- "It's not a game darling, at least not with you. With you, It's a whole damn WAR, and one I intend to win because, you're mine."
-"I don't care about the rules of society. You're my love, my everything. No one else matters."
- "If you say it's a...
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The room was a chaotic mess of dolls, toy buildings. Her little kingdom, and tiny chairs arranged in a makeshift "office." Ratri, all of ten years old, sat behind a small wooden table, adjusting her plastic glasses with an air of absolute authority.
"Tumi deri korechho, Mr. Teddy! Ebhabe business cholbe na!" (You're late, Mr. Teddy! Business won't run like this!) she scolded the stuffed bear seated before her, tapping an imaginary report with a pencil.
Lined up in front of her were various plushies-her "clients." Some were "investors," some "employees," and one unlucky bunny had been assigned as the "intern." "Dekho, Mr. Khorgos, ei project ta kintu onek gurrutto purno. Amake ekdom perfect presentation lagbe!" (Look, Mr. Bunny, this project is very important. I need a perfect presentation!)
Just as she was about to give an important speech about "revenue growth," a thud came from the window.
Ratri's eyes widened. "Bhoot?!" (A ghost?!)
Before she could grab her toy microphone to alert the "security team," a little head popped up.
Littte Kavish.
His hair was a tangled mess, his shirt clung to him, damp with mud, and his small shoes were nowhere to be seen. He grinned like he had just conquered the world.
"Ratri!" he called, hoisting himself over the window ledge. "Dekh, tor jonno ki enechi!" (Look what I brought for you!)
With great effort, he tumbled inside-landing face-first on the floor dangling with the long curtains.
Ratri gasped. "kothay geli?! Ei dekh nijake! Sobi nongra! Ma jodi dekhe-" (Where did you go?! Look at yourself! Everything's dirty! If Ma sees-)
Little Kavish, unfazed, scrambled up and held out his tiny hand. A single, pristine lotus lay in his palm, untouched by the mud covering the rest of him.
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(Guys, its an AI picture. So, just imagine like this)
Ratri blinked at the flower. Then at him. His face was smudged with dirt, his hair stuck to his forehead, and his clothes were a disaster-but somehow, the flower remained untouched, blooming in perfect serenity.
