Stories by Tiyash Souptik

"Why is it always crowd on these main roads?" David grumbled, standing on the pavement waiting for the signal to become red. He had always feared Naina, his better-half (well mainly of lovely fear😅). "If I don't give her these flowers early, she might be angry. Well not might , I am sure she'll be too much angry ." Fifteen years ago, he had married Naina Singh. She did readily agree to become a Fernandez, just to be with him. David travelled to the flashback,...           College days! Naina was a small town girl from Ghaziabad, who had taken admission at Government College, Sanjauli. And David, the rich brat from Shimla! Well, there's love story was also something like those shown in Bollywood. A lot of foolish things to impress Naina. Specially that bus incident!            It was the last day of Sem 2 in college. David had pre-planned to propose her from the top of a double-decker bus. Being much rich, it had been easier for...

Tears rolled down his cheeks. Vijay mopped the floor with tearful eyes. Arun looked at him. "Don't cry, Vijju. No use. We will always remain slaves here." Vijay nodded.           Satyaprakash Roychowdhury, the great businessman. 13 branches of Roychowdhury industries all over the country. A very wealthy man. His style is, servants should be of age less than 18. The main reason as described by him, "Children should learn to live their own lives and become independent enough to earn, before being adults." Jeena Yahaan, Marna Yahaan, Is Ke Siwa, Jaana Kahaan Vijay whistled and continued to work. A boy of fifteen, but hidden with extraordinary talent of whistling like some professional. Everyone knew this, but all were in vain. Vijay always dreamt of performing on a large platform, and showcasing his whistling talents to everyone. But he knew none of his dreams would ever come true in his life.          One fine day, Vijay was retur...

She stared at the mirror, her focus being on her bald noddle. Tears rolled down her eyes. More or less, she was howling. I was sitting on a chair nearby, and trying to console her. "Don't cry, Payel. You are looking, not really bad. Maybe this will be a new fashion in this year's Durga Puja. Girls with bald heads", I laughed just to boost up her self esteem. Payel threw a pillow towards me. "Shut up, you moron. I am not crying because I am looking bald, but... ", she stopped abruptly.          But, I knew the truth. This bald head was the reason, why she was living in a rented apartment on her own, and left her parents' house. This happened a few months ago, when she had first went to the doctor with me...          We had been returning from college one fine afternoon. Suddenly, Payel held her chest and thumped on the ground. "What is the matter, Payel?", I asked getting tensed.          But she was not in...

Pilot Aakansha Sharma, the daughter of Abhay Sharma, an aeronautical engineer, boarded her own flight, rather her own dream. The cockpit shivered her once again, and may be for the last time too. Goosebumps appeared on her hands. Well, she was trying to pursue Captain Aakansha Sharma's dream project. She still didn't know, whether it was a coincidence, or an intentional thing, but not only did her parents name her Aakansha Sharma, but she also did step into the same profession of the Captain . Well, lets go back fifty-four years ago, the year 1964...                   Captain Aakansha Sharma boarded on her last flight (which she still didn't know would be). After 7 years being a Captain, she stepped into the cockpit of her private plane, just to live her own life, or more precisely, live her own dream. Her dream had always been to fly across the earth, or circumnavigate the globe, and cover the approx. 24300 miles.       ...

She ran after the car. But in no time, the car faded away from her eyesight. Tears rolled down her chubby cheeks. Her mom took her into her bosom. Both cried heartlessly.           Payel remembered the first day when she had met Vijay. Just a year ago or so...                   Payel entered the college with beads of sweat on her forehead. She was really tensed on how would be the first day of her college. Her mom had assured her in the morning that everything will be alright. But still... something made her feel awkward. She walked towards the main building with slow but steady steps. Suddenly, a boy's face came into her vision from a group nearby.         The face looked too familiar... as if she had seen him somewhere. The boy was not really handsome, but looked like someone on whom, one can trust without any hesitation.          Some of Payel's tension see...