any woman would have hundreds of her own photographs scattered throughout her home, furniture toppled chaotically, and spots of multicolored paint staining everything in sight. However, he didn’t have time to bother with such issues. His focus was on one thing: the cash and jewels he would be stealing from this home. “Her name is Sheetal Ambuja. She’s a vice-president for Sheetal Industries, lives alone, and keeps a good one hundred to two hundred thousand in cash and jewels in the house at any one time,” Tejas had told him when they’d met at the Malibu Bar and Grill. “What about her schedule?” Dhiren had…
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The one for whom I compose this Song
A pinch of right and a pinch of wrong Is the one for who I compose this song He’s bitter, He’s sour But maybe that’s the flavors of his heart He’s dedicated, He’s divine But maybe its just his less known part His journey is not this short; it is rather long Of the one for who I compose this song So much pain is in there In the heart that he bears Yet I see him smile Even when nothing good he hears Never had a friend, did he for very long The one for who I compose this song At times he can get greedy Wanting more than…
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The Mitesh Kanani
He woke up early morning at five, like his usual routine. It was a bright and chirpy morning. The first rays of the Sun were starting to make his window glow bright. This was the time of the day which he enjoyed the most. He was awake, yet not out of bed. After a few moments, he felt his wife get up from the bed and leave the room for the morning chores. He heard his kids wake up. It was the best feeling in the world. Every morning when he heard their voices, it made the days better and life more beautiful. It was the same routine every day.…
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The Rhythm of my own Song
They want me silent They want me controlled They need me to fit their perfect mould To walk and talk like a lady to cook and clean and be a heliolatry To be the one who’s easily defined not too rugged but can sail through every grind. But in my head, stuck there is a song it is not too loud but it has been there all along Its speaks of a place I want to see It speaks of the people who wish, just like me It sings the verses of brave knights of battles and wins here, I can only dream at night It tells about the women…
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Seat in a Metro : Ladies Special
If you have ever travelled by the Delhi Metro or have a basic idea about it, you would know how the Seats are divided, still let me give a brief intro – basically – The first compartment is reserved for ladies only (except in the violet line – as far as I am aware). Any male passenger is requested not to travel by this. 4 seats per compartment are marked for ladies. 12 seats per compartment (except in the first and the last compartment where only 8 seats) are marked for the old or the physically challenged passengers. Now whenever a new girl enters the metro compartment, she will…
