Blood Bonding: Protector and Secrets (The Darklight)
Blood Bonding
Protector
and
Secrets
Blood Bonding
Protector and Secrets
Pradip Bendkule
PROLOGUE
BLOOD BONDING :Protector and Secrets
It is the Story of Secrets Behind various strange things as well as the Secret Protector who saves Gima. Gima fell in love with him. She wants to find him.Gima's Best friend Nitya,Genius minded Punarvasu and Author try to help her. But Talia is a girl who has Extraordinary Intelligence come into Story. Suddenly two Different Love Triangles are made and they collide Each other. The Secret Protector, Punarvasu and Whole Story Surprises all of them Again and Again with various Beautiful Thought and Adventures Events.
Everyone Realises that, There are reasons behind every moment and persons come in life and if there is a war between love, destiny and nature. Nature will need to win.
The Question: Have They Found a Secret Protector ?; What happened to those Love Triangles ?;How and Who Bounded Each other As a Story Called Blood Bonding ?
That's why, Not Every time the Blood Bonding is Genetical or With Relation. Sometimes it's Love, Sometimes it's more than Emotions.
Blood Bonding is not only a love story but it also contradicts the thoughts and prejudiced thoughts of society. Often the term blood Bonding is defined as genetic or Relational, This book is also incapable of considering this because two or more characters in the book are linked in a strange way. The characters who are part of the story continue to express the personality of the beautiful and strange thoughts that help them.
it is also about Gima’s close or best friend nitya, who seeks the mysterious Protector ; Genius and clever Punarvasu, who helps them ; Talia, who is an intelligent soldier; Chandrashekhar, a retired father of Talia from the army; Blind but Skillful Shin, who was lived with ship worker; Bhimaji and Bhanuji, who is Social worker as well as Caring for the poor; The seminar of the book has been diverted through, various aspects and ideas of the personality of all of them.
Various occasions and thoughts in the book are different ways of opposing wrong or traditional ideas regarding blood bonding,love, prejudice, misunderstanding, society, so on various seminars and pasts show the way to take Gima to her mysterious Protector. But on this journey, two strange triangles of strangely intertwined love form, which continue to impress the characters in the book or story. How these people solve these triangles and the mystery of the Protector , as the different secrets are revealed. In all these instances it has been shown in seminars that the nature of what happens is a long way.
The characters , the mysterious Protector and the various secrets that come with the moments, astonished all of them; the strange personality of Punarvasu, the true reason behind it, his skill and the character of the mysterious Protector continue to amaze everyone. Both of them succeed in proving themselves very important in the story. It involves the triangle of love and the emotions of the characters built into this triangle. A lot of secrets eventually come out. All of them take great lessons from this seminar which will last for a lifetime. The Big Question is How do they solve all the stories ?
CONTENT
Lesson One
Mysterious Person and Strange Personalities
Lesson Two
Travel and Conservation
Lesson Three
Protection
Lesson Four
Strange Concepts And Struggles
Lesson Five
Gratitude and Secrets
Lesson One
Mysterious Protector
And
Strange Personalities
While enjoying a quiet morning tea, I got a call from a friend of mine. He was saying that he was sick. I went to the hospital to visit my friend. Suddenly a girl was taken from a stretcher to the hospital, her condition was very serious. It was obvious that her blood was wasted away by accident. Nobody thought she would survive. But the girl looked innocent hence everyone wished for her. So with everyone in the audience I was also wishing to save her life. Even the girl with the perfect innocent face seems to be the only girl in a large family. At that time the doctor came out and told everyone about her condition and we all knew that her condition was serious. Because this girl had a disease called hemophilia, the bleeding can’t stop causing a strange disease of these cells. That bleeds for much longer than a healthy person. So much of her blood was wasted. What was even more serious was that her blood group was rare. A young girl confronts the doctor after speaking. Her name was 'Nitya'. Nitya was the best friend of that girl, a very close best friend. A best friend was in the hospital for an hour but no relatives or parents were seen from the girl's house. There was a feeling of frustration and kindness as well as affection in the atmosphere for the girl. I didn't know where Nitya knew the occasion, but her presence and initiatives caught everyone's attention. So everyone first wanted the girl to be her sister but there was very little in common. After she was asked by the doctor, she went on to say, 'She is her best friend'. Since the doctor didn't have time to listen to her sentence, hence he stopped her while she was talking and asked about her blood group. She said "o -", but the doctor shook negative neck. Then without stopping, I moved on and said `o +". The doctors were disappointed and lowered down. Frustration, anxiety and doubt all started to come together. Without waiting, a good gentleman asked, "Tell me what type of blood you want Sir, A, B, AB." Doctor exclaims: Is anyone here with Bombay blood ? Most of us imagined that this type would be new, because after the doctor's sentence, almost everyone started to discuss. As I was receiving information as a precaution because of my blood group, I had learned about the Bombay blood group. First, it was believed that the blood group was named Bombay because it was found in Bombay or mumbai. I was proud of it, but it was sad. Because it is a blood group that is not easily available. It was a multiplier of 1 person in 10000. So the odds were very small. We were troubled by the thought that many people died due to lack of blood on time. Where can one meet such bad luck in a Bombay like blood group with hemophilia! After the doctor exclaimed, she had been sitting at the nearby barracks and crying. She knew of her illness but up to this day she ever didn't know the blood group of her closest best friend. In fact, the girl on the stretcher never let anyone know or Until now, she seemed to have no idea. She was listening to all our conversations in an unconscious state from a nearby room. I was close to her hence when she started crying, I was the only one who could comfort her. The atmosphere was a family feeling. That 's why Nitya started telling me about that girl.
