THE PASTS'

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'Every moment there is creation, every moment destruction. There is no absolute creation, no absolute destruction. Both are movements, and that is eternal.'-
Ramana Maharshi

The 'Ghugguru' was alerting others of his presence, the devotional Canticle was arousing incertitude in those two people and her ecstasy was reflecting through the kindled handmade lamps, the scent stick and the Deity's sculpture.

Faris and Ghalib used the same route which was previously used by Ghalib. They reached to the balcony by stepping noiselessly.

The confusion struck them; Faris stepped in tranquilly and halted in front of her; the swirling Laila desisted. The infuriation overtook her persona, the euphoric and ebullient visage moulded into a fiercest demeanour and she yelled, 'You have snatched my love, where is Rajmohan?'

Grabbed the lanceolate weapon and tried to harm him, but Ghalib enclosed her wist in his palm. She engendered maelstrom and destroyed the hall. After a long try, eventually, she fainted in the arm of Ghalib.

They lifted Laila and masqueraded as a female Servent veiled themselves, they also enwrapped Laila in a Jute bag. Upon being questioned by the guards, they said in a transformed voice, 'It's a corpse.' The guards worried and uncovered the inside body, they found Laila.

They were about to do something, but before they could do anything, Faris smacked the back side of their head, which led to unconsciousness, and they fled from the Palace II.

On the other side, scoundrel John invigorated Horrendous idea, which pressed Adelaide's mind, and he decided to settle the situation and go through all the mediums which led him to success in his plan.

If Adelaide Edward VI commanded to decrease Hatim, then he would be portrayed as an evil monarchal king and this made the downfall of Edward monarch. But the idea that was engendered, wouldn't harm him.

While Hatim permeated a fabrication that he had told to the British officer, Faris Ali. Because he tried to avoid Adelaide Edward VI's ferocious side and he aptly procured.

Schlepping a lass in a woman's attire caused discomfort and severe walking. Faris and Ghalib determined that they would take Laila to Ghalib's loaded accommodation to cover his non-presence; Faris decided to visit the police station.

Ghalib possessed a profound sense of prudence, he sat on a headboard and syncopated Laila was lying on a cot.

Adelaide enshrouded his atrox visage behind a fictus sorrow, went to the ill-starred wife and shed a couple of tears. When Ivy inquired about his vexation, he simply extended the note in which Hatim's truth was written.

The ire enveloped her state; she directed a question, 'Where is he? I will not spare him.' Adelaide lowered his gaze and said, 'Come.' and smirked. While leaving the palace, the guards halted them and disclosed indited words, 'Hatim was present on the day when Highness passed away.'

Ivy was outraged; Adelaide pretended that he wouldn't want the truth to be disclosed as she was a lily-hearted woman and asked, 'What now?' Ivy hissed, 'Kill...' and the sense of success prevailed in his uncertain mind.

While Faris Ali went to the office and covered up his absence, but that much Aabha staggered toward him with two children; one was clung in her arm, and the second was being dragged due to hastened steps.

The slumbering sound reverberated in an unkempt room; the saliva was oozing on the pillow, and he was living in his dream, but then, the door of the dream shook, and he opened his eyes. 

He pulled the door inward, and a mysterious man called him out. The ill-fated Hatim stepped out, and the bullet stepped in his chest. The agony broke over him, and he was drenched in the scarlet fluid; upon looking front, he found Ivy with the gun.

The agonised smile turned into a pleasant, peaceful smile, and some words oozed out, 'I glory in the gift of death from my beloved's tender touch. To perish in love's flame is preferable to a life without its
warmth.

You mistaken that you believed a false man, lvy.' And again the eyes shut down.

Cold-hearted Ivy and his ferocious husband backed to their colossal Palace I, but his last words made a rise of commotion in her tense state.

While Faris Ali heard the whole narrative, he felt broken inside out and asked for dairy in a bewildered tone. Upon opening the dairy, he found the ground of the Labourers incident.

The terror notified the tempest through the deceased silence, he decided to take Aabha to Ghalib's domicile.

On Andaman Nicobar Island, due to contention with Indonesia, the unit of flag-weaver penetrated the island. The units were disguised and masqueraded as citizens of India.

[The above paragraph came out of composure of fictionalised elements, there is no connection with reality.]

The tenebrous clouds were sautering in the ether as they were following each other, the prisoners were slumbering in a restlessness. Once again, the stench of mould, sweat, and despair clung to every breath. He lay on the narrow, iron-rimmed cot, his body wracked with pain, but a vociferating eruption reverberated as the boom ballasted at the back of the Cellular jail.

The panic poured at everyone and a stampede took place, the stampede of officials. One of them was Indian, but the slave of the British Raj, fortunately, felt piteous and unlatched the cell and in that cell, cell number '487' was too, and they all fled.

While Ceyone was running, he saw an expectant lady; he uplifted her by the reinforcement of his own back and ran with her. They reached at the edge of the ocean, some boats were floating and at the earliest opportunity, Ceyone and the expectant sat with some more prisoners.

When Aabha reached Ghalib's accommodation, she was gripped by flabbergast as she recognized Laila Sodari.

To find, how she recognized her? Stay tuned

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