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Neiladri Sinha Jr. :-

To begin with, the name is Neiladri Sinha Jr.; everyone calls me Neil.
I am 6'4, bronze skin, jet black hair and black eyes; like any other regular Indian of Bengal ethnicity. Hailing from an aristocratic clan from Bengal, I was born with a silver spoon in my mouth. To know my story, one has to understand me by knowing my past.
As a child, I traveled across the length and breadth of India since both my parents are high-ranking Government officials. As a result, I have been to places in the state of Rajasthan, where there's no primary education. Hence, I had to skip four academic years and join 6th standard right after qualifying 2nd standard. Luckily, I was a bookworm back then and found no difficulty to cope up with the higher level of education I was exposed to out of blue.
Lucky for my younger brother Neilesh, my parents were transferred to the Northeastern hill station Shillong six months later and he took the usual academic course of starting his Primary education by joining 1st standard after completing Kindergarten. I was urged by my parents to join 3rd standard; but perceiving it as a demotion, I refused to go down the 'Primary Lane'. Luckily, my Thammi (Bengali word for paternal grand mother) supported me and convinced my parents to let me do what I want to. This gave me the first taste of self-importance and confidence, and a belief that I can do whatever I want to and nobody can stop me. Don't get me wrong, I am not a spoilt brat and rather this attitude helped me in achieving my ambitions.

Childhood was quite boring, and I was a rebel. Being high-ranking Government Officials, my parents have a class and most of their interactions and transactions are with the crème de la crème of the society. My lack of interest in politics and mingling with the general masses by giving a thumbs down to the social prejudices made me the black sheep of the family while my 'obedient' kid brother was the apple of my parent's eye.
I never had any close friends because we never stayed anywhere for too long. As far as my brother is concerned, I never saw a friend in him; to me, Neilesh was my arch-rival. Unlike myself, an achiever, who made his own way, Neilesh was always an average bloke. Average in studies, average in cricket, average in gym, he was always average in the fields I excelled in. Yet he got the lion's share of our parents' love, just because he was obedient and I was a rebel. No, he never did anything mean to me, but his arrogance, insecurity and envy got better of me. I felt that he stole my parents from me and they let him. I longed for the attention of my parents.

With such given scenario, I was left with only one person whom I could resort to- my Thammi. She was my only friend. A devout Hindu, she taught me the ethics and spiritual topics. Being a retired journalist and mother of a single child (my father), she lived with us and traveled wherever my parents were posted to. Thammi never let me feel alone and literally it was she who raised me. She was both my Ma (Bengali word for mother) and Baba (Bengali word for father). So at the age of 11, it came to me as a blow when she suddenly passed away due to illness. I still remember her as the living incarnation of the Mother Goddess whom she worshiped all her life. A fair face with criss-cross of wrinkles, brimming with kindness and a set of eyes reflecting the serene composure; with silvery mane always tied in a low bun, clad in white saree and a stoop caused by old age- this is how Thammi is survived by me.

With my world snatched away from me, I did something horrible after which I couldn't stay with my family.
So at the age of 13 I cleared the 10 2 level with good marks, ranked high in the PMT and left home to pursue an MBBS Degree from one of the reputed medical colleges in Mumbai. A little influence of my parents and most of my merit ensured my admission. No, I did not feel any hesitation because my parents anyways realised our differences sooner and they helped me get what I wanted to make up. And by the grace of The Mother Goddess, a little distance did work wonders in improving our relationship. The relationship with my kid brother improved for better.

The first phase of my new found life began in college. For the first time I actually made friends with whom I could hang out with, although they were all four years my senior.
But apart from friends, I made some enemies too, who wanted to bully me for being a 14 year old. My friends did protect me, but I knew they can't be with me 24×7. So family name did rescue me, and taking my Baba's advice, I moved from the hostel to an apartment in a secured society.
To be self sufficient to protect myself, or should I say 'stare back into the eyes of the bullies', I began working out and taking martial arts classes along with cricket coaching. I play other games like football (soccer), hockey and tennis as well. But at the end of the day, cricket is my comfort food.
With each passing year, I grew enough musculature to be tagged as a wrestler. I ate healthy and drinking and smoking was a big no for me. I am 85 Kilos with 30 inch waist.
I was happy. I had friends, I started loving my family, overall I was doing good.

