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KAAL- Life after all my deaths

Whilst my mind was wandering all over dinner, the sight that I had seen, my hot mug of coffee and a warm shower, there was a gentle knock at the door. For a moment, I felt that it was my imagination. No one would come to visit at this godforsaken hour. It was pouring so heavily. No sane man would step out at this time!

You killed your nation to build your frivolous empire.
You murdered your wife and orphaned countless children.
You killed for a living and yet, you loved with a passion. You loved with passion and you hated with a fire bellowing inside you.

She felt goosebumps all over her forearms and the top of her head as reached into the loft. She sat cross-legged with her back curled, like old days, amongst piles and piles of books, all of which had become more brown and stained over the years. Holding one of them carefully in her hand,

Ekta saigal pandit