"Mom where we will go now, " asked Arnav when her mother told him to pack his things."Mom you said that if I wouldn't misbehave and pray daily god would do some magic to change our life." She remain quiet because she knew that magic is fictitious but how she would tell that to a ten year old who was hoping against hope for the change of fortune due to magic of his prayers.
Everything ruined with the death of Radha's husband last year in a road accident. Somehow with his savings and her jewelry she managed her house and Arnab's education for few months but that didn't last long, after which she started working but since she was not well-educated the job she got gave her meager salary less enough for her household expenses. Since Arnab's education was important their rent remain unpaid for about four months.
Her landlord was her husband's friend but after his death he tried to take sexual advantage in lieu of the rent which she strongly denied. He started threatening her to leave the house. As she was thinking about her past and future the door bell rang. Her landlord entered the house with some papers in his hand. She send Arnab inside being aware of his character. " Radha see! What I have brought for you?" He showed her some papers in which he transferred his house to Radha's name." I will take care of you and Arnab only you have to share nights with me. It is so simple." He touched her face. She slapped him," Get out you scoundrel,we will leave the house today." He laughed," keep these papers darling and think about my offer I will be back tonight." He put papers on table and went out in haste.
He was so excited as he came out from there because he was sure she wouldn't deny his offer. His idea would do magic on her. Suddenly a car hit him from behind. He stood up in pain removed dust from his clothes and moved forward saying that it was magic to survive such an accident without looking back at the crowd gathered around his dead body. Radha who was following him to return those papers saw towards sky and thanked god. That house was now hers without any condition. Magic depends on timing and that was the right time for it.
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