Amit hated being told what to do. Be it me, his step mom; be it Raghu, his Dad, or worse, people he couldn't scream back at, like his football coach.
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Stories From hope
Who am I? I am every being who has been forcefully dented and painted. I am every man who has failed his innate desire on the scale of time.
This was his hundredth (how he wished it was an exaggeration) attempt to make his resume. The initial efforts were far from fruitful. One might as well have used a name slip – the ones you used in school texts, and...
Since then there’d been no looking back. He had spent the next twelve years developing his empire. Then greed had got the better of him and he’d made a deal with the devil. Now it seemed as if it was time to pay.
While our world frees from the dreams of super heroes, and relatable feelings seem to reduce with them, villains and antiheroes are now taking the spotlight. People finally say it out loud that it feels good to be b...