It was a dark night of autumn. The old banker was circling eagerly from one corner of his study to another. In his mind, the memory of that party was revolving which he had given fifteen years ago. More than one claver people came to that party and there was a lot of interesting interest. Apart from the topics, there was also a discussion on capital Punishment. The guest also included some scholars and journalists. Most of the people present in the party dissuaded capital Punishments because many people felt that capital Punishments had become a highly outdated way of punishing those who are unfit and immoral in a Christian state. Some people even believed that capital Punishments should be replaced with life improvement in the whole world.

 "I do not agree with you", said the host. "According to me, neither the capital commission nor the life imprisonment, but if someone judges ... and by my own experience I have an opinion that capital Punishment is a more moral and humane method than life improvement. Because in execution, a person dies instantly but the life improvement forces him to die by choking. So who is the more humane executioner? The one who kills you in one stroke or the one who tortures you and kills you for years too?

 "Both ways are the same as immoral. A guest said" Because both have a purpose, to kill a human being. The state is not a God who can kill people. How can he take what he cannot give The

 The group also had a 25-year-old young lawyer, when he asked for his opinion, he said "

 "Capital Punishment and Life Improvement are both immoral, but if I have to choose to kiss one, I will certainly choose one for sure. Being alive is a million times better than dying.

 There was a lively discussion on this topic. The banker, who was then young and more nervous, suddenly lost his temper. Furiously he punched the table and turned to the young lawyer and shouted at him: It is a lie, I bet you 2 million that you will not last even 5 years in jail ”.

 "If the matter is so serious then it is okay, I also bet that I can spend 15 years in jail, not 5.

 "15 years! OK Done banker said loudly" Gentlemen I bet 2 million "

"I am Agri, you are betting 2 million and I am in my freedom :," said Loire.

The spoiled and ill-tempered banker who had several million dollars at the time sat happily and jokingly told the Loire at supper time "Before it is late, come to my senses, young man, two million dollars for me." Neither is there but 3-4 best years of your life will be wasted. Yes, I am only speaking for 3-4 years because more than that you will not be able to stand. And don't forget this, the unhappy man's voluntary is much heavier than the enforced imprisonment. You can free yourself from jail anytime, this idea will ruin your whole life. I pity you

And today again the same old memories were refreshed. Walking from one corner of his studyroom to the other, that banker remembered all the things and asked himself "

 "Why did I put those bets? What did I get from that? That poor lawyer lost 15 years of his life and I made $ 2 million. Would that prove that capital punishments are better than life improvement or bad? No, ever Neither, this is all a nonsense. For a rich man like me, it was just time pass and the lure of money to that Loire!

 Once again he got lost in the past. He remembered what happened after the party that evening. It was decided that he would remain in strict observation in the garden wing of the Loire banker's house. He will not be allowed to meet anyone during the jail time period, nor will he be able to talk to anyone. News papers and letters will also not be given to him. He will get permission to hold a musical instrument, read books, write letters, drink wine and smoke. And according to the agreement, he has to talk only in silent communication. And a small window was made in his cell so that he could see the outside world. And whatever he needs he needs such as books, music and wine, etc., he could send it through that window by sending notes. And according to the agreement, every minute details of it will be kept so that it can be closely monitored and the lawyer was to be under house arrest from November 14, 1870, from 12 o'clock to November 14, 1885, at 12 o'clock. And this bet also had the condition that if he came out just two minutes before imprisonment in this time period, the banker would not give him 2 million.

 The short notes of that Loire showed that he had a lot of boredom and loneliness in the first year of his improvement. His wing used to make sounds of piano day and night. He did not even take wine and tobacco. He wrote, "Wine arouses desires and desires are the worst enemy of a prince." And the biggest thing is that sitting alone and drinking fine wine seems very boring and the smell of Tobacco spreads throughout the room. In the first year, Halki-Phoolki Books were provided to read Loire such as Love Stories, Crime and Fantasies, Comedy Type Stories.

.Second year the piano sound was reduced and Loire only asked for classic books to read. Then in the fifth year the music was restored and Prisoner Wine was also in demand.

Those who were watching him told that during this time he simply ate, drank and lay on the bed.

He used to take yawns and was angry with himself. He had stopped reading books. Sometimes he used to get up at night and sit down to write. He kept writing for a long time but tore everything off in the morning. And many times there used to be the cry of his cry.

 Then in the second half of the sixth year, the prisoner started studying with a lot of heart. He started reading languages, philosophy and history. He drowned so badly in reading all these subjects that the banker had less books to give to him. And on his request, he was given Six Hundred Volumes Provided within four years time. While his money was still going on, the banker got a letter from the prisoner saying, "My dear gaoler, I am writing these lines in six languys (languages), you can show them to the experts and if they If there is not a single mismatch in it, then please place an order to fire a gun in the Please Garden so that I know that my hard work has not gone into the water. Genius different languages ​​speak for every age and every country, but the same bean flame burns inside everyone. Oh, I wish you had known this heavenly happiness that I feel now ”.

 Later, to fulfill the wishes of theAnd then ten years passed. Now Loire used to sit at his table and read the New Testament. The banker found this strange because the man who had finished six hundred volumes in four years was spending so much time reading a thin and easy book. After reading the New Testament, books of History of Religion and Theology had come.

