amisha a romance thriller

chapter 1 '' tears with his flight. there was a r****e of commoners, questioning ,bustlimg with thoughts. sobengal, 3rd december,1912 radha ma life is a rainbow of shades.everytime.... .who interprets and who 's icy.....who knows?!. pishi ma ,how was harvesting at tulsipur! how young kuni is now? panditji still yearning for annas! those salad days' tosses my mind.if only it been so smooth since that evening.here things are splendid .your asha is enrolled at richell's college.I wish this fate is too amiable to filter the raw past. here all is splendid .pishi ma ,women needs the new dawn to merge in their native ideas and education.I wish you will acknowledge this!. with love, asha lata Dear latha, hope you are well.this year harvesting was corking .pandit is still old,rusty & stern!!!kuni is 10 yr old and will be espoused to manas [he is studying in high school,he is very couthy fair child].who hoodwinked these lass,only protests for marriage. A chucklehead she is ! .Asha life isn't a bozo dice to mess with.you musn't stay in an allien land .indeed society will provoke you but you must accept our beliefs and remain chaste in your native place with hope, asha latha. This was the hindmost talk lata conversed to .it was late summer of 1911 when binoy was no more heared to dwell in the mansion or the remote hut of tulsipur.there were sundry credences on his death.some preffered hex,some lata and theives while some were ghost quiet on the episode. ''Thik ache sahib ''.The pedagogue gave a creepy glance to her .''bengali,english ? know?''.the girl shuddered as a swing blown in a storm.Kishor hasti was a typical master at tulsipur high school who played all matters of learning.theA,B,Y,Z now moulded banana and science within days. asha lata was the pie of sir,so was learning for her.the ardous clasess churned to wondrous learning sessions ,all hands to binoy and his reward.BINOY!!!-the core of lata's jewel. It was two months before when binoy had settled in her heart and mansion. chapter 2 It is told time changes fates , future, cosmos but never itself, my lucid heart is lined with this quote.''aye...bino ? '', a voice yelled ''what again penning down binooooo........!!...oh this witless lad!'' .I don't know why every moment my mind recites a reflection,sitting in cradle of soil , the sun shades you and me with sallow hue.''aree tumi ki suno{hey do you listen?!}''. ''baba I was....''''oh stop foolish erudite! take this milk,cream,sell in haat and pull in some profitsss!''panditji asked in a rapacious grin.'' . binoy sat in the treen cart,with dark kine frowning to hush.''hur..aa...aaara...aaa''. local fete. the sphere was cramped with bustling folk. binoy and katli placed the stuff at their booth.''fresh cream !take brother,four anna one litre two anna half cheese".some visitors preffered cream while others his voice .time passed and sun faded colours in sky.a young shade approached ,veiled under shade of the beautiful palanquin with her anklets jingling higher in the sky. she walked up to the stall and said,''fetch me aa... 3 pot milk, 2 pot cheese''hmm'' she muttered . binoy echoed the same smile as she.he watched the fair naive ,attired in luxury of blonde pashima and richly bibelots .she left him a twinkling sound that echoed binoy and binoy. the winds passed time smooth . the night was ‎ grisly bleak , when binoy arrived his native home.pandit ji yelled,''profit?!''. binoy placed the money bag and went to dine.''ma, when dada will come?'' soon'' radha said under her breath. the night faded and sun was crowned.binoy went to tour his own life. as his diary recites, "grases have woven fates of umber soil Pity! ants care not you; sky has holified this lucid heart , and shades of sun wonder it's own art gravels crown this celestial land, me and you his holy hand my eyes sail in wonder sky no more do I pen glory;its time to abide a by!'' binoy roamed world and freedom ; in quest of knowledge .his mind thinks not of cast, predjuice ....all that world interprets of!. the days passed in singing sonnents with holy beings, pening his heart ,and roaming life. chapter 3 it was a cozy evening when panditji asked bino to sign the papers and work for munshi natti. bino stroked a agreement with the sapphire of zeal that reflected the souls that embraced.within few weeks there was a cry, what a fine lad he is !the cry of zamindar sahib !,as he slurped the royal english tea.binoy's hard sweat flourished in the land of sahib . profits and profits only yeilds in the lusty hands of binoy. Pleased with his toil etiquette ,he approached munshi for him.there are fortunes that swipe in hands of richly lefts and sahib's. ''the heart that glances glory, the past that retells its story, the wind that joggle the leaves, & the dusty fates that heaves!'' life echoed this stanzas in bino's ears ,still he's not known.the patwari called him.binoy stood before thakur sahib.''Aye! name''.''binoy pathak ,tulsipur''.binoy nodded a yes that echoed a reward.''pleased my mind is!sway your mind and ask for the pleasure that you fancy for''.binoy stumbled a nah! that peirced sahib's richly heart.''a young lad he is , left with no cupidity . sahib's glanced as emerald coral in hands of a toddler into his fresh lucid eyes.''dear,be pleased for a sojourn in rai thakur's mansion for 15 days ''.binoy went to rai sahib's mansion.his souls was baffled with the vast lush of of georgian effigies.The heavenly manor was wrapped in milk and honey,adorned with swanky spaces ,roofs painted in richly floral shades. his feet advanced to gaze the villa as a hoody deer springs in a garden of rosemary.manjri took binoy to his space .the life was smooth .days soared with luxury ,but the heart is mazed in a quest.the quest that bino 's mind crusaded,still unseen to richly eyes.it was a clement aurora .binoy was lazing in the french canape when twinkletoes jingled in the room .binoy coiled to glance and found the same rose in native tongue.''where is babaa?'' she grumped as a hellion frowning with no means.''baba?'' ''''rai thakur sahib?''''u?'' asha ''''there in guest room''''hmm'' she chuckled and gust . what would happen next..plzz motivate guys! binoy felt too knotty to know this naive.binoy helped sahib in his land works.sahib asked bino to learn with asha lata.ah! the quench is unveiled . He was peepy indeed to learn english-the gem that nobles play with ,chew the fat and dangle into!. kumar hasti was the chalkie with steel rimmed specs and saxe coat . the sessions went well ,only with a puckish warp. lata ,a beauty with no remedy!. her hands were signed with clared marks of sticks and cries everytime . once bino was penning his notes ,when his eyes shuffled to asha .she was munching the pen under her milky tusk.binoy pitch in a company ,but only fury echoed.he penned all bundles togethoer and left to dine . only the maiden scribbled the paper , ripped and left.with each twilight flies by, it grows more for lata.her hands were