Arif bit Neera's finger and bit her! Not only did she bite, she broke her finger and started chewing with her mouth.
A while ago, Arif was looking at Neera's right hand with his fist in a strange way. At one point, he looked at Neera with cold eyes and said,
"The English lady's finger can be understood by looking at your fingers! What a beautiful little lockel finger !!"
Then this incident ..
Arif's face is gradually becoming pale. The white part of his eyes has started to widen. Eyes without black money! However, a while ago Arif was one of the most beautiful boys in the world! Terrible needle tip of the teeth!
Nira is turning blue in pain! She screamed with great trembling to get rid of Arif's hand.
It has started to rain outside. Nira is sitting up in bed. She was having a horrible nightmare after lying in bed for so long.
Nira lit the lamp and went to close the window, panting. The rain was falling into the room. Fajr Azan is being heard .. Nira drank some water. The Sahara has become a desert with a dry throat. It is very cold, but the body is damp with sweat. It means nothing!
Nira has been sitting with a decision for quite some time. Terrible decision! He is looking for a way to commit suicide. From then on, strange nightmares started. The matter of suicide is not as easy as it seemed at first. Various hooks are being made.
She doesn’t want to go into anything terribly painful. Sleeping pills should work well in this case. The game ends in sleep. The problem is, it is not possible to bring these drugs from the pharmacy. He is only fourteen years old. Someone at this age has come to buy sleeping drugs, no one will accept it.
Dilu Kaka can be tried. Dilu Kaka, the caretaker of their huge five-storey house in Mirpur-1, has been here since before he was born. He is very faithful. He has to know the name of the medicine by forgetting it. It doesn't matter what you do. Uncle Dilu himself eats these from time to time. He told this to Nira one day.
"Understand, Niramani, I have been awake all night. I sleep a little more comfortably in the morning, but I don't. My eyes tingle. I can't sleep. I eat tablets and sleep. I get bored in my life!"
Nira smiles at Dilu Kakar's words. Now this simple type of man is the last hope. The problem is the same, Dilu Kakar has a habit of twisting his words. Jilapi's punch.
Nira looked at the clock on the wall. It was forty minutes past five. There was another strange thing hanging on the wall. A mirror. The mirror was bought by her father from America just for her. Not less than twenty-two hundred and fifty dollars!
Nira is standing in front of the mirror wearing a thin finfin t-shirt. Her overwhelmed eyes are on a newly flowing river. Ah, how many mysteries are playing in the bends of this river! How long will this green chirping last? The white-beautiful ice cherished in many dreams frozen on the top of the hill will disappear into the air before it melts!
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