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I quit drinking!

<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% white; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; margin-right: 7.5pt;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i>This particular joke won an award for the best joke competition Organized in Britain: </i></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% white; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; margin-right: 7.5pt;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxAeYu-buK90mxG4vv9S08C3gLI1j_aXVuMkfcntjkhvaUAudaKuNJwxTAD6Uf9cpYxewyHuOQsbBgnLsX2xU4tGb2V-95yrFHjebEBO_jp8VC3plonnufs2CHYmCOH6HsRxFCFp97KlI/s1600/I_Quit_Drinking____by_VerseJus.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxAeYu-buK90mxG4vv9S08C3gLI1j_aXVuMkfcntjkhvaUAudaKuNJwxTAD6Uf9cpYxewyHuOQsbBgnLsX2xU4tGb2V-95yrFHjebEBO_jp8VC3plonnufs2CHYmCOH6HsRxFCFp97KlI/s320/I_Quit_Drinking____by_VerseJus.jpg" width="226" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; font-size: small;">A man walks into a bar in London and ordered 3-glasses of beer and sits in the backyard of the room, drinking a sip out of each one in turn.</span>  <div class="MsoNormal" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% white; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; margin-bottom: 3.75pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 7.5pt;"><span style="font-size: small;">When he finishes, he comes back to the bar counter and orders 3 more. The bartender asks him, “You know, beer goes flat after I fill it in the glass; it would taste better if you buy one at a time.” The man replies, “Well, you see, I have two brothers. One is in Dubai, the other in Canada and I’m here in London. When they left home, we promised that we’ll drink this way to remember the days when we drank together.”</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% white; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; margin-bottom: 3.75pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 7.5pt;"><span style="font-size: small;">The bartender admits that this is a nice custom and leaves it there. The man became a regular in the bar, and always drinks the same way. He order 3-Beers and drinks them in turn. One day, he came in and ordered only 2-Beers All the other regulars notice and fall silent.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% white; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; margin-bottom: 3.75pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 7.5pt;"><span style="font-size: small;">When he comes back to the bar for the second round, the bartender says, “I don’t want to intrude on your grief, but I wanted to offer my sincere condolences on your great loss.”</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% white; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; margin-right: 7.5pt;"><span style="font-size: small;">The man looked confused for a moment, then he laughs.... “Oh, no,” he, said, “Everyone’s fine - both my brothers are alive”. The only thing is I just quit drinking...!!<span lang="EN" style="color: #333333;"></span></span></div></div>

I quit drinking!

This particular joke won an award for the best joke competition Organized in Britain: A man walks into a bar in London and ordered 3-glas...

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The king and his four wives

<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUMv9P4VnTJ5yxkBLwim0c2dRzOSO9kC_kGQgsRMcR4X0FXQYT8l1VZVijY0ICy6wtLYFmrRWn7ZNwIWufKYMaogPqoPkhm6IQbML0MzO4gttjrYO9TKwnyfpcf4U9vlbbkiOdfbbctIM/s1600/king_logocard_tilt_360x410.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUMv9P4VnTJ5yxkBLwim0c2dRzOSO9kC_kGQgsRMcR4X0FXQYT8l1VZVijY0ICy6wtLYFmrRWn7ZNwIWufKYMaogPqoPkhm6IQbML0MzO4gttjrYO9TKwnyfpcf4U9vlbbkiOdfbbctIM/s320/king_logocard_tilt_360x410.jpg" width="280" /></a></div><div style="background-color: white;">Collected and translated</div></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">In the old times, a powerful king had four beautiful wives, but didn’t foresee a surprising incident. He loves the fourth wife the most, always granting any desire she requested. Next is the third wife, he always worried about losing her, always kept her close to him.<br />