The girl's name was Gima. She was not from a rich family, as we thought but still from a middle class family but of a high caste class and Religion ;according to Hypocritical and ritualistic society. She had a lot of pride for our upper castes, but always something happened that caused the father's anger. She was such a strange girl, Always craving for their love. But make her own decisions. Until now, I had realized that she was different from her illness as well as uniqueness. But she was equally eccentric by nature. Due to a home-based quarrel and no one to care for her, The parents had not even come to see her. The ancestral land and property was made by her ancestors in her name. She was always despised for not enjoying the middle plate. She had a history of being kicked off as a daughter in the clan. It still hurts a lot to the mind that people still have such a mind; It still hurts that people are still in such a mood and thinking . This mentality in society must be broken. But we must make sure that we do not think about ourselves. It was then that I made a promise to myself, "I will never discriminate in my life." Because that is what nature
accepts will happen in my life. I made sure of this. In the meantime my attention went to Gima, who was watching us in the unconscious state from a nearby room. I felt terribly bad. It looked like she was living in her eyes. Her eyes were saying a lot. But I did not like to give her such a lie, because there was nothing we could do about it. But it was equally annoying to see her flutter. So at that time, I got up and left.
A few days later I went back to visit the same friend who was about to discharge, so I needed to be with him to help. Suddenly Gima appeared there. Pleased that she was alive, but the question was, how was all this possible? How could she have survived after that event? Because she could talk right now, she was still going to get a discharge after five days, but she still came over to the counter and inquired somehow. She was thinking and asking of something as crazy as a visiting nurse and doctor. She had been doing this for a long time. Then her eyes went to me. She came running to me. Even today, I remember that day in which she was looking at me even in the face of unconsciousness. I realized that she wanted to talk to me about something and she was coming to me today for this. But then the doctor was angry with her. She had to return to her room, to her room or to the bed. The look on her face looked as if she had something to ask. So I went to see her. Upon entering, I saw that she was thinking of something deeper; even though it was five minutes before I went inside the room, she was involved in the thought process. Then I started talking. Her attention came to me. The only question she asked me was, did you see the person? At that time I didn't understand what she was talking about, so I asked her back. She replied, "Secret blood donor, my mysterious Protector." As she answered, I got answers to every question I had like How is she still alive? "That day, the man or boy was in the hospital," she said. He was coming just far from my left”, but all my focus was on the doctor and nitya. He was the one who had saved her from dying so many times.
She began to say, Ever since she started to understand what real life is like, how to live, she has been with him ever since. He has helped her many times, saved her life many times. First, when she was nine years old, he protected her from Thunderstorms, once rescuing her from falling into the valley. Many times, when she was scared, he supported, realizing that someone was there for her. On numerous occasions, she laughed at him, when she was hopelessly frustrated. In a way, when she needed support in every difficult event, he was with her. It wasn't a fantasy. His presence gave her protection. Because so many people are ready to take her life or soul. But she didn't know the reason, why? He was doing all this very well. She was not even allowed to say who that person was? Perhaps he never wanted the credit of it all. He had come to save her with a selfless spirit. He never liked to reward all that he was doing. This total I was listening to which shocked me. Because the person has not yet known who he is. Even after all these years, she still did not know his face or even his name. Gima tried to find him several times. But he was very skillfully hiding his identity. He had never covered his face like a movie hero, but he was smart in hiding himself, his own identity. But Gima still hoped that at this point, I would know something about the person, as many people in the hospital would have seen him. In conversation that day didn't even catch our attention, but he filled out a secret blood donation application and even donated blood for her, who was unaware. He was also close to me when I was leaving, but that time I was thinking or feeling bad about her. I had never seen this person in secret. The result was the same. Sometimes we have all the things but we do not see them. She knew he had taken some details about blood donation at the time of blood donation. There was one important thing from this, that destiny made the blood group Bombay of the same person who was secretly Protecting her, these thoughts created a disturbance in the mind. I was proud of the wonders of nature and the special design. So I started trying for her too. Finding that blood donor, I could reach her protector. Despite a lot of inquiries, the staff at the hospital were not ready to say the name of the person, since it was a secret blood donation, I felt like an anonymous magician on all these occasions. I tried to help her in my way, failed and returned to her again. she started to say it again and then I listened intently. She went on to say, she could only see it in an unconscious state. She named him Protector. Likewise, he was also a mysterious Protector, attached to her by a blood band. Her respect for him and the dream of next seemed clear in her eyes. He was no less for her than a superhero in a movie, a hero with a divine power. Talking about him, the calmness, contentment and gestures on her face made me realize that Gima had been in love with him for a long time. But because of all this, there was a fatality due to the accident, 'Gima was getting closer to him'. I thought if she knew his name, she would understand him more. I tried to find out about the donor, but my efforts were unsuccessful at hospital rules and regulations. While I was thinking about this, she said that someone must be like superheroes to find her mysterious protector; having said that, I remembered my best friend, a very good human. He could help Gima. His name was Punarvasu.
