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Originally Posted by Sohel NR
"Bhalo korso" commented the boss with a bossy grin, "karon Morjina, amar biyepozokhti mayada Shahriar Nefeesre dhorbar tale sheikane jawa asha shuru korse, tomare bysans dhoira falaile chakrida jaito giya, bujhla? He, he, hoik."
"Ki ze kon saar, afnei to amago abba-amma" Polash blurts out as programmed. Inside, he wonders if AbirLuvverM with the girlie avatar is the one he needs to stop MS-ing.
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Polash was getting impatient. Etokhkhon to kokhono Traffic jam thakey na shokalbelay. He popped his head out of the window and saw a RAB Checkpoint on the street. One of the RAB members noticed him, who then talked to some of his colleagues at the checkpoint. The group of 5 RAB members advanced towards Polash's boss' car. They surrounded the Car and one of them barked at Polash : " Come out with your hands in the air". As Polash was stepping out of the car, he had a quick glance at the Newspaper in his boss' hands. At the Last page of the newspaper, there was an announcement with his picture :
WANTED. HIGH-PROFILE TERRORIST.