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The second wife is whom he got emotional comfort; she was always gentle, patient; offering valuable advices in his difficult times. The first wife was the most loyal to him, helped him to effectively and successfully take the country to prosperity and power. However, the king reserved little affection for her. He almost forgot her existence.<br />
One day, being seriously sick, and realizing the death coming, the king thought, “I had many wives, why don’t I ask one of them to die with me to keep my company!”<br />
Then, he sent for the fourth wife to his bed’s side and said, “My dear, I loved the most, always saved the best of everything for you. Now I am going to pass away, would you die with me so that I wouldn’t be lonesome?” She replied, “You Majestic, you have treated me nicely, but your request is very difficult for me!” The king was stunned in disappointment for a moment, and then sent for the third wife who replied, “No, your Majestic, I am still beautiful and need to be pleased and protected. Since you got sick, many other kings have tempted and promised to continue to please and protect me. It is very hard for me to refuse them!” The king felt a sudden pain in the heart, sad, and frustrated. He then sent for the second wife and asked, “You always supported and counselled me when I needed, and I assumed you would die with me, wouldn’t you?” She responded, “I promise to take care of your majestic until your last minute, will go with you to the graveyard, and to always miss you! But, about dying with you, I am . . . too afraid!” The king was completely desperate.<br />
The king never remembers the first wife, but at this moment he heard a voice close by, “I will follow your Majestic to wherever you go, even if it is death.” Surprised, the king turned back, it was his first wife. Watching her skinny, weak, and exhausted appearance, the king was deeply touched and said, “Oh, it’s you! Why are you so shabby looking?” She said, “No problem, your Majestic! My mind is still as clear as when I came with you to this world. However, my luggage is somewhat trashy because your Majesty has been busy to care for my look and my health is indeed not so good because I was not appropriately cared for when I was sick.”<br />
Very sad and deeply regretting that he had badly treated her, the king said, “I should have paid more attention to you, cared for you better, and loved you more!” He sighed in sorrow!<br />
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The truth is, though not being a king, each of us has four “wives.”<br />
Our fourth “wife” is our physical body. Almost every one of us pays lot of attention to caring his body, making sure it looks nice and at its best. However, when one passes away, his body will be annihilated, it can’t go with him.<br />
The third “wife” has the name of “social status and material assets.” This is what one can lose the easiest, because they are merely materialistic. When one no longer exists, his “social status” no longer exists, and his “material assets” will belong to other people.<br />
The second “wife” is one’s family and friends. They always care, support, and counsel us. However, they can only care for us until our last minute, and miss us when we go away forever.<br />
The first “wife” is our original MIND which is natural, clear, uncontaminated (by external incidents) that ever exists even before one’s birth and it is the only thing that goes with one to the next life. When one was born, this MIND is innocently clear and uncontaminated, and then in the growing process, one was influenced by circumstances that generate one’s deeds (thought, speech, and action). The “luggage” that this original MIND must carry with it, is the deeds—good or bad—to the next life. However, living in a world where all compete for material assets, as well as social status to please their “egos”, few people remember their inborn MIND and consequently it is forgotten, and not taken care of. Good deeds are precious luggage; bad deeds are contaminated trashes which will dangerously influence one’s next lives. Firmly engrave that in one’s memory.</div></div>

The king and his four wives

Collected and translated In the old times, a powerful king had four beautiful wives, but didn’t foresee a surprising incident. He loves the...

Hate to love you..

