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THE SPECIAL NOTEBOOK ( PART 11) : A SHORT STORY BY ME.

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When Neeraj woke up the next morning, he felt discombobulated. He wasn’t sure whether he had actually met his father or it was a dream; a bad dream. His gut instinct, however, told him to trust his father and be alert always. Even though he had high regards for Inspector Subhash, he decided to listen to his father. He got ready, as usual, to go to school.

After a quick breakfast, he grabbed his school bag, kissed his mom and dashed downstairs to grab his bike. No sooner did he cross the gate, than he noticed Inspector Subhash sipping hot tea from the tea stall across the street. “It’s strange,” he thought, ” Inspector Subhash convinced me that we were safe and called off the security. But, what’s he doing here? Should I greet him or go to school or follow him?” Inspector Subhash was having a pleasant chat with some people near the tea stall. He didn’t see Neeraj observing him. The latter thought it was better to follow him without his knowledge rather than attending school for the day.

He pretended to move on and turned his bicycle to the adjacent road and come back to the same spot. When he returned, he noticed that the Inspector had finished paying for the tea and was about to start his bike. Neeraj remained unobtrusive and tried to cast a casual glance around. He was actually thrilled to do some spying work which he had read only in books. He felt like James Bond with a missing gun. Inspector Subhash left the area with Neeraj leaving enough gap to avoid being detected. He regretted his foolish decision because a bicycle was no match for a bike. He was actually panting and gasping for breath. The inspector led him on a fool’s errand by taking narrow lanes and coming back to the main road. “What the hell is he doing?” grumbled Neeraj. He stopped his bicycle for a moment only to wipe the sweat of his forehead with his handkerchief. This fraction of a second caused his quarry to surge ahead and disappear.

Neeraj was frustrated. He slapped his forehead with his palm and complained, ” Where did he go?” Suddenly, a hand tapped gently on his shoulders and Neeraj jumped in fright. When he turned, he was shocked to find Inspector Subhash smiling at him. ” Were you searching for me, Neeraj? Is there any problem that you followed me all the way for the past half an hour? I see. You have even skipped your school today.” Neeraj looked sheepish and was silent due to loss of words and more so, because he had been discovered. He couldn’t admit spying on him just because his dead father’s soul warned him to be careful around. “Well, ” The inspector tapped his foot and raising his eyebrow, ” You owe me an explanation, child. Are you thinking of a suitable lie to justify your actions? Because if I caught you lying, you would see a different Inspector.”

Neeraj gulped and then slowly answered, ” Sorry, Inspector. I should not have followed you. Last night, I read a detective novel and was so impressed that I wanted to experience following someone. In fact, when you saved my mom from the clutches of the kidnappers, I made up my mind to become an Inspector like you and catch the culprits to put them behind bars. You are so brave and intelligent, Sir. Would you kindly help me and teach me some tricks for becoming a detective?” Inspector Subhash appeared to be relaxed and grinned, “Well. I am very much flattered with your words of appreciation. But I don’t approve the manner of your seeking help. Anyway, I don’t mind because I too skipped my school for a day to watch a cricket match between India and Australia in Wankhede Stadium. I want you to promise me that you won’t venture out in such a dangerous task. I won’t tell your mother this time. You must be tired after that exhausting bicycle ride. There’s an ice cream parlor around the corner. Let’s chat over ice creams, alright? ” Neeraj couldn’t believe his luck. He thought Inspector Subhash would either slap him or arrest him and send him to a juvenile detention center. He smiled back and said, ” Gee, thanks. I learned a lesson today. There’s more to following a person than what I read in detective novels. This adventure was enough for me, I promise.” The inspector and Neeraj had an interesting conversation where Inspector Subhash taught him a few tips and also invited him home to show the spying gadgets that he had recently acquired.

Inspector Subhash said, ” You now have a whole day at your disposal. You can’t go back home for your mother will be suspicious. I will drop you at your school with a letter seeking permission for coming late. There’s no need to waste a productive day.” He always kept a notepad with him and wrote and signed the letter. The Inspector followed him to his school and spoke to the class teacher, handing over the note. She allowed him to attend the rest of the classes.

Neeraj wanted to yell at his father for misleading him and filling his head with wrong ideas when there was no problem at all. Inspector Subhash was a kind man and came to his rescue. He didn’t scold him. Neeraj snapped out of his reverie and paid attention to the Biology Teacher.

Meanwhile, Archana Khandve, Amit’s ex-wife, called upon Radhika. The latter was delighted to see her and hugged her. Archana said,” I am so sorry over what happened to you. I think this city is getting too dangerous for you. If you ask me, you should be in the witness protection program. It’s not your fault that you got involved with someone like Amit.” Radhika sipped her tea and nodded. She said, “It’s very kind of you to say so. But everyone I meet these days, seems to have two faces. The fake, good side to gain the trust of people and the real, hideous one to destroy your life and gloat about the fake victory. You never know, whom to trust.”

Archana almost choked on her tea. Radhika felt alarmed on seeing her reaction to a simple statement. She got up and went to the kitchen while Archana received a call. She grinned at the mysterious caller and said, “That idiot is still unaware of the danger lurking around her and her son. Yes, I have done exactly what you asked me to. At first, I thought she had caught on to us. I can’t wait to see her dead body floating in the lake or pond. And I want to reunite the son with his dead father.” Archana ended the call and turned around to find the shock of her life. She started sweating profusely, as it was not Radhika. Radhika was unconscious in the kitchen.

Archana screamed, ” No….. You can’t be here. You aren’t supposed to be here. The boss ordered you not to show up for some time until Amit’s death case turns cold.” The stranger gave an evil grin, pulling out a sharp shining blade.

Watch out for the next episode of The Special Notebook as the story takes another thrilling turn. Will Archana survive or die? Who’s the stranger? How did he get in?

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Neeraj got ready to school. He didn’t want Radhika to know about his near escape from the jaws of death. A policeman was standing guard outside his house. Neeraj just told her that the police thought it was a good idea to provide them with security, as the killer might be hunting for the remaining links to Amit.

