"Kio xeneke koiso Abhi? Life t mor eko xukh naai. Tor aaru Baba r bahire mor kun ase ko? Kio mok aaru xaasti dii aso?"
"Babako kaarhi niso toi mor pora. Mok ki kori thoi goiso toi ha? Mor baba...."
"Abhi please, xeitu nokobi please. "
She was crying loudly.
"Kio ha? Kio nokom? Kio nokom je Baba mor lora hoi, huh? Toi nijor sarthor kaarone 4ta jibon dhonkho korili Aahi. Kunodine eko kua naai tok. Toi dur hoi goli mor pora, eko kua naai. Babak mor pora kaarhi nili, eko kua naai. Toi biya hoi xukhi hoiso, moi o xukhi hoisu. Kintu, moi jetia xukhi hobo sesta korisu, kio nidio haa mok?"
Suddenly, her phone rang up. It was call from her husband. She calmed herself down and pickep up the call.
"Kua Geet."
He said something on the other side.
"Hm, packing hoise. Jaau e aaru ulaai."
Abhi was shocked.
When she hung up the call, he said.
"Jaabi toi aaji?"
She was silent.
"Moi kiba xudhiso."
"Hmmm"
He didn't say anything. He turned back to go away. Aahi called.
"Abhi...."
He turned back. She was looking at him.
"Eta bostu loi jaa."
She went inside the house. Aahi's parents were in the temple and her brother was asleep.
She took out a drawing from the bag and gave it to Abhi.
"Eikhon lo. Babai akise. Tok dibo dise. Belege najaninelou xii buji paai Abhi. Tor lora xodaai torei hoi thakibo. Moi taak ketiyao beleg k deutakor sthaan dibo nidiu...."
VOCÊ ESTÁ LENDO
Is this what fate looks like?
Ficção GeralAahi-Abhi, childhood best friends, share something more than just friendship. But fate has some different plans for them. Keep reading the story to find out.
