Best Short Story: Towards A New Beginning
By Ranjana Mazumdar
Shera was getting ready to meet Malti near the station. He had promised to take her to the cinema. As he was driving, he thought of his first meeting with Malti, which coincidentally took place at a cinema hall.
Malti was desperate to get tickets for a blockbuster movie, but the ticket window was now closed as all the tickets were sold. Shera approached Malti and offered her some tickets, which he was selling in Blackmarket.
Of course, he did not tell Malti this as he felt attracted to her and did not want to spoil his image. Malti was delighted and eagerly bought the tickets.
They had adjacent seats, so both kept on conversing. Malti was with her sister, and both liked Shera very much.
Gradually the bonding grew. Cupid had struck, and both were now in love and wanted to marry. Shera had not disclosed his shady profession to her, just told her that he had an export-import business.
Lately, Malti had indicated that her father wanted to meet him. Malti always praised her father. For her, he was the epitome of all kinds of good values.
This made Shera very uncomfortable and shaky. He knew Malti’s father, Mr. Manoj Kalekar, would never accept him in his family if his secret was revealed.

Malti was still in the dark about his profession, although she was curious about his office. She liked his looks, personality, and his beautiful car, but she was unaware that underneath lay a smuggler and a person who bought and sold stolen goods.
Shera kept his thoughts and turmoil hidden from Malti, but lava of emotions was bubbling inside him. He was in a dilemma that tore him day and night.
He had now met Mr. Manoj, who seemed to be testing him. Manoj had asked him so many penetrating questions that Shera wanted to run away from the house, but Malti’s happy eyes helped him keep his composer, and he responded well.
He could not meet Malti for the next few days as he was busy with a few transactions. However, he was always troubled with some thoughts nibbling at the back of his mind these days.
Although Manoj appeared satisfied with his status, Shera was unsure of the future. He didn’t want to lose Malti, but it was clear now that he would have to choose either Malti or his illegal work field.
He remembered the day when he was initiated into this occupation. He was studying in class 12th and wanted to buy some reference books which his father could not purchase for him.
One of his friends showed interest and told him a plan. Shekhar, as he was called then, didn’t like the unethical way of his friend, but he wanted to score well in his exams.
The conflict in his mind went on for some days, but ultimately he succumbed to his desire to buy the books. He struggled with his studies with a wounded conscience.
After clearing his 12th with a very colorful result, he was admitted to B.com, planning to become a chartered accountant.
His father was helpful, but Shekhar wanted to join some coaching classes to brighten his future. After a lot of mental debate, he approached his friend, who was too happy to help him.
As Shekhar had to take some material from one person and deliver that to another person, he could earn good money.
The seriousness of these shady dealings frightened him for some time, but every time he told his conscience that this would be his last job. As the years passed by, he had eased on his moral grounds.
He didn’t finish his chartered accountant course, finding this occupation more lucrative. His pursuit of a bright future had taken shape here. Along the passing years, he had established himself well.
One day he finished meeting with a client who had given him an old statue to deliver to another client.
With the statue wrapped in a fancy gift paper, he was coming towards his car when he heard his name being called. He turned around and shook from head to toe. Malti’s father was smiling at him.
He asked Shera, ” Ah… Shekhar! What is going on ?” Shera was in a fix. He fumbled for an answer.
” Oh! I had to buy something for my friend.”
” Oh good! What did you buy ?” Then he laughed saying, “I am just curious because these days buying a gift for a young man is very confusing for me.”
” It’s nothing. Just a statue.”
“What statue?”
Now Shera lost his tongue. Perplexed he looked here and there. “No. It is just a statue. I am getting late sir. Excuse me today.”
He hurriedly started walking towards his car. Manoj could not understand his attitude but let it go.
However, coincidentally, he met Shera 3 and 4 times in these situations. Manoj did not utter a word to Malti or Shera, but he started to shadow him. Soon he came to know about Shera’s actual line of work.
It shocked him. He couldn’t control his rage. He wanted to tell Malti, who was not aware of these developments.
One day Manoj reached his home and rang the door well. Suddenly he heard a peel of laughter. His wrath knew no bounds.
