“Thank you, bro, thank you for making my birthday special. Let’s drink and party and dance!” Pawan’s voice echoed through the crowded pub, his laughter cutting through the thumping bass like a familiar anchor. The night blurred into a whirlwind of shots, stories, and swaying bodies under the neon lights. But eventually, the party wound down, the music faded, and I stumbled back to my flat, the cool night air sobering me just enough to reflect. It was Pawan’s 33rd birthday, a milestone that hit harder than expected. Me—Akshat—Pawan, and Himashu were childhood friends, bound like brothers in a pact ... Read more
It all started in the dusty lanes of our small town neighborhood, where the summer sun baked the concrete and friendships formed like unbreakable pacts sealed in sweat and scraped knees. I was Ankit, the quiet kid with a quick laugh, always the one organizing cricket matches in the empty lot behind the market. Ajay moved in next door when we were eight—lanky, with a mop of unruly black hair and a grin that screamed mischief. He was the storyteller, spinning wild tales of ghosts and adventures that kept us up past bedtime. Sanjay joined our trio a year later, ... Read more
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