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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-right: 7.5pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span lang="EN" style="color: #333333; font-family: "Trebuchet MS","sans-serif"; font-size: 9.5pt; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">I cannot stand this guy anymore. I feel   ashamed when it comes into my mind that he is my husband. Why the ***** on   earth I had to marry him. I flinch at the site of him. He is not a human. He   is a brute. Oh God, why you did this to me; why you made me marry this guy.   He doesn’t love me a bit. He is only after the fortune dad left for me. Each   night he threatens me to give him power of attorney. Please help me God; show   me the way to get rid of him.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-right: 7.5pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-right: 7.5pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span lang="EN" style="color: #333333; font-family: "Trebuchet MS","sans-serif"; font-size: 9.5pt; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Sharaav (The husband):</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-right: 7.5pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-right: 7.5pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span lang="EN" style="color: #333333; font-family: "Trebuchet MS","sans-serif"; font-size: 9.5pt; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">***** man. I still cannot convince her to   give me power of attorney. Maybe she thinks that I am after her money only.   This is wrong; totally wrong. I could not tell her that I have received   severe damage in business .I am neck-deep in debt. Even my home is mortgaged   and I have a deadline of only three months to pay the bank loan. I cannot   tell her this. She will panic. She panics for nothing. Only if I can get my   hands on the money her dad left, then I can revive my business. I’ll make up   for the loss. I’ll return her money very soon. Please someone convince her.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-right: 7.5pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-right: 7.5pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span lang="EN" style="color: #333333; font-family: "Trebuchet MS","sans-serif"; font-size: 9.5pt; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Aryan (Ex-boyfriend of Atulya):</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-right: 7.5pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-right: 7.5pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span lang="EN" style="color: #333333; font-family: "Trebuchet MS","sans-serif"; font-size: 9.5pt; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">I met Atulya yesterday. I never imagined   that I would meet her again. But the strange thing happened. She was looking   devastated.  I asked her the reason. She did not tell me. I wonder what   could have happened to her. She has everything in life. Anyway, the only   silver lining is that we have exchanged our phone numbers. So looking forward   to meet her again .Wish me luck. It’s only after yesterday that I realized I   haven’t forgotten anything.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-right: 7.5pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-right: 7.5pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><b><span lang="EN" style="color: #333333; font-family: "Trebuchet MS","sans-serif"; font-size: 9.5pt; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">19/1/2010:</span></b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-right: 7.5pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-right: 7.5pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span lang="EN" style="color: #333333; font-family: "Trebuchet MS","sans-serif"; font-size: 9.5pt; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Aryan:</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-right: 7.5pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-right: 7.5pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span lang="EN" style="color: #333333; font-family: "Trebuchet MS","sans-serif"; font-size: 9.5pt; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">I called Atulya just a few minutes back.   It was wonderful to hear her voice. She has voice like an angel. I can   remember those days when I used to call her and only listened to her for   hours. She used to talk like a chatterbox. How easily she could tell me her   feelings about me. And I was just the opposite. I could never open my heart   to her. Only I loved to hear her speak. </span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-right: 7.5pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span lang="EN" style="color: #333333; font-family: "Trebuchet MS","sans-serif"; font-size: 9.5pt; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Ok, back to present. I asked her for a   date and she agreed. We are meeting tomorrow for lunch. So again wish me luck   guys.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-right: 7.5pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-right: 7.5pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span lang="EN" style="color: #333333; font-family: "Trebuchet MS","sans-serif"; font-size: 9.5pt; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Atulya:</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-right: 7.5pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-right: 7.5pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span lang="EN" style="color: #333333; font-family: "Trebuchet MS","sans-serif"; font-size: 9.5pt; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Aryan called me. We talked for a while.   