This is a story where you will travel from fantasy to horror,from love to romance.A Story filled with obsession.A Tale which will hook you to your seats .
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Kolkata – a city known across the nation for its art, architecture, and rich culture. It's also called the "City of Joy." And today's story begins right here.
Anandpur, Kolkata
The sun was bidding farewell to the world, gathering its crimson hues as dusk slowly turned into night. Birds were flying back to their nests. Gentle breezes blew, brushing past him, but it was as if he was unaffected by everything around him. He walked the streets of Kolkata in a daze.
His fair, milk-white face had turned red like a tomato from crying. His eyes were swollen, and tear marks had left a trail on his cheeks. He was sucking on a lollipop like a child. He wore a white shirt with a black half-coat over it and black pants below. A bag hung from his shoulder. He looked extremely cute and innocent, like a rabbit. He mumbled to himself while licking the lollipop.
"Sir is a bad person… he scolded me. I didn't do all that on purpose. It was all a mistake. I swear, I'm not lying… I didn't do it intentionally… it fell by accident… I swear on God." (He touched his index finger and thumb to his neck.)
This was Shaurya Kapoor, trying to convince himself, giving himself excuses, attempting to prove himself right.
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(Flashback)
"You can't do a single thing properly! You spilled hot coffee on him! Do you even have eyes, or just buttons for vision? He can buy this entire café in a minute and ruin the reputation we've built in the last 15 years! Bloody fool!"
The café manager yelled at Shaurya, a man around 35 years old. All the other waiters stood with their heads down, smirking slyly, secretly happy to see Shaurya getting scolded. But one of them felt differently – Sarthak Bajaj, Shaurya's friend. He looked at Shaurya with sympathy and concern.
Suddenly, another waiter added fuel to the fire.
"Sir, I think he did this on purpose. Maybe because you cut his salary last time? He probably did it for revenge, hoping Arvind Sir would fire you."
"No, sir, I swear I didn't do it on purpose… it was an accident," Shaurya replied with innocent eyes.
"Oh, you're arguing with me now?" the manager snapped and raised his hand to hit him. One of the waiters smirked devilishly. Shaurya quickly shielded his face with his arms. But before the manager could strike, Sarthak stepped in and hugged Shaurya tightly.
"Sir, he wouldn't do this intentionally. He's just a kid. It was a mistake," Sarthak said, trying to protect him.
The manager stopped mid-air.
"We don't hire kids here," he sneered. The others laughed. Tears welled up in Shaurya's eyes. The manager glared at the waiters, silencing their laughter. Then, looking back at Shaurya, he shouted:
"And you, Shaurya – get lost from here! Right now! I don't want to see your face again. I can't afford more losses! GET LOST!"
With that, he stormed out. The other waiters slowly walked out with satisfied smirks. As soon as they were gone, Shaurya pushed Sarthak away with such force that he stumbled and fell. Shaurya grabbed his bag and ran out the café's back door, crying. Sarthak watched him go.
"One day, Shaurya, someone will come into your life who'll fight the world for you. Someone who'll feel your pain as if it's their own. Someone who'll love you madly, unconditionally. They'll erase anyone who tries to hurt you. Someone whose whole life, soul, and everything will be only for you. That person will come – just for you," Sarthak said, picking himself up.
He understood Shaurya's feelings – that's why he was his best friend.
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The loud horn of a car brought Shaurya back to the present. He was standing near the roadside, in front of his house.
"I won't cry… I won't tell Mama, or she'll get worried," he whispered to himself, wiped his face, put on a smile, and walked into the house.
"Saifi! Saifi…" Shaurya called out loudly. A cute little dog came running toward him and sniffed his feet.
"Saifi!" Shaurya beamed, bent down, picked him up, and kissed him.
"You're back already?" came a voice from the kitchen. A woman around 39–40 years old stepped out – this was Shaurya's mother, Aarti Sharma.
"Mummy!" Shaurya ran straight to her and hugged her, placing Saifi on the floor.
"My child," Aarti said, hugging and caressing him.
"You're home early today," she asked. Shaurya hesitated and stammered, "Wo… Ma… today…"
"Okay, forget it. Go freshen up. I'll get dinner ready," she said, gently touching his cheek.
"Okay, Mumma," he replied and ran upstairs to his room. He slammed the door shut and started breathing heavily. He didn't feel good lying to her. He threw his bag on the floor and rushed to his teddy bear.
"Tidu," he said. The teddy was blue with black eyes. He sat down at his desk and opened his diary, titled "Dream Boy."
Yes, from childhood till now, that had always been the name of his diary – Dream Boy. He never had romantic feelings for girls, and as he grew older, he imagined spending his life not with a girl, but with a boy. Maybe deep down, he already knew he was gay.
He picked up his pen and started writing about today's incident.
"Dear Dream Boy…" he mumbled as he wrote, his throat choking up and tears rolling down like pearls. Somehow, he finished writing and gazed out the window, watching cars and the spreading darkness.
His stomach grumbled.
His attention shifted to his tummy. He rubbed it and said,
"Maybe my tummy is hungry… let me go freshen up and eat something. That'll make it feel better," he said innocently and walked to the bathroom.
Unaware… that the teddy bear's eyes weren't black anymore… they were red. And black blood had started to seep from its chest.
To Be continue...
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