Meanwhile, Radhika’s curiosity couldn’t be contained. She tried questioning Neeraj about the missing diary. He told her, “Mom, that diary is an important evidence linked to Amit’s death.So, I handed it over to the police. Don’t you want his killer to be caught? Besides, he might come to finish us off. ” Radhika sighed, ” Ok. If that’s what you insist. But I am dying to know what kind of secrets Amit was hiding from me? Don’t you think I am entitled to learn the truth? “

Neeraj didn’t respond. He simply shrugged and went to school with one of the security cops following him to school. Radhika called Archana ( Amit’s ex-wife) and arranged to meet her in a cafe. As she was about to step out of the house, someone hit her on the head. Everything blacked out. When she woke up, she was in a dilapidated warehouse, with her hands and feet firmly bound with tight ropes. She had a handkerchief stuffed in her mouth. She had a splitting headache and was struggling like a fish caught in the net.

She heard someone laughing at her. He said, ” Welcome to my paradise, honey! I must say Amit had great taste in women. Look at you! Who could guess that such a precious beauty would be a mother of a fifteen-year-old boy.” Radhika was too shocked to see her kidnapper. “This couldn’t be true,” she muttered under her breath, ” I must be dreaming. It might be a concussion.” The kidnapper chuckled, ” Unfortunately, you aren’t dreaming. You didn’t expect me, am I right? Don’t you ever read mystery novels? The criminal usually turns out to be the one whom you suspect the least.” He removed her gag and she burst out, ” What did I ever do to you? Why have you kidnapped me? I am all my son has got. How much money do you want?”

The kidnapper shook his head and said, ” Tsk… Tsk. I appreciate your maternal love. But my freedom is more important to me than your foolish sentiments. No, I am not going to discuss my plans with you. I am going to make your son do my dirty work.” He gagged her again and left her struggling to get free from the tight ropes that were beginning to hurt her.

Neeraj finished his school and came back home. He was astonished to find no one standing guard. The door was ajar. Fearing the worst, he dropped the school bag and rushed in, followed by the cop. His mom’s handbag was lying on the floor with its content spread all over. He checked all the rooms and started panicking to find her missing. He cried in agony and dropped on to the couch. The cop went to fetch a glass of water and offered it to him. ” Why’s everyone after my mom? ” he wailed, “What does this sick bastard want? “
” Now, now! Young man, “said the friendly cop, ” Take a deep breath and relax. I have already called Subhash sir. He will be here any moment. Don’t you worry. Inspector Subhash will rescue your mother.” The place was soon swarmed with cops and fingerprint experts. As Neeraj sobbed over a cup of hot cocoa, the landline began to ring. Subhash put it on speaker. ” Hello, Inspector, ” chuckled an evil voice, ” It’s good that you answered the phone instead of this bitch’s son.” Neeraj seethed in rage. He yelled, ” Mind your language, you skunk. If I get my hands on you, I will pack you to hell if you ever dared to hurt my mother.” Inspector Subhash signalled him to keep quiet as he started to speak, “Let’s cut out the crap. What’s your demand for the ransom?” The kidnapper replied, ” That’s a wise move, Inspector. Better tell that hot headed boy to hold back his tongue if he wants to see his mom alive. Well, I heard you have an interesting diary in your possession. Just hand it over to me and the lady is yours. Do not try to trace my call. Drop the diary at the Old Godown near Wadala by 10 PM tonight. Radhika will be home before dawn.”

Inspector Subhash said, ” Alright, it’s a deal.” He disconnected the call. Neeraj was worried. Subhash said, ” Don’t you worry. I promise to make sure your mother is safe.” He left with his men as Neeraj was wondering over his mom’s fate.

The next morning, Inspector Subhash arrived carrying Radhika in his arms. She was too weak to walk. Neeraj was delighted to see his mom but then his grin was quickly replaced by lines of worry. ” What happened, Inspector?” he questioned as Subhash gently lay her on the couch. He winked at Neeraj, ” Don’t you worry. She’s tired because of her traumatic experience yesterday. I can’t share the police secrets with you. She’s safe for now and so are you. We have caught her kidnapper. He’s safely behind bars. Just relax. There’s nothing to worry about. However, I would still advise you not to be complacent and let your guard down.” The inspector was about to leave when Neeraj suddenly hugged him. He said, ” I can’t thank you enough for saving my mom. What about the diary? ‘I guess the killer must be having the last laugh.” The inspector grinned, ” Thank you so much for your confidence in the police. Do you really think we would have compromised with an important evidence? I have my own way of solving the case. Be rest assured, you can now continue to lead a normal life.”

Neeraj thanked him as he saw his favorite cop walking off in style. He had a newfound respect for him. He considered him a hero, next to his father. Later that night, he wanted to talk to his father and tell him that he was wrong. He picked up his special notebook and wrote :
Dad, meet me tonight.

It was well past midnight when a strong wind blew and his father’s soul appeared before him. Pranav was still looking worried and said, ” Thank God! You summoned me. I know the reason behind your call. But the danger is not over yet.” Neeraj didn’t look convinced and replied, ” Though you were right about our lives being in danger, with my near accident and Mom’s kidnapping, Inspector Subhash rescued both of us. He told me that the kidnapper was behind bars. The kidnapper has to be the murderer, right? Because he demanded the diary as the ransom. ” Pranav said, ” You are wrong, my champion detective. Don’t you see the common link between your accident and your mom’s kidnapping? “

Suddenly, it dawned on Neeraj. He said, ” No dad. It can’t be…… “

Watch out for the next upcoming thrilling episode of The Special Notebook for more dramatic turns.

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Neeraj got ready for school at his usual time on the following day. Radhika saw him off and decided to read the diary that Archana had given her. It was nowhere to be found. “How could it disappear just like that?” she wondered. Finally, she gave up searching for the diary which was now present in the police station as an evidence.

Unaware of the fact that someone was spying on her, Radhika finished her household chore and went to take a small nap. The stranger sighed at his spontaneous change of mind. Initially, he had planned to kidnap her, feast on her body, and leave her to die like his other victims. He was caught off guard at the sight of her mesmerizing beauty. There was something special about this woman. Usually, he never developed these kinds of feelings towards his intended victims. He would satisfy his lust, kill them, and also leave behind their bones after consuming human meat. But now, his partners in crime, were languishing in jail because of this woman and her nosy son.

He let out an evil chuckle, ” I think I am going to use Amit’s formula. Win over the lady, take her to bed and then threaten her to kill the boy if she didn’t marry him.” He was impressed with her luxurious apartment. She was a rich widow with a healthy bank account. He would kill her later after usurping her excessive wealth. For now, he decided to give up his cannibalism and lust. He thought ” I think I should gain the trust of her son before approaching her. Amit failed in his mission because of her son.”

