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My beloved
#SecretStory
Chilling under the bed, lights were off except a muted light coming out of the closest. Taransh was sweating and his bed was completely wrinkled. Even he felt wety foul smell, couldn't find the source. Being a revolutionary, sitting inside a lockup with a few more days to live counting his hanging order that has been signed by the jury.
In the court all were shocked except Taransh. He felt, the jury board was taking the revenge because of their ego and he was the scapegoat. There he saw his little boy standing with a dry & dull face, trying to control his emotions. Smiling at him Taransh winked and in within he got a vibe of relief. He exchanged smile with him, standing beside my friend. While returning back to the jail he prayed for relief from this life.
A shadow passed by swiftly, able to observe the glittering light of the eyeball. Recalling his son's face to avoid the foul smell and started counting his death again..
It's only four days to close his eyes through a corrupt system which only thinks about self. Lot of memories are brimming up in his mind, especially childhood days. Being a revolutionary he had met a lot of influncials, but never forgot a few faces which encouraged him to lead into this path. A mild air-freshener can be good at this moment. Missing his son who helps him to get these.
No...I have to fight back - He utters within.

to be contd...
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