1945, My Love Story (Unedited & Raw Version)

Phase: IX: A Thunder From The Almighty

I know, it was unlike me but my gut was saying something to me. My mind naturally controlled my actions and I continued walking behind her at a distance.

She kept walking almost half a kilometer inside the street which was empty, there were not a single person roaming around in that area. I was scared too looking at the lonely street. Suddenly, just behind a house, there she reached another house where the entrance was very small almost half of my height. She knocked at the door while I was watching from behind a wall of the first house. Someone opened the door, it was a male and she went inside. The man peeked out a little bit so instantly, I hid myself completely behind the wall. I heard the door closing so, I gave a glance at it and paused myself thinking whether I saw Avni or someone else. I was still not sure; I slowly came back from the street without making any noise.

My daily assumptions and the reality were getting entangled with so many questions and confusions. When I tried to find an answer to my question, more questions were coming up in front of me.

Was that Avni?

If yes, what was she doing there?

Whose house was it?

And who was that man?

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The whole day and night my mind was drifting towards many thoughts, I was quite torn between two things-Avni's real identity and Jones's sudden absence.

For next few days, I wen to the same street to keep an eye on that house but couldn't see a single person going into the house or coming out of the house. I even thought of knocking at the door once but then, I changed my mind. Not because I was scared but because I was not sure whether the woman I saw the other day was actually Avni or not. If she wasn't Avni, what will I ask about or who will I ask about to the man who will open the door?

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I was standing in the field after the training while waiting for the driver to pick me up when a fellow trainee came and asked. "You knew Jones right?"

I was caught off guard. "Pardon me?"

"I don't want to shock you but I have seen you with him many times, that's why I am curious." He chuckled.

"Y-yes, but we were just friends not that close." I avoided his eyes.

"Well, since you know, he has been missing for a while now, everyone is quite surprised about this sudden news." He said glancing at few of our other fellow trainees who were standing in a group across the field.

I didn't know how to react to that or what to say in response. I just nodded in acknowledgement.

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While I was sitting in the library reading few books, I noticed a paper peeking out from inside a book that was carefully kept in between the pages. I slid it out and unfolded it. The moment I read the paper, my eyes widened in shock.

It was a hand written weird map of the Fort William and the labels were not in English but in some Indian language that I couldn't recognize.

This was father's library, as far as I know, he doesn't know how to write in Indian language, who drew this and who kept it here. No one has access here other than me, father, Bhavani and his daughter.

No, I can't guess, right now.

I need to first confirm whether dad knows to write Indian language or not.

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"Mother, can you tell me which language is this?"

She looked at it for a while before saying. "I am sure but this looks very much similar to the Indian language. It's either Hindi or Bengali. If I am not wrong, these tringles kind of make me believe that, it is Bengali." She paused and starred at me and spoke glancing at the map.. "But what is this all about, I mean what is this drawing?"