He took out his smartphone and made a phone call. Neeraj’s classes were over for the day as he stepped out of his school premises. He was chatting with his friends with his school bag slung over his shoulders and holding his bicycle. No sooner did he get on his bike, a car sped along, trying to run him over. Had it not been for the tall, dark and handsome man who pushed him to safety, he would have been crushed to death. The man gave his right hand to hoist Neeraj back on his feet and picked up his school bag.

” Are you alright, young man?” he asked with concern clearly showing in his eyes. ” Whew! That was close, ” replied Neeraj, wiping the beads of perspiration from his forehead, “Thank you so much for saving my life.” His savior extended his hand and said, ” Hi! I am Sub Inspector Subhash Gupta from Andheri Police Station.” He showed his ID card so that Neeraj could feel safe. He said, ” You look pretty shaken up. Let me get you a hot cocoa or coffee and then you can be on your way home. Shall I inform your parents that you will be late? ” But Neeraj was lost in thoughts. Was the car driver drinking and driving? Or was he an assassin? Why would someone try to kill him and make it look like an accident? This seemed to be more like a Bollywood script. The thought of a murderer baying for their blood gave him goosebumps. His face quickly got drained of its color as SI Subhash was now thoroughly alarmed.

He gently shook Neeraj out of his reverie and said, ” That’s it, boy. You are coming with me. Let’s discuss your situation at the cafe. You can trust me. I am a cop and would certainly help you in any way I can.” Neeraj nodded and said, “May I use your phone to make a call? We aren’t allowed to bring cellphones to school?” Subhash handed him his mobile. Neeraj took a few steps away and called his mother. He didn’t want to worry her over the freak mishap. So, he told her that he would be late by an hour, as he was with his friend to discuss about their upcoming tests.

” Thanks,” added Neeraj, handing back the mobile to the SI. They entered a nearby cafe and placed their respective orders. ” I observed that you were lost in thoughts,” remarked Subhash, ” A mere hit and run wouldn’t have that kind effect on a brave young boy like you. Consider me as your friend and tell me everything.” Subhash had ordered a cup of coffee and Neeraj , hot cocoa with pastries. Neeraj hesitated for a moment but then decided to trust him. He told him everything about Amit’s conspiracy that was recorded in a diary. He also said that Amit’s ex-wife, Archana Khandve, had advised him to leave it outside the police station.

Neeraj added, ” I don’t know how, but Amit’s murderer might have found out about us and is planning to seek vengeance for ratting out his crooked pals.” SI Subhash was silent and then suddenly grinned at him, ” I think you will make a fine detective someday. You are right to assume that the murderer might have caught on to you. This means yours and your mother’s lives are in great danger. Your suspicion has a direct link to the case that I am dealing with. I will discuss with my seniors and immediately offer you the police protection.” Neeraj thanked him as SI Subhash paid the bill and they went their ways.

Neeraj came home feeling tired. Radhika was alarmed to find him in such a pathetic state. She touched his forehead which was hot. He had fever. They had a simple dinner and she called their family doctor. Neeraj was unable to sleep that night. He kept on tossing and turning. A gust of wind blew open his windows. His jaw dropped open in surprise as he could see a thin vapour like substance taking a shape. It was his late father’s soul.


Pranav gave a sad smile to his son. Neeraj stammered, ” D…. Dad, is it you? But how are you here? I didn’t even summon you through the special notebook.” Pranav replied, ” I came to warn you, my son. A great conspiracy is being hatched to get rid of you, and Radhika. Your lives are in great danger. I warn you to be careful. Don’t trust anyone, including your mother.” He disappeared after issuing this warning. Neeraj kept wondering whether he had actually seen his father’s soul or was it a hallucination? Whatever it was, he couldn’t take a risk.

Watch out for more thrill as Neeraj and Radhika’s lives take an unexpected twist and turn.

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Neeraj also learned that his mother had lost her baby due to the severe trauma caused by Amit’s death. He went to visit his mother who looked very pale. She had almost started to cry but he diverted her attention by offering her a glass of juice and engaged her in a pleasant chit chat.

Neeraj called Archana and informed her about Radhika’s regaining consciousness. He asked, ” Aunty, I read Amit’s diary. It was so horrible. I don’t think it’s advisable for Mom to go through its content. What should I do? Will you come to the hospital so that I can hand them back to you? ” Archana said, ” Better hand it over to the police anonymously. Wrap it in a proper cover and drop it outside the police station. Amit’s criminal friends are pretty dangerous. Thank God, Amit didn’t tell them about me Or I would have been a goner.”

Neeraj thanked her and ended the call. The rest of the night passed peacefully. Neeraj woke up early. It was Monday and he had to go to school. Fortunately, his mother was now better and got discharged from the hospital. He took her home and ordered food from the nearby hotel. After making sure that she had everything in her room, he went to school.

Later that evening, he came home frustrated because he had loads to write; homework as well as the notes that he had missed during his absence. He made rotis ( Indian flatbread) with dal ( lentil soup) for dinner. Radhika hadn’t gotten over the betrayal of Amit. She had lost her baby as well as appetite Neeraj looked at her, ” Why are you picking on your food? Did you know that I cooked food especially for you? Let Amit rot in hell. As far as the baby is concerned, I am really sorry.” He wasn’t sorry at all. In fact, he was so happy that he wanted to throw a party. Radhika gave a feeble smile and finished her dinner. She said, ” I am so sorry, Neeraj. I didn’t mean to cause you so much trouble. You have been a real sweetheart. By the way, you cook really well.” Neeraj beamed with pleasure over his mother’s compliments.

Later that night, Neeraj took out his special notebook and started writing his new wish. He wanted his mother to feel better and prepare his favorite meals for breakfast, lunch and dinner.

The next day, he woke up with the aroma of hot, sizzling, masala dosa, his favorite. After finishing his morning duties, he joined his mother for breakfast. “Wow! Masala Dosa, my favorite,” he said enthusiastically, ” Thanks a ton, Mom! You should not have strained yourself.” Radhika smiled at him and replied, ” This is just a token of appreciation for your taking good care of me. I prepared rotis with mutter paneer ( a gravy made of green peas and cottage cheese) for your lunch.” Neeraj hugged her and kissed her forehead. Neeraj said, “I should thank Archana aunty for getting you hospitalized at the right moment.” Radhika nodded and said, ” Yes, that’s true. I hope you thanked her on my behalf. I will speak to her later and if possible, invite her to dinner.”

