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Piyush Pareek
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The Irony of Life!
He gently pushes the door. It creaks. A world of darkness lay inside the room until he pushes the door open. The light from hall barges in, creating a smaller rectangle over the opposite wall. He slowly enters. Small and careful steps. His eyes look for his...

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Ruined by the bell
The man steers his car to left, into a shabby street after the grocery store. It has been fifteen years; still, besides a few new constructions, there aren’t many noticeable differences. The road is still without markings; Kids still play hide and seek amon...

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आत्मा आओ !
अफवाह और गलतफहमियाँ
एक आवासीय विद्यालय के लिए वैसे ही है जैसे बाजारों में विज्ञापन, सच्चे हो न हो
पर इनकी आवश्यकता को नाकारा नही जा सकता l चलिए पहले बात अफवाहों
की करते है l जब में नंवी कक्षा
में था तो  किसी महानुभाव को मैंने ये कहते
हुए पाया था की जो सुबह ...

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The Secret of Wealth: Revelation
(Please  Click here  to read part one - The secret of wealth: Investigation) The security room at Ramkishan’s mansion is a turmoil today. Chaos. Clamor. Every black suit in here is rushing for something. Some are checking security footage of last two hours....

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The Secret of Wealth: Revealation
The security room at Ramkishan’s mansion is a turmoil today. Chaos. Clamor. Every black suit in here is rushing for something. Some are checking security footage of last two hours. Some are busy over communication devices. Some mull over the documents. Some...

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The secret of wealth: The investigation
Natwar sits in the air-conditioned entry room of Ramkishan’s mansion. A confidentiality agreement lies on his lap, written all in English. Now Natwar here couldn’t even spell English, let alone read ten pages of this organized gibberish. Natwar asks a fair,...

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It is the third day of my college life. I am pure. Pristine. Innocent. I haven’t been ragged, nor have I abused any professor yet. I talk about percentage in class twelve. I talk about AIEEE rank. I still have faith in studies. My head is a turmoil, though....
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