“Thatโฆโฆ,” he was having a gala time with his daughter. Manoj sprang upon Shera as the door opened, and went straight for his collar with both hands.
He shouted, “Cheat!! Imposter!! How dare you enter my house? ” Malti and Shera were taken aback at Manoj’s behavior.
Manoj slapped Shera hard and screamed,” Malti! You don’t know this man. He has been pulling wool over our eyes. He is a thief, a smuggler.”
“What are you saying, Baba?” Malti’s voice was choking.
“Yes, my dear. This rascal kept us in the dark.”
Shera tried to relieve himself from Manoj’s grip and say something. Instead, Manoj roared, “Shut up you cheat! Don’t say anything now.”
Malti was in tears. “Shekhar! This is not true. You are not a smuggler.”
“Malti! Let me explain.” Manoj cut him short, ” Explain! What are you going to explain? Your modus operandi? Your income? Your underworld connections? How many things are you going to explain?”
Again Shera tried to address Malti, who looked dejected. Manoj rushed towards his bedroom, “I am going to kill this man who tried to destroy my daughter’s life.”
Malti’s eyes became more round, and she raised her voice,” No Baba!” Shera understood the gravity of the situation.
He ran towards the main door, and in a wink, he was out and sprinting towards his car. As he revved the engine, he heard a gunshot which shook him. Manoj was still shouting.
Shera arrived at his house all shaking. He realized that since Manoj had spilled the beans so suddenly that Malti won’t listen to him, his fears came true when multi refused to talk to him on the phone or in person.
Shera was depressed. He did not want to go to his field of work but winding up was not so easy; it would take time.
Shera wanted to describe his plan to Malti so that she would give him time to come out of this muddy track, but before he could tell anything to Malti, his secret was out.
Shera incessantly tried to contact Malti for a fortnight but in vain. Shera found himself in a bottomless dark pit where nobody could help him. For a few days, he didn’t go out anywhere.
Finally, he told all his contacts that he would no longer take on this work. Some of his accomplices were indifferent, but some threatened him thinking of their safety.

A month dragged by, and Malti was still inconsolable. Then, one day she glanced at the newspaper and was surprised.
She showed the news to her sister. Both the sisters kept discussing how Shekhar had surrendered himself to the police, and after a quick court case, he was sent to Jail for 14 years.
That night Malti was unable to control herself and wept through the night. Seeing her eyes the next day, her father was sour and angry with her.
He expressed his views in definite terms that Malti had to forget Shekhar and think of her career and future.
After 14 years, Shera came out of the big gates of the prison and looked upwards. The blue expansion of the sky had a new brightness. Then, with a deep sigh, he started walking. Hardly had he walked a few meters when somebody called him.
Malti! Shera’s heart skipped some beats. He looked at the side road. There she was, Malti. Looking very lean and white. He moved in her direction eagerlyโฆ” Malt!” He could not believe what his eyes saw. Malti came into his arms. She was crying.
“Malti! I am extremely sorry I wanted to explain all this in my own way, and I was thinking of living this vocation since the day I met you.”
“Yes, I believe you.” “But how come you are here? Your father, your family, husband?”
“Baba is no more, and you are my family. I waited for you.”
“Oh, Malti! I am a criminal, just now out of Jail.”
“Yes! I know! but you were a criminal. Now we will go somewhere and start afresh towards a new begining.”

