Mini-Drabble

Badhai Do

Durga looked in fascination and confusion as Rimjhim sat next to Sumi and Shardul, as a parent to the newly adopted baby girl. She then looked at her husband, who opened his mouth to say something. 25 years of marriage had taught the Bengali woman to read her husband's mind. She shushed him as Shardul invited his partner.

The relief and happiness on the four people's faces made Durga's heart burst with joy for them. She didn't need to understand the equation between them to see the love in their eyes for their partners and the new baby.

Breathe Into the Shadows

"Two rules, no kissing on the lips and no feelings involved. Deal?"

That was six months ago. How had a CBI officer gotten into a no-strings-attached relationship with an escort that had resulted in drunk dialling and a broken heart?

The radio was playing some Bengali song that Kabir wasn't interested in. All he knew was that he had messed up. 

"So, what did you want to talk about?" Shirley asked him.

"I broke the second rule, so it's over, I guess." 

She looked at him for a few seconds and then kissed him. "I broke the first one," she whispered against his lips.

Harry Potter

Tonks stared at the South Asian woman looking back at her from the mirror, dressed in a Bengali saree. From what she could see, she knew that Parvati had done a bad job, but she needed to blend into the crowds of Calcutta to flush out the Death Eater impersonating an Indian muggle.

"How do I look?" she asked her 3-year-old son, who blew a raspberry. She giggled and placed him back in the cot. These were the times when she wished Remus were alive and wondered what he would say. She missed her husband. 

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Ayaan Bagchi had a perfect life. He had nothing to complain about.

But every time he passed by Maheshwari Nivas, the bungalow next to his, the police officer's eyes would search for Jeetu. He wished he could walk up to Jeetu and tell him how he felt, to tell him that he loved him. He wondered what it would feel like to hold his hand.

Ayaan Bagchi had a perfect life, but Jeetu wasn't a part of it.

Sandeep aur Pinky Faraar

Purva was a good journalist, but even to her, it was alarming yet intriguing when a P. Thapa sent a package from Nepal for Sandy. So when she delivered it to her in jail, watching Sandy burst out laughing only added to her curiosity. All that the Bengali journalist could figure out was it might have something to do with a suspended Police constable who had managed to flee to Nepal.

But she was pleased that the photos made Sandy laugh. To Purva, it sounded like music. Sandy had gone through a lot. She deserved such small moments.

Raazi

Sehmat studied the shawl Abbu had ordered from Shantipuri. She knew it wasn't just a shawl. It was something for her father-in-law to help with his promotion to General. She kept the shawl on a lamp and noticed the faint marks. Sehmat couldn't help but smile. Though the words were indecipherable, in that second, she knew where she had got her spying skills from.