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(Let me tell you one thing for the readers. This novel is a new version of the whirlwind story. The previous story was completely lost due to a laptop crash after deleting it from Facebook. So I rewrote the novel on the same plot. I don't know how much I can match the previous one. The story It was written a long time ago. I don't remember it very well. So as far as I can remember, I have tried to keep it in line. Since it has been rewritten, the book is being published under a new name.

Nazneen is gone. Tarin and Mitika are left stunned. Tarin is staring at the baby girl with a stern look. He likes children very much. Especially when the girl sees the baby, she caresses him with her lap. His cousin has a daughter. Pretty plump to look at. The cheeks are pink and toasted; Like a rasgolla. The skin color is pale and looks like a doll. She loves the baby very much. She often goes to her cousin's house to catch a glimpse of him. But the date is not like that. Slim, sick health. The hair of the head is somehow twisted and tied up. Rough look, rough skin. The clothes are dirty. An old rubber sandal on the foot. The pale color of the skin has been suppressed behind the roughness. Such children are often seen begging on the streets. At other times, he would take Miti in his arms. He would take a bath and put on a beautiful dress. But at the moment his mood is bad. The body is trembling with anger. She can't imagine how her father could marry his only daughter to a married boy. Did he lose so much? Was it so burdensome that she got rid of the burden by marrying the father of a four-year-old child? And how could Marufai বা or the father of a child marry an unmarried girl? However, he has understood the quality of Maruf so far. The boy could not resist the urge to get the beautiful daughter of the rich father and the property of the in-laws. Probably Maruf and his uncle brainwashed his father. Miti's words have been suppressed unknowingly. The father may not know that Maruf is married and the father of one child. Under no circumstances would he have married the only girl to this boy.

Miti is staring. As soon as he raised his hand, he ran and came closer. Tarin gently pressed the fingers of both hands around his neck. Gradually the pressure in the throat began to increase. He is looking for a way to give Maruf the ultimate education. It is necessary to teach a lesson so that in the near future no girl will dare to ruin her life. But how? Will you strangle this girl? Throw hard? Maruf will definitely go crazy as soon as he sees his daughter's body. Maybe he will be handed over to the police for the murder of his daughter. Or strangle him himself. Whatever he does, his father has somehow killed him. What will Maruf hit again? Even if he dies, he will never get his daughter back. This guilt that he had to give his life for his misdeeds will haunt him for the rest of his life. The value of the life of the next daughter will be felt to some extent.

Miti is looking with surprised eyes. Tarin's fingers are pressed hard against her neck, she doesn't notice that. He is watching his new mother carefully. Ammuta liked him very much. Suddenly Tarin was startled by the sound of knocking on the front door. He removed his hand from Miti's throat. As soon as he opened the door, Maruf entered. Four or five market bags in two hands. Miti ran as soon as she saw him. Maruf leaned down to kiss her forehead. At that opportunity, Miti hung by his neck. That's how he stood up straight. The market bag was handed over to Tarin. Tarin took them in her arms and hugged Miti to her chest. Tarin was waiting to hear an explanation about Miti from her mouth. But Maruf did not come close to explaining anything. Ulto asked,

- When did the date come?

Introducing impossible patience, Tarin said in a cold tone,

- A little earlier. One lady has gone through.

- Do you like the girl? You told Miti, are you her mother?

Tarin did not answer. He stared hard. The veins on both sides of the forehead are swollen. He is stunned to see Maruf's adventure. How can this boy be so normal? He doesn't even feel the need to explain about his daughter. Ulto is asking in a normal tone, whether he likes Miti or not.

Seeing Tarin standing silently, Maruf said,

- Why are you standing? Take the bags to the kitchen. Went to the office. When I returned, I brought it to the market. There was nothing to cook at home. I am also buying breakfast. Arrange breakfast on the table. I'm getting fresh.

Tarin went to the kitchen without talking. He threw the bags on the floor in vain. Nothing is coming out of his mouth with anger. There is no other boy in the world for him? Did this boy remember his father to find out? What if you waited a year? A year later, Sadib came to Bangladesh and sent marriage proposal home with his parents. How beautiful life would have been then. Dreams would all come true. The dream of that beautiful, happy life was not tolerated by the father! He immediately took her off his neck. He also asked Sadib so many times to send a marriage proposal, at least he could meet his father. He could have brought his parents and got acquainted one day. But he did not listen to a word. At one point he did not try to understand the state of his mind. What would have been the loss if the two families had agreed to get married before moving to Australia? The marriage would have taken place after a year. Now everything has turned upside down. Sadib's Guartumi, his father's firm decision and his anger at Sadib all came together like a storm. As a result, she is now the wife of a married boy. Honest mother of a four-year-old child. Her husband picked up a pile of bazaar and told her to cook at noon. But it is doubtful whether he has ever set foot in the kitchen since his birth.

The anger is slowly turning into tears. She wants to come out crying by crushing the inside of her chest. Tarin stood there clenching her teeth and clenching her hands. Silent water began to fall on his cheeks. Maybe one day Sadib will forget him. Decorate life with someone new. If you ever remember old memories, you will sigh. But life will go on at its own pace. And he will have to spend the rest of his life with this Maruf. The kitchen knees need to be shaken. You have to take care of someone else's daughter. The body should be matched for the entertainment of the husband at night. Day after day, night after night, you have to endure all the hardships by clenching your teeth.

