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I have used images to aid in storytelling, so please read through the texts to get the subtext and play the bgm attached to get the full experience.
Note: Chapter 12 min long and the bgm is only 6 min long (2 moods in the music and pauses are deliberate)... Apne hisaab se adjust karlena. This chapter involves a few mood jumps so please follow along and enjoy!
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Random Thursday in June
Time: 3:13 pm
[After School]
[BGM - pt 1]
"Yeh kya hai ?!"
Holding the notebook in front of his face, trying to r̶e̶a̶d̶ decode the alien language etched onto the paper.
"Kya hai matlab?," throwing his wet towel down on the back of his couch, as he had just returned back from the shower. "Mere notes hai! Tujhe chahiye ki nahi... uhmm.. ?," lying beside him on the bed.
They were discussing Shakespeare's "Julius Caesar." It was Neil's unit tests the next week and as usual, he relied on his brother's old notes instead of making his own.
"Kaunsi angle se ?," he questioned his brother, turning his head towards him with his eyes wide in shock.
Neil was flabbergasted. The chicken scrawl was barely legible. Was he reading English or Hebrew or hieroglyphics [Egyptian symbol script], only God, and Abhimanyu, knew the answer to that question.
"How do you even read this ?," mumbling as he turned the notebook upside down... maybe that would help. 'Nope! Even worse.'
Hitting him on his head, Abhi snatched his notes back. "Dramebaaz! La dey mujhe... where are you confused ? Which line ?"
Pointing to the entire page... and the next one... and the next one, Neil looked at him expectantly. "Bhai... mujhe Russian padhni nahi ati," propping his chin up on his arm and turning on his side.
Sighing, Abhi asked annoyed, clearly missing the point. "Sab English me likha hua hai, Russian kahan se largri hai tujhe ?" He didn't have time to spare, having his own exams to prepare for.
"To mai kya jhoot bolra hun ! Apke jitna talent nahi hai mujhme!..," taking the notebook again he pointed at the mess. "Yeh handwriting aap samajh jate honge, meri ankhon me dard hora hai...," on the verge of crying, holding his forehead.
"What nonsene! Kitna clear to hai!...," Abhi defended.
"CLEAR! Achha !?," widening his eyes and scrutinizing a random line he continued, " 'Le-Leıt muh-meı... hhh-hoo..hՃveı ..muh-mayn-mean," squinting hard to make out the characters "...no, meın... obu-oba... yeh kya hai ?... urՃbaeıt-th meı ... thu-tha-thՃt ... ore- Ճreı ... fff- fՃt ?!' [Translation: Let me have men about me that are fat]............... Yeh kaunsi bhaasha hai ???," holding his head in frustration.
Abhimanyu winced. 'Ok maybe it was bad!'
'Mai to fail ho jaunga aise !' Neil was desperate so he resorted to his next tactic.
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Dastaan Jo Likhun
FanfictionA cinematic and musical homage novel to #gen3 & #OGAbhira (#AbhiRa from #yrkkh). A tale of broken characters who heal along the way... second chances exist... the jaded characters are honored. Emotions are dealt better and all shades of thriller, ac...
