Listen of friends, a tale very serious – No fun stuff, nor at all hideous. Once, there lived a guy at Ballavpore, A King by title, not a pice in his store. The surname was Roy, Bhupati his name, Lived in a palace of a dilapidated frame. His income was meagre, expenses huge, Trapped in debt-the rounds went the news of his life being made hell by all the creditors – The panwala, The decorator and the grocers. “The palace will be sold, and the money I shall use”, He said,
‘to repay each of you, believed, it’s no ruse’. Bhupati, his servant Manohar and Sanjib, his friend, Together, three of them, hit upon a plan. Sanjib, posing as the estate manager Got a client a t last, one Mister Halder. Halder and his family were up for the grab, What interested them was the low price tag. Appeared Raghupati, a quarter centenarian ghost, Halder’s daughter started ad miring Him most : ‘O dear King , accept my love earnest, The nine but you can feel the best ’. Cam another customer, merchant. Chaudhury, Of whom Mr. Halder instantly became wary. A clash was imminent, the plot thickened – Please watch, and wait till the END.