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The legacy of Begusarai was infamous for its sand mafia and "Gundaraaj." The Choudhary family is known for bringing this reputation to Begusarai.
As the most influential and powerful family in Begusarai, they ruled the place with one hand full of wealth and the other covered in bloodshed. They would wash their bloodstained hands in the holy water of the Ganga, hoping it would cleanse their sins.
The morning was beautiful; the chirping of birds could be heard when two men knocked on the large iron gate of Durga Bhawan. The guards standing outside asked the men their reason for coming to the Haveli, and upon hearing their story, one of the guards hurried inside.
A roar came from within, accompanied by the giggles of a baby. The guard returned to his post as a short, stocky man emerged from the door, holding a happily cooing baby in his arms.
Raising his head in the direction of the voice, the first man finally caught his breath, only to lose it again when Mithilesh Chaudhary stood before him. "Who stole your sampatti that you came here crying about it?"
The second man noticed his friend's tight-lipped reaction. "M-malik Ram Ram," he stammered, bowing and joining his hands in a pranam. "M-malik, our apologies for disturbing you so early—"
"Keep the buttering for your wife and say what you came to say," Mithilesh snapped, cooing back at the baby in his lap.
"It's about Chote Babu. Our apologies, Malik. W-we were on our way to our field this morning when we saw Chote Babu lying there."
Nathu got no reaction from the other man. "Uhm... lying in the middle of the field, covered in mud and fertilizers, with a katta in his hand. We tried to wake him so we could bring Chote Babu here, but uhm... h-he put the katta to my head and threatened us to leave, or else he would—"
"MADARCHOD, WHAT THE FUCK WAS HE THINKING, DOING THIS IN BROAD DAYLIGHT, BASTARD—"
And, to no one's surprise, Mithilesh kicked a decorative vase with his left leg before storming inside.
In the courtyard of Durga Bhawan, Durga Devi sat on a swing. Near her feet, Rukmani Devi, her younger sister-in-law, was cutting areca nuts into small pieces and placing them in a paan daan box.
"The sun hasn't even risen yet, and the action sequence has already started," the younger woman said, nudging the elder's feet.
"What happened now, Mithilesh?" Durga Devi asked lazily in her heavy Bihari accent before spitting into a nearby cuspidor.
"Amma... THAT- PIECE OF SHIT—" Mithilesh began, but was interrupted by the sound of anklets and the scent of incense. A young woman, dressed in a heavily embroidered yellow saree, covering her head with its loose end, and holding a pooja thal in one hand and a ghanti in the other, came into view.
"I swear she spends extra time on these rituals just to delay breakfast and starve me," Durga Devi remarked dramatically.
Dramatic as it was, Rukmani chuckled. "A bit of starvation is good for you, Jiji. Besides, Badi Bahu has already briefed Maharaj Ji about breakfast."
"ACHINTYA, COME HERE NOW!"
"That day is not far when he will rupture his vocal cords with all this yelling and shouting."
"Not to mention, by then, half of the haveli will surely be deaf too."
Sighing, Durga Devi asked, "Who put fire in your ass?"
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Begusarai
Action"Her love was lustrous and naive like a child while his was strong as armour and forever wild." . . A saga of the two souls who are forbidden for one another but are ready to tear apart the world if its comes to their love, a massive clash that foll...