Tarin wiped away the tears and took out everything from the market bag one by one. There is no benefit in crying. He himself has fallen into the trap of his own anger and zeal. Now no one will come to save him from this great danger. If my mother was in Bangladesh, the light of faint hope would shine in my mind. Mao is not by our side in this difficult day. As long as the mother returns to Bangladesh after hearing the news of her marriage, everything will be over for her. Maruf will force him to stay in one room. Will realize his rights. He has already come down in an attempt to spread dominance. It has been a bit successful. Hubb has made it clear that from now on he will have to follow his word. What will happen if you do not listen? Maybe Maruf will raise his hand. He will not hesitate to bring his wife straight.

Tarin's sari was pulled while he was arranging breakfast at the dining table. He turned his head and saw that Miti was pulling the hem of her sari. He crossed the area in one fell swoop. He blinked his eyes and said,

- What's the problem? Why are you pulling my hem?

- Hungry.

- Do I have to grab my belt when I'm hungry? There is food on the table. Eat it.

- You won't feed?

- Why should I feed?

- You're my mother. How do you eat if you do not feed?

- I'm not your mother. Tell your father to feed you.

- Dad is taking a bath. You feed

- I can't. Eat if you can. If you can't, don't eat.

Maruf has been in the washroom for a long time. There is no smell of coming out yet. Tarin started walking around the house with annoyed face. Miti followed him. Tarin wanted to hold his hand. Tarin removed her hand. So the corner of the area is pulled again. Although Tarin was in a bad mood, he did not pay attention to it. Hanging pictures on every wall of the house. He is looking at them carefully in the light of the mobile. In the pictures, a girl is seen next to Maruf. The girl may be Miti's mother. Looking at the intimate romantic pictures, one can understand how much their life was full of love. He looked at her and frowned. The pattern of love can be seen quite well. Maruf got married again by kicking the forehead of love. Of course they did not banibana. Miti's mother fled leaving her daughter behind. What is the way to escape? No matter what happens to a boy like Maruf, no girl can have a family. He has no personality, no appearance. Hangla-thin health, full-bodied beard. However, Maruf looks quite healthy in the pictures. The face is clean shaven. It looks good because it has good quality clothes. Yesterday was the charity costume! A shirt many years old went to get married later. He has to buy good clothes for marriage, he doesn't have this feeling. Since he works in the government, he is not a fakir at all. Who knows how much money he gets paid. It can be stingy. The girl is wearing a two hundred year old dress. It is doubtful whether he ever took a bath after birth. And what is the condition of the house! Miti's mother escaped and survived. And Dad pushed him into this jungle.

As soon as Maruf came out of the washroom, Tarin went to the kitchen silently. He has no desire to face Maruf. So the newly brought vegetables began to move. He does not know how to cook with these. Just knows I have to cook something today. Maruf's voice was heard from behind,

- Why are you cooking now? Come to the table. Have breakfast. Did you make tea

Tarin turned her head and looked. Maruf is standing at the door with a cup of tea in both hands. He took a few steps forward and said,

- You go, start eating with Miti. I'm heating tea.

- Give me tea. I'm heating in the microwave.

- How to heat in the microwave? There is no electricity. Heat in the oven. You go, I'm heating tea.

- Give it to me. I am heating it in the oven.

Without further ado, Maruf handed him a cup of tea. Tarin wanted to argue with him. He wanted to convey that attempts to dominate him would never succeed. Maruf accepted the rate? Or gave a cup of tea to the girls to do these things?

There was no talk of having breakfast. Tarin ate quietly. Maruf fed Miti. He ate it himself. After eating, he said,

- Cook khichuri this afternoon. Fold the hilsa fish with. The fish is in the fridge. Who knows when electricity will come. If it is in the fridge, it will rot. I bought vegetables. If you can, make it a vegetarian.

He paused and asked again,

- Do you know how to cook khichuri? Can you bite a fish?

Tarin went to the kitchen without answering. He left the plates in the sink and washed them. Then he took the fish out of the fridge and sat down to cut it. Nah, he doesn't know how to cook khichuri, he doesn't even know how to cut fish. Yet today he will cook both khichuri and fish. Will cook, will also fish. Since his father was able to put him in such a situation, he will also be lying here with his teeth clenched. He will never return to Dhaka. Not even to travel. Mao did not have time to go to America. Then he said so much to take him with him. Mother never heard. He shook his head and said, I am not going to travel. Your grandma is sick. Your uncle is busy with business. Your aunt works, and you have to take care of the children. In this situation, I am going to say that I need someone to take care of your grandma. That went by, three months passed. There is no name for the return of the mother. He said a few days ago, he will be there for a couple more months. In the meanwhile, the father was defeated.

Tarin's eyes became blurred with great pain and pride. Suddenly, his finger got stuck in the pot. He shouted. Maruf came running and saw blood dripping from his fingers. A lot has been cut. He hurriedly pulled his hand and held it under the tap water. Then he wiped the thorn with Savlon and bandaged it. Tarin's two eyes were flooded with salt water. She hugged him tightly to comfort him. Tarin was startled but did not try to save herself. At this moment, I needed a chest to open my mind and cry, where I could cry as much as I wanted. He grabbed Maruf with both hands. She burst into tears and cried. The hardships and sufferings of the last few days came out today with tears.

After a while, Sambit returned and found himself in Maruf's arms. I don't know when I got so upset due to crying. He hurriedly freed himself. He whispered,

- I'm sorry, I mean ... I'm in a hurry ... Sorry ...

Maruf carefully wiped away her tears. Said in a soft tone,

- If you told me you don't know how to cut fish, I would cut it. Why not? Now you have completely cut off your hand.

- Sorry, I ... cut the fish ...

- You don't have to do anything. You go to the bedroom. You have been traveling so far all night. Take a rest. I'm handling this. (Continued)

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