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Love Concealed

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Sanjida Yesmin Monisha ID no: 21216029 For the first time in her life, Ana wept out in the middle of the night. Oh, how heartbroken she...

Dreams Come True              

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Tahmina Akter                   ID no: 21216078 Suddenly Lora woke up from sleep. She remained on the bed for a moment. Then she went to the washroom and...

Bairatnagar

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Sadia Afroz ID no: 21216082 In Hazaribagh, the not –so- favored suburb of Dhaka stood the proud house of Taiyeb Rahman, the Tajmahal. Built with years...

 Memoranda

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                        Julkifal Rahman ID no: 21216097 After walking for about half an hour, Tanim found a crowded bus. Seeing the delay and thinking there was no way,...

Deceit

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Rufaida Rahman ID no: 21216081 It is the month of December. A frigid Friday morning. The mist is floating like smoke and everything seems obscure outside....

The Time is Now

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Tasmiah Aktar Lecturer, Department of English “Much rather would she have been one of those people like Richard who did things for themselves, whereas, she thought,...

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