Neeraj suddenly remembered that he had to hand over the diary to the police on his way to school. He had it gift wrapped and put it in his bag. By the time he left home, it was 7.55 AM. His school started at 8.30 AM and was just a few streets away from his house. His mother wondered why he started earlier than usual.

Neeraj reached the police station. It seemed there was no one around. He checked around to make sure no one noticed him. He dashed in and left the brown package at the footsteps before rushing out and taking off to his school.

After 10 minutes, Constable Patil returned to the police station after having his morning tea. He almost tripped on the package which he eyed with suspicion. ” Is this a bomb?” he thought and was hesitant to pick it up. His partner and good friend Constable Shyam Rao picked it up. He pressed it against his ears. There was no clicking sound. He said, ” This is not a bomb. Let’s hand it over to Inspector Prakash Das.” They went in and approached the Inspector who was typing furiously on his laptop. Constable Patil cleared his throat as Inspector cast a glance at him. ” Yes? ” he prompted, ” What do you want, Patil? ” The constable replied, ” Sir, we found this package outside the police station. Shyam confirmed that it wasn’t a bomb.” Inspector Prakash took the package and unwrapped the cover. It was Amit’s diary. As he turned a few pages, some photos fell down. The inspector immediately sat straight, ” Oh my God! This is a very important evidence in the Amit Bhonsle murder case. How did you get this? There’s no name and address of the sender. We searched Amit’s house thoroughly but didn’t find anything. Wait a minute! This means that the killer must have somehow gained entry into his house and discovered this diary.” Constable Patil interrupted, ” But sir, if it was with the murderer, then why would he send you the diary as an evidence? It seems that someone else is involved. Someone who is very close to the deceased and wants the killer to be caught.” The inspector replied, ” You have made some valid points, dear Patil. But again, why should he or she possess this diary? Why didn’t he or she hand it over to the police immediately? There are lots of puzzling questions. But first, let’s read this diary.” The Inspector and his men were shocked to note the contents. Amit had clearly mentioned the names of his partners in crime.

Inspector Prakash and his men carried raids on the houses of the culprits mentioned in the diary and managed to arrest most of them. A thug named Birju evaded the arrest by remaining hidden until the police left his house. He immediately called the murderer, ” Boss, we have a problem. Someone must have informed the police about our involvement. They have arrested most of our friends.” ” Damn it! ” thundered the murderer, ” This means that the double crossing bastard Amit must have recorded our activities in his journal or something and handed it over to his latest conquest, Radhika, for safekeeping. I told you that we should have killed her. It’s not too late. I am going to make her pay for her audacity to send our friends behind bars.”

Radhika’s life was in great danger. Amit’s murderer had caught on to her. Watch out for the next thrilling episode as the game of the cat and the mouse begins.

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Neeraj’s eyes widened in horror as he read Amit’s first entry in the diary. It was :

January 24, 2019.

I wish to celebrate the horrible deaths of two of the traitors who betrayed my trust. I think hunting humans gives me immense satisfaction and a feeling of great power rather than targeting poor innocent animals.
I wish my beloved wife, Payal, hadn’t cheated on me with my best friend, Mohit. Today, ‘I got rid of my sworn enemies.

Since Payal was cheating on me with Mohit, I thought she must be lusting after other men, too. As her husband, I felt that I should make her happy. So, I invited my close friends who leapt upon her as I forced Mohit to watch her scream in pain. Seven of us feasted on one lady, as her paramor, helplessly watched her suffering. I forced him to sleep with her for the final time at gun point. By the time, he was finished, Payal had died. People usually consumed animal meat. But the rage of betrayal burning inside me forced me to take a bold step. I chopped her body into pieces and cooked the parts below her waist. My friends were initially appalled but they too joined me in the feast. We left her ugly head with upper torso for the police to discover. We smeared her blood all over the petrified Mohit and got him arrested.The asshole is now behind the bars for the crime, we committed. Ha, ha, ha! But now, the eight of us were like tigers who caught on to the scent of blood and always on the prowl for the next prey.

Neeraj could feel the bile rising up his throat again. Thankfully, he had some peppermints in his trouser pocket. He popped one into his mouth and continued reading.

January 27, 2019

“After the legal formalities, I got the decapitated corpse. The whore didn’t deserve a decent funeral. I skinned her and made footwear out of it. ‘I used her bones to make a chair.

February 3, 2019

I thought of Mohit’s beautiful wife, Leela. I called my dear friends and hatched a plan to get her into the prostitution. Ranjan and I went to her house to express our sympathy as Leela started crying. She was heart broken to find out that her husband was sleeping with someone else. I took this opportunity to hug her and started patting her back. She came to her senses and pushed me away. But I convinced her, “Mohit doesn’t deserve your loyalty. After all, this is an era of women’s liberation. If he can cheat on you, you have every right to do it. Let’s teach him a lesson.” She fell for our charms and we didn’t waste time on disrobing her. We took our turns in bed with her and captured plenty of pics.

Leela got addicted to sex and willingly stepped into prostitution. I acted as her pimp and got her affluent customers. I took her snaps in various compromising position.

February 14, 2019.

I had a special Valentines Day present for Mohit, the Jailbird. Initially, he refused to see me but when ‘I passed on the message that his beloved wife, had sent a surprise gift for him. In spite of his infidelity, Mohit loved his wife. He grudgingly agreed to meet me in the visitors’ room. I handed him a huge parcel. He was losing his temper as he kept unwrapping the box that was covered in several layers of the gift wrap. When he opened the gift, his jaw dropped open in shock. He couldn’t believe his eyes. He was wild with fury and looked ready to throttle me when the guard stepped in to refrain him from murdering me.

” You sick bastard, how dare you do this to me? I know I should not have been involved with your wife. It was my huge mistake. This doesn’t give you the justification to retaliate and stoop so low as I did. But it’s not my fault alone. By the way, do you know that it was your beloved wife who seduced me into sleeping with her, ” ranted Mohit.

I wasn’t surprised. I thought of giving a respectable life to a call girl by marrying her. My parents and friends had advised me not to marry her. Yet, I ignored their pleas and went on to marry the love of my life. Little did I realize that I would be deeply hurt in the process. A single man wasn’t enough to satisfy her libido. To make the matter worse, she had labeled me as impotent to justify her deeds.

