[in Noir reading list of @mystery in Diverse Fiction RL of @Ambassdors] In the small town of Chandaneshwar, a young woman by the name of Amba works as a flower seller. After the death of her father, she is offered a job to work in the temple of Raja Vijay Mukherjee. Although poor, she is a Brahmin woman, so she has knowledge about the divine. One night, while fleeing from the beastly hands of Tirtha Mukherjee, she witnesses something she shouldn't have. Next morning, the fifth murder of the year takes place. Amba might not have solid proof, but she is sure these are the doings of the Mukherjee. These are all human sacrifices- narabali.

Have you ever imagined the story of an ideal husband? Here it is - The story of a young husband who had surrendered all of his being to detach his wife from the evils of the society. He was not hesitant to surrender every inch of his well-being for her. Little did he know that the Universe had other plans in store for him...

Since ancient times, a woman's life has been likened to a river. She is born in one place, often unnamed, and flows forward-not by choice, but by circumstance. Along her path, she nourishes all she touches. She gives, but is rarely held. In the end, she reaches the ocean-not as a retreat, but as a return. For the ocean has always waited for her-quiet, vast, eternal. Some poets say it is her destiny; others believe it is the love she was always denied-an ardent longing that defines her journey. Cover and Graphic Edits- @me_idnsd

The households in India have been run by women primarily, following the centuries old tradition. From taking care of the child's breakfast to ensuring that the mother in-law's morning cup of tea is served on time, it is always the woman of the household. She is a wife, a daughter, a daughter in-law, a mother.... But who is she in reality? Mrinalini. The name was abruptly forgotten the moment she stepped into the Acharya household as a married woman. She became Mrinal for her husband, Bouma (daughter in-law) for her in-laws and other elders, Boudi(sister in-law) for her brothers in-law and Mrs. Acharya or Acharya Boudi for outsiders. Her identity was forgotten as she gradually accepted her duties as a married woman, as a daughter in-law and as someone who was expected to sacrifice. Their home wasn't a mansion or even a bungalow. There were financial constraints and there were challenges like every other middle class home. Not everything was easily available, apart from that one thing that was abundant and pravalent: PATRIARCHY She was taken for granted like most women in India are. Maybe there was love, maybe there was no mistreatment yet Mrinalini felt the walls around her constricting on her and causing her asphyxiation. This is the story of a bird compelled to live in a locked, golden cage... Will she ever liberate herself and fly? ... Dedicated to all the Indian mothers and women and to women all around the world who dedicated their entire lives to raise their children, to give love and to be selfless. ... This story doesn't aim to hurt or offend anyone's thoughts or sentiments. This is a work of pure fiction that came to my mind after watching the Bengali movie, 'Mukherji da r Bou'. The concept and the story and the characters explored in the story are all going to be my creation and my own original ideas. No plagiarism intended or supported. My work is copyrighted

*COVER CREDITS* @blackue02 #1 indian on 15/02/2020 #1 arrangedmarriage on 04/03/2021 #1 hotheaded on 20/07/2019 #1 mumbai on 17/10/2019 #1 court on 04/02/2020 In the beginning there is nothing... You begin in the void and continue into the dark. You find light in the dark, but your path lights up the most in darkness when lightening strikes during a storm. I began in the calm, made my way through silence and then I encountered with the storm. Sampurnaa was perfect like her name suggested. Complete and perfect and flawless for the world. At the age of 24, fresh with a degree in mass communication and journalism, she's anything but quiet and submissive. Indrayan was a lawyer by profession. He never really liked someone else winning debates against him... At the age of 29, he's all set to establish himself more. And then paths collide. When two storms rise together, isn't disaster always inevitable? Time shall tell their journey... ...................................................................... 🔴 My first attempt at writing anything on Wattpad.🔴 Not cliché, not overly not cliché either. You are the reader and you shall be the judge of the story. I shall try my level best. Cheers, Shubhadittya Began writing on 02/07/2019 Completed on 06/12/2019 *EDITING IN PROGRESS* This is a story based solely upon my own ideas. No plagiarism intended or encouraged. Please do not copy anything from my story. This story may contain crime scenes which could be disturbing to sensitive readers. Be your own judge and choose wisely before you begin reading any new chapter. This story is my first attempt at writing and I learnt and improved gradually. This may be immature for several readers; but it is still special to me. Apologies are in order in anticipation for anyone who thought that my story wasn't up to the mark.