He has asked me for a date and I agreed. Am I doing right? Is it okay to meet   your ex-boyfriend for lunch without informing your husband? But I cannot tell   Sharaav anything .He won’t take it easily. He always doubts me. Anyway, why   am I thinking about Sharaav? He has done me no good. For past few weeks he is   not going to office. He has not even told me the reason. He doesn’t consume   any food, only drinks all day. I cannot take anymore of this. The house has   been a prison for me. I want to get out of here. </span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-right: 7.5pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-right: 7.5pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><b><span lang="EN" style="color: #333333; font-family: "Trebuchet MS","sans-serif"; font-size: 9.5pt; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">20/1/2010:</span></b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-right: 7.5pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-right: 7.5pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span lang="EN" style="color: #333333; font-family: "Trebuchet MS","sans-serif"; font-size: 9.5pt; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Sharaav:</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-right: 7.5pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-right: 7.5pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span lang="EN" style="color: #333333; font-family: "Trebuchet MS","sans-serif"; font-size: 9.5pt; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Atulya is out of the house. When she was   leaving I asked her where she was going. She replied that she was going to   shopping with Avanti. She cannot lie properly. She has always been a bad   liar. I called Avanti and confirmed that they didn’t have any plan of   shopping together. Then the question is where she went. I won’t ask her   anything about this .I’ll find out another way to know.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-right: 7.5pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-right: 7.5pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><b><span lang="EN" style="color: #333333; font-family: "Trebuchet MS","sans-serif"; font-size: 9.5pt; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">21/1/2010:</span></b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-right: 7.5pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-right: 7.5pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span lang="EN" style="color: #333333; font-family: "Trebuchet MS","sans-serif"; font-size: 9.5pt; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Aryan:</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-right: 7.5pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-right: 7.5pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span lang="EN" style="color: #333333; font-family: "Trebuchet MS","sans-serif"; font-size: 9.5pt; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Yesterday was very special for me. I met Atulya   for lunch; I could remember my college days when we used to meet like this.   Her dad never approved our relation. So she had to sneak of her house to meet   me .Every time I was the first person to reach the restaurant. And every time   I feared whether she could come there finally; if her dad came to know about   everything. And finally when she entered, my heartbeat used to stop for a   second and then became doubled.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-right: 7.5pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-right: 7.5pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span lang="EN" style="color: #333333; font-family: "Trebuchet MS","sans-serif"; font-size: 9.5pt; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Now I know why she is sad. I knew she   would tell me everything. She was never able to hide anything from me. Her   husband is mentally sick. That person never talks to her properly; that *****   even beats her on occasions; and this psycho guy doubts that she has an   affair with someone. Recently he is forcing her to give him power of attorney   .He is only after the money of her. She is living in *****. I have promised   her I’ll pull her out of this situation. Let’s see what can be done.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-right: 7.5pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-right: 7.5pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span lang="EN" style="color: #333333; font-family: "Trebuchet MS","sans-serif"; font-size: 9.5pt; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Atulya:</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-right: 7.5pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-right: 7.5pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span lang="EN" style="color: #333333; font-family: "Trebuchet MS","sans-serif"; font-size: 9.5pt; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Now I feel much relieved. I have told Aryan   everything. He has promised me he’ll do his best to pull me out of this   situation. I trust him. He never makes false promise .It’s only me who   ditched such a nice guy .Today I realize if I had married Aryan instead of Sharaav,   my life could be a fairytale. Why I took such a wrong decision. I have not   done right to him. He is the only person who stands beside me in today’s   situation. I am grateful to him. I want to meet him again. I’ll call him   tomorrow.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-right: 7.5pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-right: 7.5pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><b><span lang="EN" style="color: #333333; font-family: "Trebuchet MS","sans-serif"; font-size: 9.5pt; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">27/1/2010:</span></b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-right: 7.5pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-right: 7.5pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span lang="EN" style="color: #333333; font-family: "Trebuchet MS","sans-serif"; font-size: 9.5pt; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Sharaav:</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-right: 7.5pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-right: 7.5pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span lang="EN" style="color: #333333; font-family: "Trebuchet MS","sans-serif"; font-size: 9.5pt; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">I have appointed a private detective to   keep watch on Atulya. For the past few days she seems to be very happy. I   don’t like this. How a wife can be happy when her husband is not? Whatever   the reason is, I’ll find out very soon. If any man is involved with her, I’ll   kill both of them.