I hate women. They treat us men like a use and throw bottle. Hey, that gives me an idea! Let me turn the tables on them and get rid of the filthy creatures to protect innocent men falling victims to their charm and greed.

” Time is up, ” said the guard. ” ‘I hope you rot in hell, ” said Mohit. I replied, ” Wish you the same buddy. I hope your wife makes enough me in her newfound business so that it could be enough for both of you to lead a comfortable life together. ” Mohit lunged at me but the guard slapped him and asked his colleague to lead him away. The guard shook his head and said, ” That was reckless of you to provoke him to attack you. Please don’t come back because I am sure the next time, it would be your corpse walking out.”

February 15, 2019

” Prisoner commits suicide in Andheri police station.” ‘I smiled as I continued to read Mohit’s final journey into death. He had ended his life by hanging himself from the ceiling. This is a great day to rejoice. I called Ranjan and rest of my gang to celebrate in style.”

Neeraj closed the diary in disgust. He heaved a sigh of relief and muttered, ” Thank God! ‘I wished for his death, or the sick bastard must have killed my mom too. Neither all women are bad nor all the men good. ” The nurse exited Radhika’s room and told Neeraj that Radhika’s is now slowly regaining her consciousness. Neeraj was delighted with the development but how could he discuss about Amit’s horrible secret with her? Watch out for the next episode for another development in the story.

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The next day, Amit entered Neeraj’s room to wake him up at 5.30 AM. Neeraj grumbled, ” What’s wrong with you? Today’s Saturday. Let me sleep until 7 AM.” Amit chuckled, ” It’s time for exercise and jogging, champ. You have to make it a habit. It’s good for your health. Be prepared for a massive change in your routine.” He forced Neeraj to accompany him for jogging and made him do push ups and squats.

His mother, Radhika, was waiting for them at the breakfast table. To his utter dismay, Neeraj found a bowl of fresh fruits and sprouts waiting for him instead of his favorite, parathas, or toasted bread with butter. Radhika said, ” From now on, we are going to follow whatever Amit says. Besides, we need to control our diet and weight.” Amit said, ” Well, you have two choices. Either you eat this or starve.” Neeraj almost gulped down to get up from the table. He didn’t touch the glass of milk. Radhika wanted to call him but Amit stopped her. He said, ” It’s alright, sweetheart. He will get used to it eventually. Especially, since he will be going to a boarding school next year.”

Radhika nodded and went to take rest. Neeraj’s life became miserable with Amit acting like Mr. Murdstone of David Copperfield. He would only give orders which his mom promptly obeyed. This was something that she had never done when Pranav was alive. She would keep arguing with him and almost kept doing whatever she wanted. Neeraj was contemplating his next move when Amit approached him with a grocery list. He said, ” ‘I hope you remember that I am going to marry your mother tomorrow. We need a few items. This is the grocery list. I want you to buy these items right now.” ” But,” protested Neeraj, ” Mom always does the shopping herself.”

Amit boxed his ears as Neeraj was in tears. He yelled, ” Your mother is carrying a baby. What kind of a son are you! Better do as I say or you will be in trouble. Start helping your mom around and try to be independent. Besides, you will be going to a boarding school next year.” Neeraj lost his temper and yelled back, ” Who are you to interfere in our lives? You don’t get to decide what to do with my life. Get it! I am not going to some fucking boarding school.” Radhika overheard their argument as she brought a cup of tea for Amit. She set it down on Neeraj’s study table and slapped Neeraj so hard that he winced in pain.

” How dare you talk to Amit like that? ” she screamed, ” Apologize to him this instant. ‘I will never tolerate insolence. You are going to a boarding school whether you like it or not.” Amit gave an evil grin as Neeraj said sorry and picked up the list. He returned home and handed over the groceries to Amit who was ready to give him the next task. Neeraj simply dashed off to his room and closed the door. He opened the school bag and pretended to study. Amit knocked on his door as Neeraj drawled, “Sorry. I can’t help you now because I am studying.” Amit went away, cursing Neeraj.

Neeraj suddenly remembered that his mother would be marrying that jerk, Amit, on the following day. He had to do something to stop the wedding. He locked the door and took out the special notebook. He scribbled :
“Amit stabbed my dad in the back by having affair with mom and ruined a noble relationship. He should also suffer the same fate as dad. His best friend should stab him to death and Mom should get to know his reality. I wish Mom could get rid of the baby.”

He didn’t speak much during dinner but noticed his mother giggling at Amit’s silly jokes. He wondered, ” What did Mom see in this son of a bitch? He looks like a monkey having Eczema.” After finishing his dinner, he went to his room, praying for the wedding to be called off.

Radhika was very excited as the moment for which she was waiting, was just a few hours away. She hoped Neeraj would realize his mistake and apologize to Amit so that they could live together as a family.

Finally, it was Sunday. Radhika woke up early and knocked on Neeraj’s bedroom. ” Neeraj, ” she said, ” Get ready son, we are going to Durga Temple. Amit said he would be there by 8:30 AM and it’s 7 now.” Neeraj groaned in disgust. He woke up reluctantly, praying for a miracle. God seemed to have answered his prayers as his mother received a phone call. She was about to faint when Neeraj caught hold of her. She was speaking to the caller, ” Thank you. I will be there.”

Neeraj asked her, ” What happened, Mom? Who was the caller and what did he want?” Radhika burst into tears and said, ” Amit……. Amit is dead. Someone stabbed him to death in his apartment. Oh, Amit! Why didn’t you listen to me when I asked you to stay over? It was Amit’s friend, Ahmed. He discovered Amit’s dead body and has already contacted the police. Neeraj, be a sport and order something for yourself online. You can take my card for the payment. I need to go now.”

Neeraj was delighted to hear the news but pretended to put on a sad face. The moment, Radhika stepped out, he ordered a special lunch with ice cream to celebrate his and his mother’s freedom from a tyrant.

Radhika reached outside Amit’s apartment in Andheri. She saw the paramedics carrying down a body in the gurney. ” Amit, my beloved Amit, ” she wailed, rushing to his side, but stopped as she saw another woman glaring at her. ” Who are you?” yelled the other woman, ” And why are you calling my husband, Amit as yours?” Radhika looked as if someone had stabbed her in her heart. She said, ” No, it can’t be true. You aren’t his wife. He told me he is single and proposed to me. We were supposed to be getting married today because I am carrying his child.”

