Virat: Sai, come here and sleep. It's too late by now. I will wake you up early in the morning. Do finish your studies then.
Sai: No Virat sir! You please sleep I can't sleep now. My exams are knocking at the door and I have to revise the whole syllabus.
Virat pressurised his naughty brain cells to find out some idea to make her sleep beside him with him. How can he confess that he is habituated to sleep with her beside him. He doesn't feel sleepy when she is not beside him.
His jungli wife doesn't fear anything at least not any human. She is scared of some weird things like Chipkali , Chudail. Yes, chudail. This would be the great idea to make his pretty wife feel little dependent on him.
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He glanced at the hardly opened window of his room which was exposing the giant ancient banyan tree . He smirked while making a horror story in his mind.
Virat: Sai, come sleep na?
Sai: Virat sir, why are you pleading when you know I won't come. Aisa toh nahi hai na ki main aapko loori gaake sulane wali hoo. Just go to sleep.
Virat: Please come. I am saying for you only.
Sai: For me?
Virat: yes for you. Look over there. Can you see that tree beside mrs. Mahtre's house?
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Sai: yes, but what's special in that tree?
Virat: special? Nothing special in fact it's a sad story. When I was in college I used to read here like you. But not after the day I heard that story.
Sai: What story? She asked curiously totally ignorant of what's coming next.
Virat: there lives a chudail in that tree. A 200 years old dead woman. She hanged herself in that tree now she resides there and hunts for girls in the fool moon.
Sai's eyes shifted to that tree straight away hearing Virat's story.
Virat devilishly smiles in his mind seeing his story's effect on her.
