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Doctor whom we trust with all our life imagine what will happen if he or she sells there soul. . . 📚Explore with book . . . . BOOK :- The unsolved case of an Indian women AUTHOR :- @puneeth_jh GENRE :- Suspence thriller fiction FORMAT :- Kindle PAGE :- 117 RATINGS:- 5 STARS PUBLISHER :- @half_baked_beans . . 💎Glimpse in a blink 💎

Sneha is living with the only family she had is her elder sister, Manogna, and her husband, Satish. She daily goes to a highest peak in daman to kill herself but she never succeeds.

Meenu is youngest child of her parents was living with her grandmother and when she died, meenu father Brought her to home where she met with her older sister sonu and monu.

Ms. Tandel is a famous advocate who fought every case was either to save the good or to punish the bad and newspaper had often wrote about her success and achievements and women throughout the country aspired to be like her now she got a letter addressed “‘You will be dead if you don’t stop…”.

The story of these three women will make you amaze as there is a connection which binds three women ,for to know what it is …. Go grab this book get engrossed.

Happy reading 😊 . . Review

After a lot of time I read such a engrossing book which increased my curiousity to know more and more about the characters story which made me hooked to the book till it ended.

The language of the book is lucid and the story which is written in very captivating style that can keep engrossed any reader who reads it.

A story I thinked will move in a circle to meet at a point but it doesn’t meet at a point, it moved in parallel line and intersected and that amazed me and kept me engrossed to the story.

The book really gave me a good time which made my time valueable and thank you sir for writing the book.

On a cloudy Monday morning, in the city of Bombay, a 16-year-old girl, Asha was standing in front of a fierce man. She was pleading with him for a little more time. But the man had run out of patience. He nodded no and looked away.

                                                       *** Two hundred kilometres away, Budhwar Peth was busier than ever.  Around four thousand women were working on their routine. In the crowd, a thirty-nine-year-old Kalpabai stood looking for her next client. Her sleepless eyes were forced with black Kajal, and her dry black lips were reddened with a shoddy lipstick. She hadn't picked up any customers since morning.

'No one's coming up. Bastards. Always want a fresh flesh.' She murmured.

'You are too old to be around.' A younger lady who had two customers in the morning giggled. Kalpabai ignored the lady and tightened her strips to uphold her saggy bosoms.

'How much for you? 300 rupees?' A pale man from nowhere asked Kalpabai.

'Nothing less than 500.' She answered.

'500 for an old bitch?' He laughed and began to walk away.

'400.' She shouted. He did not turn back.

She shouted again, '300.' He did not turn back.

She repeatedly yelled, '200. Goddamn 200.' The man walked back to her.

For the next eight minutes, Kalpabai looked at the broken ceiling of her room with no expression. She never felt anything. She kept dreaming about the warmth of 200 rupees in her hand.

As the man finished and dressed up, Kalpabai stretched the hand for her money.

'You were no fun.' He said and ran away. Kalpabai was outraged. Her money was running away. Half naked, she began to chase the man on the streets of Budhwar Peth. She held him by his collar and pulled him to the floor. She sat on his chest and slapped him hard on his right cheek and then again on his left cheek and yelled, 'Give my money.'

The man slid his hands into his trousers and gave all the money he had. Kalpabai reaped her 200 rupees and gripped the remaining in his pocket and walked back to her room and locked the doors. She opened an old trunk beneath her bed and held out a little box and unlocked it. She took a bundle of notes from it and added the 200 rupees and counted it. She thought, maybe three more such eight minutes of broken ceil watching would fetch her the required TEN THOUSAND RUPEES.

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Back in the city of Bombay, a 16-year-old girl, Asha was pleading the man for a little more time. He nodded no and looked away.

Asha whispered, 'Just a little longer.'

His heart was pounding out of fear. He took small steps, wanting not to move forward; craving to stop the near future but his mother dragged him into the principal's room.

'I don't understand. He had topped his class in the previous tests. Why can't he study any longer in this school? You can't do this to him.' the fierce mother yelled. She had dammed her tears. Tears of anger or maybe the tears of helplessness.

'He doesn't belong here.' The concerned principle looked away. He was not interested in talking to her.

'I need a  better explanation than that.' She demanded.

'We don't want our other kids to be spoilt.' He wrapped up his files and offered her a seat.

'Four years ago, you appreciated his dance. Two years ago, you conferred on him the best student award. Until last year, he was the most beloved. What happened now?'

'He has changed. He prefers using girl's toilet now. He feels shy to interact with the other boys in the class. Last week, one of his classmates found him wearing lipstick. He walks differently. He talks differently. He doesn't belong here anymore.' He swung his hands in the air giving away all his hopes on one of the best students of the school.

'You are right, Mr Principal. He doesn't belong here. He belongs to a better place where he is respected the way he is...' and she turned away and walked to the door.

'He won't be admitted to any of the schools.' the principal shouted.

She turned back, 'He is not he, he is she.'