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Sanju's live-in story

                                 In this constantly evolving world, we all struggle to adapt to the ongoing changes in life. It can be challenging to accept something and move on in a world that is so judgmental. This is the story of Sanjay, also known as Sanju, who came from a normal middle-class family with parents who had traditional beliefs.                                   Sanju had a great bond with his mother, and he shared everything with her, including his feelings. One day, Sanju's company transferred him to another major city, leaving him with no option but to accept the move. Sanju's m other could not bear the thought of being away from her son, but eventually, she adjusted to the situation and allowed him to go to the new city.                                After settling into the new city, Sanju's mother would call him three times a day, and he would share all his office news with her. She even taught him some new cooking recipes, and during long weeke

SPARROW- The lady spy

                                                                   In Noida city at a huge datacentre a lady called Shalini works as a chief architect she was friendly and even with everyone in her circle. One day she was got arrested by huge police battalion at the office.                   Later she was left free after 10 days of remand then she was dropped at her apartment and she found her one of her office lady workers there and she was scared and that lady help Shalini with some water and food and she explains that she was not a ordinary cleaner in that office but she was there to stop a huge data damage so she was entered into   office like a cleaner and she also explains that she was arrested to get access like her fingerprint and all later Shalini was started to ask her original name she replies sparrow with a small witty smile.               Then she left the place and enter her car and drives to a huge apartment and waits outside on a road she spots a car and sta

SYNDICATE SECRETS - NEW CHAPTER

                          After chanikya become the supreme authority of the syndicate he starts to run it an amazing manner and made a strong army in this process, Suddenly one day chan got a call from kriston but in that some new voice started the conversation then that guy says that kriston was died then he ask chan that he want to meet him personally then chan ask him to come to Mumbai India.                    Then that person say ok and start his journey, after reaching Mumbai airport he make a call to chan and ask him the location to meet him then chan ask him to go to a coffee shop in the left side of the boarding session. He went there and ask chan what to do then chan tell him to ask a sugarless cake then he ask the waiter in that coffee shop then waiter says ok and give him a car key. Then he moves from there and move to the parking slot then chan says the car model and registration number then he pick that car and move from there then chan share the location. He follows t

Here are the top five most read stories of this week that you will love.

1. The Four Smart Students  : In this story four college students were out partying late night and didn’t study for the test which was scheduled for the next day. You must read this story once which is with a good moral.

Fairy tale : The Miser

Fairy tale : The Miser fairy tales  A Miser had buried his gold in a secret place in his garden. Every day he went to the spot, dug up the treasure and counted it piece by piece to make sure it was all there. He made so many trips that a Thief, who had been observing him, guessed what it was the Miser had hidden, and one night quietly dug up the treasure and made off with it.  When the Miser discovered his loss, he was overcome with grief and despair. He groaned and cried and tore his hair.  A passerby heard his cries and asked what had happened.  "My gold! O my gold!" cried the Miser, wildly, "someone has robbed me!"  "Your gold! There in that hole? Why did you put it there? Why did you not keep it in the house where you could easily get it when you had to buy things?"  "Buy!" screamed the Miser angrily. "Why, I never touched the gold. I couldn't think of spending any of it."  The stranger picked up a large stone and threw it into

SHORT STORY : LANGUAGE OF LOVE

SHORT STORY : LANGUAGE OF LOVE  A wise old man saw his grandson having a heated discussion with his wife. He asked his grandson, “Why do you raise your voice when you are arguing with your wife?” Grandson: I lose patience when she doesn’t understand my point of view and that is why I raise my voice. Grandfather: But, your wife is close enough for her to hear you even when you say the same sentence in a calm manner. Why do you have to raise your voice? Grandson: I raise my voice so that my voice is heard and I can also let out the steam by raising my voice. Grandfather:That is not the exact reason for you to raise your voice. The real reason is that when you are angry with your wife, your heart moves away from her heart. So even though you are physically close to each other, you feel that you are far away from one another and hence raise your voice. Grandson: If that is the reason for raising the voice, what do we do when we are in love? Grandfather: When two people are in love, their h

Short Story : Happiness Is Based on Your Perspective

Short Story : Happiness Is Based on Your Perspective I read about these two men who’d been bricklayers for more than thirty years. They were working on a huge skyscraper downtown. One man was always negative, discouraged, constantly complaining, and dreaded going to work. The other man was just the opposite. He was excited to show up each day and had an attitude of faith and enthusiasm about life. One day a friend came by the jobsite and asked them separately what they were doing. The first said, “Aw, we’re just laying brick. We’ve been doing this for thirty years. It’s so boring. One brick on top of the other.” Then the friend asked the second bricklayer. He just lit up. “Why, we’re building a magnificent skyscraper,” he said. “This structure will stand tall for generations to come. I’m just so excited that I could be a part of it.” Each bricklayer’s happiness or lack of it was based on his perspective. You can be laying brick or you can be building a beautiful skyscraper. The choice

SHORT STORY : THE RUBICON

SHORT STORY : THE RUBICON Short stories  I was a cold, vaporous dawn, the glass rising, and the wind fallen to a light air still from the north-east. Our creased and sodden sails scarcely answered to it as we crept across the oily swell to Langeoog. 'Fogs and calms,' Davies prophesied. The Blitz was astir when we passed her, and soon after steamed out to sea. Once over the bar, she turned westward and was lost to view in the haze. I should be sorry to have to explain how we found that tiny anchor-buoy, on the expressionless waste of grey. I only know that I hove the lead incessantly while Davies conned, till at last he was grabbing overside with the boat-hook, and there was the buoy on deck. The cable was soon following it, and finally the rusty monster himself, more loathsome than usual, after his long sojourn in the slime. 'That's all right,' said Davies. 'Now we can go anywhere.' 'Well, it's Norderney, isn't it? We've settled that.' &#

Short story : The Fox and the Cat by Ukrainian folktale

Short story : The Fox and the Cat by Ukrainian folktale Short stories  In a certain forest there once lived a fox, and near to the fox lived a man who had a cat that had been a good mouser in its youth, but was now old and half blind. The man didn’t want puss any longer, but not liking to kill it, took it out into the forest and lost it there. Then the fox came up and said, “Why, Mr Shaggy Matthew! How d’ye do! What brings you here?”––“Alas!” said Pussy, “my master loved me as long as I could bite, but now that I can bite no longer and have left off catching mice––and I used to catch them finely once––he doesn’t like to kill me, but he has left me in the wood where I must perish miserably.”––“No, dear Pussy!” said the fox; “you leave it to me, and I’ll help you to get your daily bread.”––“You are very good, dear little sister foxey!” said the cat, and the fox built him a little shed with a garden round it to walk about in.  Now one day the hare came to steal the man’s cabbage. “Kreem-k

The Straw Ox by Ukrainian folktale

The Straw Ox by Ukrainian folktale Ukrainian folktale  There was once upon a time an old man and an old woman. The old man worked in the fields as a pitch-burner, while the old woman sat at home and spun flax. They were so poor that they could save nothing at all; all their earnings went in bare food, and when that was gone there was nothing left. At last the old woman had a good idea. “Look now, husband,” cried she, “make me a straw ox, and smear it all over with tar.”––“Why, you foolish woman!” said he, “what’s the good of an ox of that sort?”––“Never mind,” said she, “you just make it. I know what I am about.”––What was the poor man to do? He set to work and made the ox of straw, and smeared it all over with tar.  The night passed away, and at early dawn the old woman took her distaff, and drove the straw ox out into the steppe to graze, and she herself sat down behind a hillock, and began spinning her flax, and cried, “Graze away, little ox, while I spin my flax! Graze away, little