The morning in Thakur Haveli was silent until Ratnesh’s heavy footsteps echoed down the stairs. His face was flushed with anger, and dragged by his power, the baby Ritwik was weeping uncontrollably.
His iron grip on the child’s fragile wrist and his harsh movements led them into the living area of the haveli. Out of sheer rage, he threw the boy’s small frame onto the floor and roared,
"अपनी ही जिंदगी में उलझी वो स्त्री, जो चली है लिखने कुछ सुलझी हुई कहानियां.." The stories I write are never meant to hurt the sentiments of any particular religion, gender or caste. Nor I intend to hate on anyone. My idea are based on social issues, social stigma and feminism.. I never did, not even in future I'll support suppression on woman, abuse and violence on them. I'm against it and you'll always find me standing against them.. If you enjoyed any of my work. I'm blessed to have you as my reader.. हर हर महादेव!! ~KASHI "काशी"
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