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ALL INDIA

ASPIRING WRITER's

AWARD

Tanya

REGISTRATION ID

C1460

YOUR FINAL SCORE IS IN BETWEEN

9.21 - 9.75

IFHINDIA CONGRATULATE YOU FOR BEING IN THE TOP 10 FINALISTS.
YOUR FINAL SCORE WILL BE ANNOUNCED IN THE AWARD CEREMONY.

1. THE TITLE WINNER SCORE MUST BE MORE THAN 9.70 WHO WILL BE  WINNING 1,50,000/- CASH PRIZE & YOU MAY BE ONE OF THEM FOR SURE BECAUSE OUR FINAL WINNER IS IN BETWEEN THOSE TOP 10 FINALISTS INCLUDING YOU. 
2. SINCE YOU ARE ONE OF THOSE TOP 10 FINALIST YOU WILL BE GETTING EXCLUSIVE GIFT COUPON WORTH 5000/- EACH
(Note : You must participate either in ONLINE EVENT or OFFLINE EVENT without fail to get your AWARD BENEFITS)
3. ALL TOP 10 FINALIST INCLUDING YOU MUST PARTICIPATE IN THE MEGA EVENT EITHER OFFLINE OR ONLINE BECAUSE EVEN YOU MAY BE THE ONE WHO WIN THE TITLE FOR SURE.
4. INCASE YOU ARE NOT WILLING TO PARTICIPATE IN THE MEGA EVENT/ AWARD CEREMONY EITHER OFFLINE OR ONLINE then your journey in the contest will end here. HOWEVER YOU WILL STILL RECEIVE THE BEST 25 WRITERS BENEFITS but you will not get any benefits for being in the TOP 10 incase you quit from the contest hereafter.


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Written By

Tanya

Atya knew that this was going to be the last fight of his life. He could sense that in the way it was raining. He never liked water. Or the feel of it. Here in this fighting ring, inside the tunnels. It felt more like coming from the gutters, it made everything smell. It made everything ugly. As if, it brought everything to its real, true nature. Atya knew he was going to die today. He could smell the iron in the air. Was it enough? Had he lived enough? Was this the right time to let go? He looked around him, he was underground. It was filled with crowd, because of the rain, it was going all haphazard. The referee was trying to establish control. He could do more than nothing, it was all pandemonium.
His vision was hazy, maybe that was because he had fallen a moment ago, there was blinding pain in his head, which made it difficult for him to open his eyes. Through small slits of his eyes, he could still see the ring, Vrisham on the left corner, trying to stop people from leaving without paying him for the show. His opponent, was sitting on a stool looking at him while wiping himself with a wet cloth. Atya could not remember falling down. But he knew that he did not want to move anymore. He didn’t want to fight anymore. Even though he knew very well, or was it just delusion, that if he still chose or decided to get up, he could still win this fight, could have gotten home, ate something that Vrisham would have conjured up. And then, could have come back again tomorrow to fight the same fight again. But he didn’t want to get up. The blinding pain in his abdomen and head muffled his mind and senses, or maybe he was thinking straight for the first time in his life. For once, he wanted to rest without thinking too much.
Life had been forgiving, easy, accessible. Maybe what he needed was a challenge. The guy on the other end of the ring, wasn’t much of a threat to his too tired frame. Atya, could not care less about him. Maybe this was indeed his last moment as it reminded him of his home. He went back to his childhood, how he used to tread the mountains in his hometown, his brother and him always concocting one mischief or other to their parents’ dismay. His father was scary and strict when he was little but mostly, he was right, about the menial things in life, at least. He had to give him that. He tried to juggle up any memories of his childhood home, or his family. But he got nothing, maybe there were indeed no good memories. He just remembered walking through the village, carrying supplies for their farm, he remembers when he used to blow up people’s clothes making them fly when they were bathing in the river. He closed his eyes now. This was not supposed to end like this. He could not end a life he never lived. He got up on his knees.
“Finally!” Vrisham said, while his opponent smirked.
“-thought you dead, man” Kaysth blurted. Atya nodded his head and got to his feet, his shoulders still hunched down, his back still arched. His head doing a funny thing and his abdomen seemed a little better standing up. The rain had stopped now, and the crowd had started to gather around the ring, when they saw Atya getting up. Vrisham went to the board, writing down numbers and taking up bets.
“Not just yet.” He walked straight when Kaysth was still smirking at that crowd, running his thumb across his neck and then pointing to Atya. He took his right leg to his left and struck hard, it caught him off guard, he stumbled forward when Atya grabbed the back of his neck, forcing his eyes to stay open and met his chin with a hook that led him to collapse on the ground. With that he simply walked out of the ring. Not looking back if he got up from the fight or not.
In the twenty-three of years of his life, there were many times when Atya wanted to stop living. But he remembers that he wanted to kill everyone, every single day of his life. Shower was the only time when he could be himself, as he was the most notorious fighter of the city, which came with its own reputation he was always surrounded with people. His manager, Vrisham made every effort to make it as suffocating as humanely possible for Atya. He had found Atya, the second week of his rampage at the underworld. He had just entered the ring, for mere experience, as he had a lot of experience with weight-lifting, his mother used to call his name for the whole village’s stockkeeping. When he ran away from his home and came to the city, he used to see limericks of what consisted of a fighter in the ring. But devoid of any technique he was apprehended that he could come this far in the same business as he had. Fights became whole days and days became weeks, the only money that came into his pocket came from blood of strangers. He was never idle enough to be a philosopher, so he forced himself not to think about anything. That was only one of the reasons why he could not tell Vrisham to piss off. Without him, he would be lost.
As soon as he got out of the shower, Vrisham had already gotten himself inside his personal quarters to get on his nerves.
“You won’t believe what new deal I have managed for us.” Vrisham spoke from behind his shoulder, when he just wiped off his body of all the moisture.
“What? I am not going one off to any other fight of yours. I’m off for the week, remember my abdominal pain during the last one?” he said.
“This is not a fight, it is deal, a business meeting, if you may”

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