The other woman felt sorry for her and said, ” I guess you are his third or fourth victim. It’s good that he died or else you would have been in his place instead.” ” What do you mean?” asked Radhika. Amit had a horrible secret. Who killed Amit and why?

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THE SPECIAL NOTEBOOK ( PART 4) : A SHORT STORY BY ME.

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Thud! He fell off his bed and woke up with a start. It took him ten minutes to realize that he had been asleep and dreaming. Neeraj was visibly shaken by what he saw. It was very realistic. He glanced at the wall clock. It was 12 PM. He had to check on his mother. But first he had to find his special notebook and hide it in his wardrobe.

He almost ran out of his bedroom towards the living room where he had kept the notebook on the coffee table. He had a nasty shock! His notebook was wasn’t there. It was missing! He had thousands of questions arising in his mind. He tiptoed to his mother’s bedroom and gently knocked on her door. He was surprised to find the door unlocked and opened it slightly. His mother, Radhika, wasn’t in her bed. Suddenly, he panicked. He thought his mother might have worked out how to use the notebook. He frantically started searching for his dear notebook, throwing down the sofa cusion, and scanning the bookshelf.

After an hour or so, the house looked like it had been hit by a tornado. Neeraj was on the verge of tears. He couldn’t let the notebook fall into the wrong hands, especially that of his mother. It wasn’t an ordinary notebook. It contained his father’s soul and his most prized possession. But where was Radhika? Fear gripped him as weird thoughts entered his mind. What if his mother was indeed conspiring to get rid of him? Was she seeing another man? He chided himself for his negative thinking. Just then, the sound of the doorknob turning, caught his attention. His hair stood at ends. Beads of perspiration trickled down his forehead as he searched for a weapon to protect himself from a possible intruder. He picked up a flashlightπŸ”¦ and proceeded to open the door and positioned himself ready to strike the burglar or whoever the intruder was!

” Aaargh! ” screamed Radhika, ” What are you doing, Neeraj? When did you wake up? And why are you in a attacking mode? You nearly gave me a heart attack. You should have checked through the peephole.” Neeraj relaxed. He lowered down the flashlight and opened the door wide enough for her to enter. But to his surprise, she wasn’t alone. His father’s best friend, Amit Bhonsle, followed her with a huge grin plastered over his face.

Neeraj was simply horrified as his bad dream was slowly materializing. He was speechless as Amit chuckled and said, ” Are you going to let us in or stand there as a statue? What’s the matter, Neeraj? You look like you have seen a ghost? ” Neeraj thought, ” Ghosts aren’t as scary as my horrible dream.” He let them in and started questioning his mother when they were in the kitchen. Amit made himself comfortable by plopping on the couch and browsing through various channels on the TV.

“Where have you been, Mom?” He probed, ” The doctor advised you a complete bed rest but you are back on your feet and can’t wait to go out.” Radhika said, ” Son, I am feeling much better.Besides, I asked Amit to accompany me to the doctor. Neeraj, I wanted to tell you earlier…. ” Neeraj held his hand up to stop her and finished the sentence for her, ” That you are pregnant with Amit’s child and he has agreed to marry you.”

Radhika was surprised. ” How did you know?” she asked. Neeraj was furious and started lashing out at her, ” You are not my mother at all. You are a characterless bitch who tarnished the memory of my late father. It’s been just three months and here you are seeking the company of another male.” Radhika was in tears as Amit overheard the commotion and came to her defense. He said, ” Neeraj, you need to apologize to your mother. Just because your father is dead, there’s no reason why she should hold on to his memories. What would have been your reaction if your mother had died instead of your father and he thought of a remarriage ? You would have supported him because you are your father’s son. But what about your mother? Why do you hate her? Is it because she asked your father to keep working and provide comfort to the family? Every one has a right to be happy. Mistakes do happen. Pranav would have wanted his wife and son to be happy. I know I can never replace your dad but I promise to give you and your mother, all the love and happiness. Your mother wanted to break this news to you but you already knew what she wanted to say. I don’t know how you found out. We are getting married on the coming Sunday. It would be a low key affair. So, you need worry about your reputation getting a hit.”

Neeraj looked at Amit with pure hatred and fury but he also realized that Amit was right. He mumbled a quick sorry and left them as they hugged each other tightly. He turned back and caught Amit kissing Radhika’s forehead. He wanted to hit Amit but controlled his fury. A sudden thought struck him. Instead of going to his room, he saw his mother’s medical reports lying on the table. He picked it up, only to confirm his worst fears. His mother was four months’ pregnant. But his father died three months ago. This means, she had been having an extramarital affair behind his back and the traitor, Amit, had betrayed his best friend, and now tried to win over Neeraj with his sweet talk. Neeraj’s fury was at its peak. But he was helpless. If s part of his dream came true, then his life might be in danger from his own mother and her paramor. Can a mother kill her own child for inheritance? Why not? Neeraj remember a case where the mother of two strangled her children to death after killing her husband and fleeing with her paramor. He didn’t want his father’s death go in vain and would definitely not allow these two traitors to get away with their crime.

Neeraj realized that his special notebook might be in his mother’s possession which he had to recover at any cost. So, he took a deep breath and approached Radhika and Amit who were laughing heartily.

” I am sorry, Mom, ” said Neeraj, ” I yelled at you because I couldn’t imagine anyone taking dad’s place. But you deserve to be happy and I behaved like a jerk. Would you forgive me, please? ” Radhika smiled and hugged her son as Amit gave him a thumbs up sign. Neeraj asked, ” By the way, mom? Did you see my pink colored notebook on the coffee table? I had written some mathematical formulae. ” Radhika replied, ” Oh! I put that notebook in your school bag. You have to be more careful with your things.”

Neeraj heaved a sigh of relief and kissed his mom, ” You are an angel, Mom! ” to which Amit and Radhika laughed. He opened his school bag and retrieved his special notebook. He hugged it tightly and saw his reflection in the mirror. His eyes seemed to be shining with an evil glint. He had planned something very dangerous.

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SHORT STORIES FRIDAYS (54)

THE SPECIAL NOTEBOOK : A SHORT STORY BY ME

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When Neeraj woke up the next day, he had completely forgotten about his wish. He started getting ready for school but was surprised to find that the kitchen was still dark and there was no sign of his mother, Radhika. She would usually get up by 5.30 AM to start making breakfast and lunch. ” Mom, ” called Neeraj, ” Where are you? Haven’t you made coffee or breakfast? “

There was no response. He panicked and rushed towards her bedroom. He knocked on the door as she responded with a groan, ” What do you want, Neeraj? I am not feeling well today. I am down with cold and flu. Why don’t you order something for us through Swiggy or Zomato? You can also have lunch at the school cafeteria.” Neeraj was shocked by her disheveled appearance. Her nose was red and tears flowed incessantly from her eyes. She looked horrible. Neeraj replied, ” Mom, let me skip school for the day to take care of you. I will call Dr. Prashant right now.”

