❦𝖨𝗇 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝖼𝗁 𝖺 𝗉𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝗆𝖺𝗇 obsesses over 𝖺 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖻𝗂𝖽𝖽𝖾𝗇 𝗐𝗈𝗆𝖺𝗇❦
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Based in the partition era, Oishimaya Basu is the youngest daughter of the Basu family. With a feisty...
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𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄
𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐑:𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟏
𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: 𝐏𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍
"I wish you were the one sitting by my side, not her."
My rash footsteps could be heard as I stared in reverence at the enchanting 3 storeyed mansion. It was covered in weed and dust but it didn't take away the haunting beauty of it. The windows of the mansion stared at me as if they could read through my heart. The walls of it were discolored, making me wonder if it was truly from dust or the blood of the dead.
The door opened, making a creaking sound, revealing a humungous staircase that led to the upper floor. Beside it was the drawing-room that had some old sofas covered.
I was stopped from my thorough examination when my grandfather called out,
"Let's get freshened up. We will meet for dinner at 8 o'clock."
I looked at the grandfather clock which indicated that it was currently 5 o'clock.
"What is that?", I asked absolutely nobody like a fool, staring at the collection of guns right across from the clock.
"Oh, that."
"That is my gun collection." My grandfather replied.
I stared at the guns of different varieties from plain ones to gold ones, big to small, and I noticed that each gun was customized and had the year they came out engraved on them. They were also arranged from the oldest to the newest, and the most recent one was CZ 52 with the year 1952 written on it.
"Why didn't you collect after 1952?"
"Huh?" my grandfather asked, clearly confused.
"You stopped collecting them after 1952 although there is space for more on the wall."
My grandfather cleared his throat and my father stepped in, "Forgive her, Father she is rather a curious child." He laughs almost embarrassed, patting my shoulder.
"Apologize to him." My mother says in a sickly sweet voice, pinching my arm.
Not understanding why should I apologize, but noticing the rage of my mother's eyes I said.
"I apologize."
After asking my Mom to show me the way to my room, I began to pounce on her with questions.