Short Story Prompt
๐ฆ๐ต๐ฒ๐ฟ๐ฎ, ๐๐ต๐ผ ๐บ๐ผ๐๐๐น๐ ๐๐ผ๐ฟ๐ธ๐ฒ๐ฑ ๐ฎ๐ ๐ฎ ๐ณ๐ฒ๐ป๐ฐ๐ฒ ๐ณ๐ผ๐ฟ ๐๐๐ผ๐น๐ฒ๐ป ๐ด๐ผ๐ผ๐ฑ๐, ๐ณ๐ผ๐๐ป๐ฑ ๐ต๐ถ๐บ๐๐ฒ๐น๐ณ ๐ฎ๐ ๐๐ต๐ฒ ๐๐ฟ๐ผ๐ป๐ด ๐ฒ๐ป๐ฑ ๐ผ๐ณ ๐ฎ ๐ฏ๐น๐ฎ๐ฑ๐ฒ. ๐๐ฒ ๐ต๐ฎ๐ฑ ๐ฏ๐ฒ๐ฒ๐ป ๐ฐ๐ฎ๐๐ด๐ต๐ ๐ฏ๐ ๐ ๐ฎ๐น๐๐ถ’๐ ๐ณ๐ฎ๐๐ต๐ฒ๐ฟ, ๐ ๐ฎ๐ป๐ผ๐ท ๐ฎ๐ป๐ฑ ๐ต๐ฒ ๐๐ฎ๐ ๐ด๐ผ๐ถ๐ป๐ด ๐๐ผ ๐ธ๐ถ๐น๐น ๐ต๐ถ๐บ ๐ด๐ถ๐๐ฒ๐ป ๐ต๐ถ๐ ๐ฟ๐ฎ๐ด๐ฒ.
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เคนเคฎ เคเคฐเคเคจเคเคพเคฒเฅเคเฅเคธ เคฎเฅเค เคฒเคเฅ เคเคนเคพเคจเฅ เคเฅ เคชเฅเคฐเฅเคฎเฅเคชเฅเค เคชเฅเคถ เคเคฐ เคฐเคนเฅ เคนเฅเคเฅค เคเคชเคเฅ เคฆเคฟเค เคเค เคชเฅเคฐเฅเคฎเฅเคชเฅเค เคเคพ เคเคชเคฏเฅเค เคเคฐเคเฅ เคจเฅเคฏเฅเคจเคคเคฎ 800 เคถเคฌเฅเคฆเฅเค เคเคฐ เค เคงเคฟเคเคคเคฎ 1500 เคถเคฌเฅเคฆเฅเค เคเฅ เคเค เคฒเคเฅ เคเคนเคพเคจเฅ เคฒเคฟเคเคจเฅ เคเฅ เคฒเคฟเค เคเคฎเคเคคเฅเคฐเคฟเคค เคเคฟเคฏเคพ เคเคพเคคเคพ เคนเฅเฅคเค เคชเคจเฅ เคเคนเคพเคจเฅ เคเคฎเฅเคเค เคธเฅเคเฅเคถเคจ เคฎเฅเค เคธเคฌเคฎเคฟเค เคเคฐเฅเคเฅค
เคฆเคฟเคฒเคเคธเฅเคช เคเคนเคพเคจเคฟเคฏเคพเค เคนเคฎเคพเคฐเฅ เคตเฅเคฌเคธเคพเคเค เคชเคฐ เคชเฅเคฐเคเคพเคถเคฟเคค เคเฅ เคเคพเคเคเคเฅเฅค เคเฅเคชเคฏเคพ เค เคชเคจเฅ เคเคนเคพเคจเคฟเคฏเฅเค เคเฅ เคถเฅเคเฅเคฐเคตเคพเคฐ เคถเคพเคฎ (เคฐเคพเคค 8 เคฌเคเฅ) เคคเค เคธเคญเฅ เคนเฅเคถเคเฅเค เคเคพ เคเคชเคฏเฅเค เคเคฐเคเฅ เคเฅเคตเคฒ เคเคฟเคชเฅเคชเคฃเฅ เค เคจเฅเคญเคพเค เคฎเฅเค เคธเคพเคเคพ เคเคฐเฅเคเฅค
เค เคฒเค เคธเฅ เคธเคพเคเคพ เคเฅ เคเค เคเคนเคพเคจเคฟเคฏเฅเค เคชเคฐ เคจเคฟเคฐเฅเคฃเคฏ เคเฅ เคฒเคฟเค เคตเคฟเคเคพเคฐ เคจเคนเฅเค เคเคฟเคฏเคพ เคเคพเคเคเคพ, เคเฅเคฏเฅเคเคเคฟ เคชเฅเคฐเคตเคฟเคทเฅเคเคฟเคฏเฅเค เคเคพ เคเฅเคฐเฅเค เคฐเคเคจเคพ เคนเคฎเคพเคฐเฅ เคฒเคฟเค เคเคธเคพเคจ เคจเคนเฅเค เคนเฅเฅค
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