Radhika smiled feebly at her son. She felt blessed to have him, especially, after Pranav left for his heavenly abode. He called the family doctor, Dr. Prashant, who prescribed some medicines and asked her to take complete bed rest. After the doctor left, Neeraj made coffee for both of them and ordered food online. He still couldn’t recollect that it was he who had wished for her sleeping the whole day in his special notebook.

They enjoyed their breakfast while Neeraj went to watch Netflix for some time.

After having his lunch, Neeraj went to his room to study for an upcoming test. He practiced mathematics and started reading history, when he dozed off after turning a few pages.

He slowly opened his eyes to find himself in an unknown location. He was in a small thatched hut with just a mat and a pot of water with a glass tumbler inverted on it. A stranger entered the room with a plate of stale rotis ( Indian flatbread) and onion. Neeraj asked, ” Where am I? Who are you? Why have you kidnapped me? ” The stranger chuckled, ” You are awfully inquisitive, aren’t you? Well, you are our guest of honor for a special ritual. Get ready quickly and don’t try to escape.” ” But, ” he wailed, ” Where’s my mom? She would be worried over my disappearance. Besides, she’s unwell.” The stranger grinned at him and left the food behind.

Neeraj wanted to escape from this horrible place. Where was he? He just remembered practicing a math sum and reading a few pages of history. Did someone manage to enter his room? He felt a sudden chill gripping his body even as his mind was yet to process the possibility of his idea. A couple of mean looking guys blindfolded him, tying his wrists with a strong rope. They dragged him to a place where he could hear the sound of the waves.

Suddenly, one of the men removed his blind fold and said, ” This is your last day on the earth, son. What’s your last wish?” Neeraj stammered, ” I just want to see my mom. Please allow me to see her for the final time.” ” Your wish is granted, ” said a familiar feminist voice. Neeraj turned around to find his mother, Radhika, with an evil grin on her face. “Mom, ” Neeraj said, “Please help me. These people have kidnapped me and want me dead.”

“Oh, Neeru baby, They won’t harm you unless I order them to do so, ” replied Radhika as Neeraj was shocked at his mother’s sudden change of image from a loving mother to an evil vamp. ” Why are you doing this, mom?” asked Neeraj, ” I am your own flesh and blood and not a stepson. Let me ask you something. Are you responsible for Dad’s death too?”

Radhika replied, ” You are absolutely right, Neeraj. I wanted your father to die so that I could inherit his wealth but he also named you in his will. If you die, then your share of wealth will also be mine. Before you die, I want you to meet your new dad, oh sorry, stepdad, Amit.” Amit was Neeraj’s tutor and his deceased father’s best friend. Neeraj felt betrayed and didn’t want to live anymore. His mother had cheated on his father and like a typical Bollywood movie, hatched a conspiracies for his suicide-murder.

Neeraj cursed her, ” What kind of a mother are you? You are a greedy, selfish woman who uses people to serve her needs and then does away with them after they are no longer needed.” Radhika hit back, ” Before pointing your fingers at me, why don’t you ask your conscience whether it was alright to make me sick for a day in order to test the powers of the notebook? ” Neeraj was speechless. He asked, ” How did you know about the notebook?”

Radhika said, ” You left your notebook lying carelessly on the coffee table. After having breakfast, you returned to your room. I opened it and found your scribbling. I just realized the power of this notebook because I was down with cold since last night itself. It grants your wish, right? I felt much better having medicines and decided to go ahead with my plan of punishing you for plotting against me. Sorry son, my feelings for you also died the day you chose your father over me. In fact, I am doing you a favor by helping you to reunite with your beloved father.”

Neeraj felt helpless after his mother refused to pardon him. He was resigned to his fate. His only solace was that he was going to meet his father in heaven. His only regret was his inability to hide the notebook from his evil mother. ” I am sorry, dad,” he murmured, ” I failed you miserably.” Radhika commented, ” Just a minute, son. I want you to sign this paper before meeting with your father. Do as I say and your end would be peaceful.”

Neeraj grabbed the paper from her and instead of just signing his name, he wrote, ” My mother, Mrs. Radhika Sagar, is a cold blooded murderer. She’s responsible for the deaths of her husband, Pranav, and son, Neeraj.” He handed over the paper to her. Radhika looked like an incarnation of the devil. She roared, ” Throw this impertinent boy into the sea.” The goons lifted him off his feet and then……..

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THE SPECIAL NOTEBOOK : A SHORT STORY BY ME.

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Pranav Sagar had always wanted to be an author. Though he was a Chartered Accountant by profession and having a decent income, he wasn’t happy with his job. He was finding it very strenuous and affecting his physical and mental health. He decided to quit his job and start working towards his goal.

When he conveyed this news to his family, his wife Radhika, yelled at him, ” Are you insane? Why do you want to leave such a lucrative job for writing? Besides, there’s no assurance that you will earn a steady income. Do whatever you want in your spare time, but not at the cost of a regular income.” Pranav was frustrated at her bossy attitude. Radhika was beautiful but very domineering and a compulsive shopper. They had a fourteen-year-old son, Neeraj, who attended Bhartiya Vidya Bhavan in Mumbai. They lived in the posh locality of Bandra. Pranav had a healthy bank balance that could take care of their family for 2 years, even if Pranav quit his job.

Pranav lost his temper and slapped her, ” That’s it, Radhika. You have crossed your limits. I never stopped you from your shopping frenzy. You don’t have any rights to stop me from doing what I want. Just go and leave me alone.” Radhika stomped off in fury, ” I have decided not to live with you anymore. I am going to Pune with my son, Neeraj. Do as you please.” Pranav knew it was futile to argue with her. When Neeraj came home, his mother told him about her decision to leave his father alone and that they were going to Pune to stay with his maternal grandparents.
Neeraj replied, ” Sorry, Mom. I don’t want to join you. You are free to go anywhere. Please don’t pressurize me to leave Dad. He has been nothing but very kind and has always satisfied our wishes. Shouldn’t we support him to realize his dream? ” Neeraj loved his dad more than his mom.