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-right: 7.5pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-right: 7.5pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><b><span lang="EN" style="color: #333333; font-family: "Trebuchet MS","sans-serif"; font-size: 9.5pt; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">31/1/2010:</span></b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-right: 7.5pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-right: 7.5pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span lang="EN" style="color: #333333; font-family: "Trebuchet MS","sans-serif"; font-size: 9.5pt; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Atulya:</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-right: 7.5pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-right: 7.5pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span lang="EN" style="color: #333333; font-family: "Trebuchet MS","sans-serif"; font-size: 9.5pt; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Today I met Aryan again. He told me   something that I have never imagined. He told me to kill Sharaav. I am   scared. I cannot do this. There must be another way out. But Aryan says this   is the only way. Sharaav won’t go for mutual separation. He’ll drag this   matter to court. Aryan said if somehow even I get divorce, then I won’t have   any right to Sharaav’s property. I cannot accept that. My dad invested a lump   sum amount to Sharaav’s business. I want my share back. Aryan assured me that   he’ll plan everything so that it appears to be a suicide, not a murder. Maybe   he is right. But I need more time to think on it. </span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-right: 7.5pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-right: 7.5pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span lang="EN" style="color: #333333; font-family: "Trebuchet MS","sans-serif"; font-size: 9.5pt; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Aryan:</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-right: 7.5pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-right: 7.5pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span lang="EN" style="color: #333333; font-family: "Trebuchet MS","sans-serif"; font-size: 9.5pt; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Keeping my fingers crossed. Guys wish me   luck.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-right: 7.5pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-right: 7.5pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><b><span lang="EN" style="color: #333333; font-family: "Trebuchet MS","sans-serif"; font-size: 9.5pt; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">2/2/2010:</span></b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-right: 7.5pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-right: 7.5pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span lang="EN" style="color: #333333; font-family: "Trebuchet MS","sans-serif"; font-size: 9.5pt; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Atulya:</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-right: 7.5pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-right: 7.5pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span lang="EN" style="color: #333333; font-family: "Trebuchet MS","sans-serif"; font-size: 9.5pt; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">I have decided. I’ll do as Aryan said.   This is the best way. I am going to call him now.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-right: 7.5pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-right: 7.5pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span lang="EN" style="color: #333333; font-family: "Trebuchet MS","sans-serif"; font-size: 9.5pt; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Aryan:</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-right: 7.5pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-right: 7.5pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span lang="EN" style="color: #333333; font-family: "Trebuchet MS","sans-serif"; font-size: 9.5pt; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Atulya called me. It’s a deal. I have   finalized the plan. It’ll be executed on tomorrow. Guys wish me luck again.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-right: 7.5pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-right: 7.5pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span lang="EN" style="color: #333333; font-family: "Trebuchet MS","sans-serif"; font-size: 9.5pt; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Sharaav:</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-right: 7.5pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-right: 7.5pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span lang="EN" style="color: #333333; font-family: "Trebuchet MS","sans-serif"; font-size: 9.5pt; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">That detective I hired called me. I am   going to meet him. If I found anything suspicious, it won’t be good for   anyone. I promise.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-right: 7.5pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-right: 7.5pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-right: 7.5pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><b><span lang="EN" style="color: #333333; font-family: "Trebuchet MS","sans-serif"; font-size: 9.5pt; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">3/2/2010:</span></b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-right: 7.5pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-right: 7.5pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><b><span lang="EN" style="color: #333333; font-family: "Trebuchet MS","sans-serif"; font-size: 9.5pt; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">12:30 PM:</span></b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-right: 7.5pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-right: 7.5pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span lang="EN" style="color: #333333; font-family: "Trebuchet MS","sans-serif"; font-size: 9.5pt; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Atulya:</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-right: 7.5pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-right: 7.5pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span lang="EN" style="color: #333333; font-family: "Trebuchet MS","sans-serif"; font-size: 9.5pt; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">That pervert has not returned home since   last night. That has been good for me. Aryan is a genious. What a plan he has   made. He has given me the poison. He said it is the deadliest poison ever   found. A little amount is enough to make Sharaav sleep forever. Now I have to   act carefully. I have to stir it into the water. Then I’ll put the water in   ice trays and keep them in fridge so that it’ll be transformed into ice   cubes. Whenever that ***** will drink, he’ll have to use those cubes. It is   going to be his last drink. Oh Aryan, I love you.