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Hi Radha, I just wanted to apologize to you. I know my pranks have caused you a lot of heartache and even a suspension. If I say that that was not my intention, I’d be wrong. And if that makes you ask why I am then apologizing, it is simple. I am sorry that you
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Radha had shut himself in his room once the shouting match with his mother had come to an abrupt end when dadi had started to wail. She had managed to divert the conversation into how it was Radha’s mother’s fault that he had turned into a pansy. The argument had turned sour so quickly, Radha
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Radha knew he was in trouble the moment he stepped in the school. He had woken up with a sick feeling in his stomach and when his mother had asked him if he was unwell, he hadn’t been able to provide a better answer than ‘I have a feeling something is going to go wrong
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The thief had made the first move. It was inevitable but Radha hadn’t expected such a brazen attack. Also the timing of said attack was extremely suspicious. He had spoken to Priyanka only the day before about the pencils. And now this. For the first time his conviction that the thief had to be a
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This is a continuation. In case you missed post g, check here. The door, unlike the gate, required no effort to push. Immediately suspicious, Radha threw out his hand to stop Priyanka from entering the house. Seeing his hand, she huffed in irritation. “There are no ghosts here.” Damn it but she was still whispering.
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It was after school (because what the students of class VII-B were about to do would never be possible with the teachers and the prefects and Ameen miss and all those people who insist on disciplining thirteen year olds).
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The embargo had been lifted. Mayur and Sagar could start playing detective again. No one was happier than Radha’s dadi. She still nurtured the hope that the two boys would positively influence her grandson and make a man out of…out of whatever he was currently. If only she knew the influence that Radha had on
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