Radhika hated Pranav and burst out, ” Are you happy now that you have created a rift between a mother and her son? If you don’t convince Neeraj to come with me, I would end my life and blame you for my suicide.” Pranav was taken aback by her unjust demand. She had been a selfish mother who rarely had time for her son, but was now claiming her rights on him. Nevertheless, Pranav forced Neeraj to leave with his mother to Pune. She agreed to allow him to visit Neeraj on weekends.

Pranav quit his job and started working on his dream novel, “Daddy Dearest”. He remembered his late father, Amarnaath Sagar, and his great sacrifice for the sake of raising a big family. His mother, Anuradha, had breathed her last, the previous year. It took him a couple of months to finish the manuscript. He sent a couple of copies to different editors who turned down his book. His friends and relatives had started jeering and mocking at him. Some had even started questioning his sanity. His only solace was his visit to Pune. Now, Radhika also decided not to allow Pranav to see Neeraj because the latter refused to listen to her anymore. She informed him of her decision to file for a divorce.

Pranav persuaded another publisher by paying him a lumpsum amount of Rs. 1,00,000. The book was a disaster. Pranav felt humiliated because his wife’s prediction turned out to be true. His first attempt was a failure and now Radhika had denied him permission to see their son. He called his lawyer and had a detailed discussion before finally jumping to death from his luxurious apartment in the second floor. His death was a turnaround. His book which was supposed to be a disaster now started selling like hotcakes. It was a bestseller and money started pouring in. As soon as Radhika heard about her deceased husband’s reversal of fortunes, she wasted no time in going back to Mumbai with Neeraj to claim the inheritance.

Pranav’s lawyer, Aniruddh Joshi, contacted Radhika to inform her that Pranav had left his entire estate and bank balance to her and Neeraj. She shed some crocodile tears while Neeraj looked at her with pure hatred. Aniruddh said, ” Besides, these gifts, Your father asked me to give this special notebook and pen to you, Neeraj. Your father’s book is worth a million. Take good care of it.” Neeraj had tears in his eyes as he received the notebook. He turned the pages and was shocked to find that it was completely blank.

Later that night, he took out the notebook and the pen and started writing, ” I miss you, Dad. I wish I could see and talk to you again.” Suddenly, he could see a faint outline of his father and he stopped writing. He was astonished to find his father’s transparent figure, standing before him and grinning. Pranav replied, ” Hi, Neeraj! I desperately wanted to see you before I died. Unfortunately, fate had something else in store for me. Now that you have called me, won’t you speak up? “

Neeraj pinched himself to check whether it was reality or he was dreaming. ” Ouch! It hurts, ” he faced his father, ” This is a miracle, Dad. I never thought I would see a ghost.” Pranav replied, ” My son! The notebook which I gave you, contains my soul. You wished to see me and your wish was fulfilled. Likewise, whatever you write in your notebook will turn out to be true. So be careful with what you wish for! Keep the notebook out of your mother’s reach or I would be forced to fulfill her request.” Neeraj’s excitement knew no bounds, ” Dad, will you come to see me whenever I ask for you in the notebook? ” His father nodded with a pained look on his face.

Neeraj immediately realized that something was bothering his dead father. He asked, ” What’s the matter, dad? Aren’t you happy to see me? Wouldn’t you like to be with me forever? ” Pranav answered, ” I am afraid, son. I would only be with you as long as you are old enough to fend for yourself. As soon as you turn eighteen, you must promise me to relieve me from this bondage and help me cross over to the other world. You will only need to write, Rest in Peace, Dad. Then, I will get salvation. Be a good boy and look after your mother. Once again, I warn you that this notebook could fulfill any kind of desire, good, bad or deadly dangerous. Think twice before writing.”

Neeraj agreed to obey his father whose soul now vanished into thin air. But boys are boys. He wanted to test the effectiveness of the notebook. So, he scribbled, “I want Mom to stay at home tomorrow and spend the entire day, sleeping and waking up only for lunch and dinner.”

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A DOOR INTO EVERMOOR

KENT WAYNE

Book review

Jon Dough pays a visit to an Armed Forces Recruiting Center in San Francisco, California where he meets Gunnery Sergeant Chris Attriya. Attriya shocks him with a revelation that he is not destined to be in Armed Forces but do something different. He opens the drawer and takes out a sheet of paper containing the sentence: SOMETHING DIFFERENT. Jon signs up for it. And then his illusion starts. He has the other worldly visions of dragons, lizard like men, armored knights etc. He feels that he is losing his sanity.
He wants to meet Attriya again but is shocked to find that he has been replaced by someone else who introduces himself as Gunny Hardwick. The latter shows him a shadow box that was given as a gift to Attriya.
In the shadow box below, the ribbons is a small black plate with six gold words. THERE ARE OTHER WORLDS THAN THESE. Jon is shocked to learn that it had been over an year that Attriya had quit the force.
Jon leaves the Armed Forces Recruitment Center and finds a black man scribbling on newspaper, the same words: THERE ARE OTHER WORLDS THAN THESE.

John freaks out and faints as the homeless man revives him and introduces himself as Alijyar SyCajister.


Jon has frequent visions of a fantasy world. He decides to go for a walk with this pet dog Gribbles when he comes across a tree with a portal to another world: Evermoor. No sooner does he enter into Evermoor, than he barely escapes from a certain death by blade attack. He is saved by Ren who tells him that a prophecy has been made about a Traveler from another plane who would defeat Lyderea and conquer the Unbound Realm. Lyderea Fairdyle, is also known as the White veiled Queen, a tyrant, and has taken over the kingdom of Evermoor. Jon is fascinated by the revelation and is delighted to find his pet dog Gribbles in a human form. He is known as Gyrax in this realm and is the leader of the Wolven community.

Jon also meets Lucky, a thief, and Elier Finn, a duelist who joins them. Jon’s adventure in the fantasy world begins as there are plenty of twists and turns as the story progresses. What follows next is simply breathtaking! I am completely fascinated with this book.
Is Jon really the Prophesied Traveler who would free Evermoor from the tyrant Lyderea? A Door into Evermoor is an excellent book that fosters your imagination and keeps you thoroughly engrossed until the end. I am looking forward to reading the next part. Hearty congratulations to the author Kent Wayne for a fantastic series. Loved reading it and highly recommend it for those who enjoy reading fantasy .

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