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-right: 7.5pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-right: 7.5pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><b><span lang="EN" style="color: #333333; font-family: "Trebuchet MS","sans-serif"; font-size: 9.5pt; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">11:30 PM:</span></b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-right: 7.5pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-right: 7.5pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span lang="EN" style="color: #333333; font-family: "Trebuchet MS","sans-serif"; font-size: 9.5pt; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Sharaav:</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-right: 7.5pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-right: 7.5pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span lang="EN" style="color: #333333; font-family: "Trebuchet MS","sans-serif"; font-size: 9.5pt; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">I have killed that *****Last night I met   that detective and he showed me some photographs. She was with a man. I don’t   recognize him. The detective informed me that the person in photographs used   to be her boyfriend in college. He has given me his address. Now it’s his   turn. Tonight I’ll kill him also. This is going to be real fun. But first   I’ll have to hide her body. That is not a big issue. I’ll put her body in my   car; drive up to the hill; and then push the car from atop the hill. The   police will consider it an accident. Tonight is also suitable for such   accidents. It’s raining heavily outside. The perfect weather for the perfect   crime. Now I need a drink. My nerves are shot. I have to soothe them .Whisky   on the rocks will do the trick for sure.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-right: 7.5pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-right: 7.5pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><b><i><span lang="EN" style="color: #333333; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Staff Reporter</span></i></b><span lang="EN" style="color: #333333; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">: <i>A renowned businessman from town   killed his wife last night and then committed suicide by consuming poison. According   to doctors, Mr. Sharaav Singh (32) took the extreme step last night between   11 pm-12:30 am. First he killed his wife Atulya (26) by hitting her head with   a hammer multiple times. Then he took the poison with whisky. The death was   instantaneous. After initial investigation Police said it is an open and shut   case. Mr. Singh has gone into debts after his business collapsed. Most of his   property was mortgaged to bank. According to neighbors he also did not share   a good relationship with his wife. It is quite evident that out of   frustration he took the extreme step. Mr. Singh is survived by none.</i></span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-right: 7.5pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-right: 7.5pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span lang="EN" style="color: #333333; font-family: "Trebuchet MS","sans-serif"; font-size: 9.5pt; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Now-a-days I am the happiest person of   the world. Maybe you all are wondering how, Right? Atulya’s husband is dead.   My plan has executed well. But Atulya is dead also. So how can I be so happy?   Well, to answer this question, I have to tell you something I haven’t shared   with you till now. Atulya was my girlfriend in college. She was from a very   rich family where I belonged to a middle class family. Atulya’s dad was a   very powerful and well-connected person. He never approved our relation. When   I was in final year, he fixed her marriage with Sharaav. I had no choice. Atulya   was my world at that time. I decided to elope. She agreed. But her dad came   to know about this. Police arrested me with the charge of kidnapping. I was   produced in court. There to my surprise she supported the allegation. I was   sent to jail for two years. My mother could not take it and she died from   heart-attack. I could not finish my graduation. My world shattered. My career   came to a halt. Meanwhile Atulya married Sharaav. After coming out of jail, I   had only one thought in mind, revenge. I had to kill Atulya and her husband.   I waited for years; waited for the right time and opportunity. And finally   the time came when I met Atulya that day. I came to know that she didn’t   share a good relationship with Sharaav. I took advantage of this. I provoked   her to kill Sharaav. She agreed. To be frank, I didn’t expect Sharaav to kill   her at the same day. I planned to kill Atulya by myself after she kills Sharaav.   But that was not necessary. Maybe God also wants to keep my hands clean. </span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-right: 7.5pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-right: 7.5pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span lang="EN" style="color: #333333; font-family: "Trebuchet MS","sans-serif"; font-size: 9.5pt; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Therefore I am happy. They say it right,   nothing is sweeter than vengeance. The grudge I was carrying in my heart for   years has gone. I could not love anyone in these years .My heart was so much   filled with hatred that there was no place for love. But today after Atulya   and Sharaav are dead, that hatred has also gone away. Now I think its time to   fall in love again. What say guys? Wish me luck for one last time.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><br />
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16/1/2010: Atulya (The wife): I cannot stand this guy anymore. I feel ashamed when it comes into my mind that he is my husban...