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English · Office today

The Role Reversal: Power, Pride and Revenge)

The HR team of New Era Software decided on a special theme for the Diwali party—"Devi Puja" (Worship of the Goddess). "Let's dedicate this Diwali to showing our respect toward women," HR Head Garima addressed the employees a day before the party. "Women will come dressed in vibrant sarees. And to ensure that no man steals the limelight from them, all men will wear white shirts and black pants along with slippers," she continued. At this, all the women burst into laughter. "Chairs will be removed for the men; only women will sit on chairs. The office help staff will be given a day off, and male employees will act as the office help. They will serve tea, bring water, clean their utensils, do their chores, clean their desks, and do everything that the women demand." "So, is there nothing for men this Diwali?" a guy asked. "Oh, absolutely there is," Garima pursued. "There will be a game. If a woman is satisfied with a serving man, she will give him a star. The men have to collect as many stars as possible, and the top three men will get an opportunity to be kissed by a girl of their choice." "Oohh..." The men were now hooting and cheering. "The winning men can choose the girl, but the girl will decide where she will kiss them, and she will also give them a dare. The winning boys must confirm that they are ready for any dare coming from the woman; only then will they get the kiss." Finally, the day of the Diwali party arrived. Women looked like fairies in their traditional outfits like sarees, lehengas, and suits. The men were deliberately made to look like waiters. Varun was 27 years old and worked as a team lead in the company. He came to the office in a waiter's uniform and walked toward his desk. He saw that his chair had been removed, and he remembered what the HR head had said about the Diwali party's theme. He was just searching for a place to keep his bag when he heard the sound of snapping fingers (clicking of a snap). He looked ahead and saw Esha's fingers quite close to his face. Esha was 22 years old and was dressed in a stunning salwar kameez paired with silver open-toe sandals. Her long nails were painted in a deep magenta shade. She snapped her fingers again. "Bring me a glass of water," she commanded in a bossy tone. "Alright, let me get myself organized first," Varun replied.

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English · Spouse yesterday

THE MANGALSUTRA OF LOVE: From Prem to Priya

THE BOY WHO WON HER HEART The college garden was filled with the sounds of laughter, conversation, and the rustling of trees. Beneath an old banyan tree sat Prem, a twenty-one-year-old engineering student with a quiet personality and unusually long, dark hair. While his classmates were busy discussing examinations, Prem was sketching something in his notebook. A girl suddenly appeared beside him. "Are you always this serious?" she asked. Prem didn't look up. "Only when someone interrupts my masterpiece." The girl leaned forward and saw a beautiful portrait of herself. "Wait! You drew me?" Prem finally looked at her. "Unfortunately, yes. Now I have to look at you every day." The girl laughed. Her name was Neha. That small conversation became the beginning of a beautiful friendship. Neha was confident, talkative, and adventurous. Prem was patient, thoughtful, and quietly romantic. They were opposites, but somehow they understood each other perfectly. They shared lunch beneath the banyan tree, walked home together after classes, and spent evenings discussing their dreams. Neha loved Prem's long hair. Sometimes, while they sat together in the garden, she would gently play with the loose strands. "Promise me something," she said one evening. "What?" "Never cut your hair." Prem smiled. "If you love it that much, I'll keep it." Three years passed. Their friendship became love. On graduation day, Neha stood beside Prem beneath the same banyan tree. "Where do you see yourself in ten years?" she asked. Prem took her hand. "Working somewhere, earning enough money, and coming home to you every evening." Neha smiled through her tears. "Then let's make that happen." Their families eventually agreed to their marriage. But Prem had no idea that his wedding would introduce him to an unexpected chapter of his life. A chapter that would challenge his confidence, test his relationship, and bring him closer to the woman he loved.