Punarvasu was a very good friend of mine. He was with me when my bad times were coming. He was a knowledgeable psychologist. Identify in the person's mind fits him well. He was adept at creating new technology and creating it. His village was located somewhere near Gadchiroli, Maharashtra near to Chhattisgarh. His childhood was lost among the tribal brothers there. He was a stranger to the aboriginal society which had always neglected him. His body was still in the throes of poverty and hopelessness. Therefore, he was physically and mentally aggravated by the genetic heritage of tribal culture, the disregard of society and the wounds of poverty. He was also stronger than the average person. The wit given to him by his mother's foresight is extraordinary. Because at the age of ten, he suffered the atrocities of the Naxalites, Forced training. As a child, when a child was caught in such a situation, he had learned how to use his intellect to prepare his way. After years of hard work, he relieved himself, but he was taken to Nashik to build a future and learn new things. This young boy, who was physically strong, had to be intellectually perfect and he was sent by his mother to lead the Community in the stream of society. By the time he was able to justify his mother's objections, he had become clever and wise. There is still much to learn, so he was doing his work in Nashik, wherever he could get his chance. There was something that wouldn't let him go from here. Such a friend of mine, I was late to call only wherever it was and would help, no matter what. By the way, he was Autistic and single-minded. But he spoke with me freely. Even now, I was sure that he would help me and Gima. He and his attitude for a long time fighting with problems were extraordinary. He has the answers to every question and solution to problems, If he didn't have the answers to any question, he would look for it. No one else would have met me so well and skillfully to find the mysterious Protector.
She must have been a little alone about what I told Gima because she was once again looking at the void and was engrossed in the thoughts of her Protector. Regarding Punarvasu, I was telling Gima so repeatedly that my attention did not go away, but nitya was behind me. She was listening to everything. She already knew about the mysterious Protector. But the character of the Punarvasu she found attractive. After I had spoken, she jokingly said to me, “Then face them to each other; let's face it now, genius punarvasu against the mysterious protector" Then all of us laughed loudly at the joke Then we remembered that we were all in the hospital. We calmed down, warning each other.
He was always tired of having to solve a problem. He used to go to the root of the problem. So deep that no one could think, he had the option. At one time he had many strategies. So if the failure comes or So what to do if you fail., The questions like that which confused me did not have come with him. After Twenty-two years of his life, despite living in a negative state, he followed his mother's preaching that he was now a young one of positive thought with tremendous energy. Whenever I felt such help, he would always say to me, "Tell me everything right from the beginning." But this time I di
dn't give him a chance to say anything like that. I was free to say everything straight away. But like every time he was not going deep into my thoughts by asking questions, after I had told him all. I asked him, "Is everything okay ? So I inquired. In reply, he told me, "My work is finished". He felt he needed to go home now after finishing his education. I thought he was going to reject me for this job, but worse than that he thought he was going to get away from me right now. My friend would go on a long trip, I never knew he would come back. Because he was going to spend the rest of his life in an unknown place, as he had said. When I was thinking about this, he immediately said, "But there's still one more important thing to do". I cheered and asked, " What ? What ? ". he told me with a smile," I want to fulfill my friend's promise, I want to help Gima's best friend, I want to find a secret blood donor, Mysterious protector, or a secret protector and most importantly, spend a lot of time before returning with my friend. " I was sad to see him go, but I was glad that he would still be there.
He stayed up all night and made plans. When I reached his room in the morning, I noticed that he would be awake all night. All was visible as soon as the door to the room opened. There were pieces of paper, collected paper and some notes around him. Everything was messy. Heaps of books were lying aside, with most of the information left behind. I had seen him doing this before, but this would be the first time he would stay overnight. It was from this environment that I quickly realized that most of this would be his ultimate goal in doing this very closely. We had hot tea in the morning and collected everything, notes scattered around it. His notes were strange. At this time I could not understand those notes, even after much effort. But I knew his strange nature. Almost all the pages came out with about 500 pages of information and 5 pages of planning. I knew that information would help us later. Because it was my experience with him. He asked me to bring a laptop from a friend. Then we headed straight to the hospital.