Threads of Destiny

By Ravi Ranjan Goswami

Just as he was about to turn his attention back to the task at hand, a movement at the corner of his eye caught his attention. A young woman, her face etched with a look of distress, had entered the shop. Ajit straightened up, his instincts kicking in as he approached her with a warm smile.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Ravi Ranjan Goswami
• Release date: Apr 24, 2024
• ISBN: 9798224830138

Ravi Ranjan Goswami

रवि रंजन गोस्वामी जी का मूल निवास स्थान उत्तर प्रदेश का शहर झाँसी है। आप भारतीय राजस्व सेवा में  एसिस्टेंट कमिश्नर सीमाशुल्क के पद पर कोचीन (केरल) में कार्यरत हैं। आप हिंदी के कटेम्पोरेरी लोकप्रिय लेखकों में से एक है। आशा है गोस्वामीजी का कविता संग्रह संवाद आपको पसंद आएगा। 

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Threads of Destiny

Chapter 1: A Chance Encounter

The bustling streets of Cochin hummed with the familiar cacophony that Ajit had grown accustomed to over the years. The vibrant spice markets, the colorful fabric stalls, and the friendly faces of the locals all contributed to the unique energy that permeated this historic coastal city. For Ajit, this was more than just the backdrop to his life; it was the very essence of who he was.

As the young shopkeeper carefully folded a stack of neatly pressed cotton shirts, he couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment wash over him. The family-owned clothing store that he had inherited from his parents was his pride and joy, a place where he could connect with the people of Cochin and share his passion for fashion.

Ajit took a moment to gaze out the shop's large windows, watching the steady flow of pedestrians and the occasional rickshaw navigating the bustling streets. It was a scene he had witnessed countless times, yet it never failed to captivate him. There was a certain rhythm to the daily life of Cochin, a rhythm that Ajit had internalized and embraced as his own.

Just as he was about to turn his attention back to the task at hand, a movement at the corner of his eye caught his attention. A young woman, her face etched with a look of distress, had entered the shop. Ajit straightened up, his instincts kicking in as he approached her with a warm smile.

Good afternoon, madam. How can I assist you today? he asked, his voice laced with genuine concern.

The woman's eyes darted around the shop as if she were searching for something or someone. I'm... I'm so sorry to barge in like this, she stammered, her words tumbling out in a rush. But I desperately need a ride to the hospital. Can you please help me?

Ajit's brow furrowed, his curiosity piqued by the woman's distressed demeanor. Of course, of course, he replied without hesitation. Let me just close up the shop for a moment, and I'll be happy to take you.

As Ajit quickly secured the storefront and ushered the young woman out to his scooter, he couldn't help but wonder about the nature of her emergency. Was she injured? Ill? Or was there something more sinister at play? His mind raced with possibilities, each one more unsettling than the last.

The ride to the hospital was a tense and silent one, with the young woman gripping Ajit's waist tightly as they weaved through the bustling traffic. Ajit could feel the tension radiating from her, and he longed to offer some words of comfort, but he knew that now was not the time to pry. His focus was