At 16, I discovered that freshers found my physique and clean-shaved aristocratic face attractive. Some of them dropped hints by teasing me; but maybe I was a fool to not to understand their implications. The reality dawned upon me when one day a fresher pulled me into women's washroom.
After that day, blowjobs and handjobs became a routine. I was enjoying the female attention I was getting; but somewhere I knew that all this was so wrong. I felt like being used. After all, I was 16 and those horny bitches were 18 and wanted to look cool by hanging out with a popular 'senior'.
So I promised myself that I would refrain from any sexual activity until I find the love of my life. Mind that, this 'any sexual activity' included jerking my 8.5 inch dick and watching porn as well.
So it struck college sluts like a thunder when they learnt of my decision to turn chaste overnight. Rumours spread that I am gay and all that bullshit and died down when a senior eloped with Her engineer boyfriend. To be honest, rumours never bother me and I don't give a damn to what others think of me. Because Neiladri Sinha makes his own way and strides on it.

The same year I discovered a hidden talent that was lurking beneath my athletic outer sheath- acting and directing. In plays I portrayed villains you would love to hate and directed plays that caught the attention of Youtubers, who wanted something new to replace the typical melodramatic soaps with larger than life female leads and Devilish vamps. Most of my plays were based on crime novels, horror stories, detective adventures and sci-fi from Bengali novels of 19th and 20th century.
So at the request of Youtubers and insistence if my friends and brother, I decided to make a show. But it was easier said than done.
I approached ateşli gaziantep escort a number of producers with the concept, but most of them rejected me, saying *quot;Only house wives watch TV. They want melodrama, not suspense.*quot;
After three months of rejection, I said *quot;to hell with such producers*quot; and decided to produce my own show. Luckily, one of the top tele channels *quot;I TV*quot; liked my concept and decided to sign me for a weekly suspense show, titled 'Suspense Nights'.

With the help of my parents, I arranged for the capital needed for the first story 'Night of death'. The story revolves around a young landlord of pre independence India, summoning his freedom fighter-lawyer friend from Calcutta to investigate the truth behind a vampire haunting his native village.
We had already roped in 18 year old Siddhant Baruah as the young landlord and 20 year old Sugandha Sharma as the landlord's mysterious wife. Now we needed the young lawyer, who would be our lead. But we were unable to zero any teenage actor for the role. So our team decided to hold an audition; an audition that would change my life and take me to a roller coaster ride!

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Oh Mother Goddess! The audition was such a headache! It was uneventful and those imbeciles were literally laughing stock in the name of a thirty-something yesteryear lawyer. Our casting director Smita could sense from the throbbing of my temple that an impotent rage was boiling within me, ready to erupt. But being my friend and batch mate, she knew it very well that it was a symptom of the severe headache I was suffering from.

*quot;You should go home and take rest.*quot; She said.

I raised my head and glared back at her with my blood-shot eyes. If glares could kill, Smita would have been reduced to ashes in no time. But swallowing my anger, I replied in a tired tone *quot;I don't know what will happen. We cannot shoot until the lead is finalised. A lot of money has been invested.*quot;

Smita smiled sadly and said *quot;I know. But how will you shoot if you fall sick?*quot;

*quot;Fall sick? Neiladri Sinha never falls sick. We will shoot on the scheduled date. We will audition some more actors tomorrow. If that fails, we will approach a professional actor, no matter how much money he demands.*quot;

Smita chuckled and was about to say something, when a spot boy came and said *quot;Sir, there's a boy who has come for auditions.*quot;

I glanced at my wrist watch; it was 8:30 pm.

*quot;Didn't you tell him that auditions are over for today?*quot; Smita asked.

The spot boy said *quot;I told him madam. But the boy is adamant. He won't move.

Suddenly Smita's eyes lit up. *quot;Let him in.*quot;

The spot boy nodded and went out to bring that imbecile. I glared at Smita again; her smile faded.

*quot;What?*quot;

*quot;How do we consider someone who isn't punctual?*quot; I asked.

*quot;And what if he is our lead?*quot;

I looked up and said *quot;Somebody kill me!*quot;

*quot;Uh.....hello, sir.*quot; said a boyish voice.

Smita and I turned to see a skinny 15 year old boy standing before us.
He wore tightest pair of blue jeans, a black tee with its half sleeves folded upwards and black