 During the last two years of his confinement, the prisioner read a lot of books and also one after the other. And now he was studying natural science, then Byron or Shakespeare. Then he sent notes and asked for books of chemistry and medicine and treatise on a novel and philosophy or theology. He was busy studying books as if he was eating dives in a sea and resorting to one book after another to save his life.

 The banker was remembering all this while living, he thought in his heart: At exactly twelve o'clock tomorrow he will get his freedom. And according to the agreement I have to give him 2 million. If I give money then I will have nothing left, I will be wasted… forever… Fifteen years ago, the other thing was. Then he had a lot of money but today he is afraid to ask himself whether he has more money or debt. He had reached this condition today by taking risks in the Stoke Exchange, putting money in gambling and due to his extravagance. His hobbies did not diminish even in old age, hence his business gradually got tapped. He once used to be fearless, self-confident and proud man, but today he was left as just an ordinary banker who used to be shaken by every rise and rise of the market.

 "This wretched bet old banker muttered to himself. Unhappily he caught his head.

"Why this man has not died? He is just forty years old. Now even my leftover money will go out, get married, enjoy life, spend money in the stock exchange, live life for fun. And I? I am a I will keep watching and teasing like a bagger and this person will tell me the same thing everyday:

"I have got every happiness of life because of you, so now it's my turn to help you"

No! That can not be. Enough now! Now there is only one way left to avoid bankruptcy and dishonor - and that this man has to die. Then came the sound of clocks, three o'clock. Everyone was fast asleep in the house. There was silence all around. Outside the window, there was a sound of trees rustling. With great silence, he removed the key to the door which had been closed for fifteen years with his safe. He put the key in his overcoat pocket and exited the house. It was raining outside and the entire garden was submerged in darkness. Trees were shaking in the cool breeze like snow in the evening. In that dark dark night, the banker could neither see the ground, nor the white statues, nor the garden wing or tree. He rushed to the garden wing with great difficulty and called the watchman twice. But he did not get any response. The watchman may also have slept in a kitchen or greenhouse due to bad weather.

 "If I have the courage to complete my meditation, the first doubt will go to the watchman," thought the old man.

Grabbing the steps in the dark, he reached his door and gropeed and entered the gardening hall. Then he entered a narrow passage, took out matchboxes and lit a matchbox. It was deserted all around. A bed was lying there without any bed-cloth. An iron stove was placed in a dark corner. The door that opens into the prisoner's room was sealed. The matchbox of the old man's hand was now extinguished, he looked inside by a small window, shaking with tension. A candle fed sea light was spread in the prisoner's room. While he himself was sitting at a table. Just his back, his hair and hands were visible. There was just a carpet, a table and two chairs in the room and some open books were scattered around. The banker stared at him for five minutes, but the prince did not move from his position even once. The confinement of Fifteen Years taught him to sit in a quiet place.

 The banker taped the window with the finger, but the prince did not respond yet. Now the banker broke the seal of the big carefree door and rotated the key in the lock. A heavy sound came from the rusted lock and the door opened with a knock. The banker was expecting that Loire would react with surprise when the door opened, screaming happily or looking back. But nothing like this happened, three minutes passed. There was still as much silence in the room as it was before the door opened. There was a man sitting in front of the table but there was just a skeleton with a skin that was completely different from an ordinal human, his hair long and curly like a woman, his haired beard spread. The color of his face turned yellow, the cheeks were sunken inwards, the back was very thin and long. In both hands, he was holding his hairy head and his hands were so skinny and bone like that he was scared even after seeing it. Overall, if someone saw his wrinkled face, he could not believe that he is just forty years old. He was sitting with his head bowed on the table. A sheet of paper was placed in front of him, on which something was written in small hand writing. prisoner, the banker placed orders to fire two gun shots in the garden.

The Poor devil banker said in his heart, "Poor maybe having million dollar dreams" I just have to push it a little bit and throw it in the bed. And then I will strangle it with a pillow in a pinch. People will have little doubt that it is unnatural death. No matter how careless it is, no one will get any evidence. But first, read what it has written in this paper?

 The banker lifted that sheet from the table and started reading: "Last night at exactly the same time I will get freedom. I will be able to live a free life like a common man. But before leaving this room and seeing the morning sun, I will give you something I would like to say that I declare in all my senses and swearing on God that I have a desire for all this freedom, life, health and all the happiness of the world which are mentioned in the books. I have read the books diligently for fifteen years and have lived every happiness in the world. Through these books I have experienced everything. I drank the best wine, sang songs, hunted wild boars and reindeer, And I have loved the bones of heaven. Haseen Aurat used to come in my dreams everyday and take me to the world of crazy women. I have climbed high mountains through these books of yours, Climbing on Mont Blanc and Elbruz, I have seen the sun rising from there and dusk falling. I have seen those mountains and oceans turning purple in purple. I have seen my head in the sky. You have seen the lightning between Badalo and have seen green lakes, rivers, lakes and cities. I have heard jalaparis singing and heard the sweet melody of Murali. I have touched the wings of the beautiful devil, who came to tell me about God. Through these books, I have reached the depths of the world, I have seen the magic, I have burnt the cities, I have burnt the new - New religions (religion) have been created and the whole world is in its fist.

"Your books have given me a Wisdom. Everything that man has known since ages is imprisoned in my little skull. And I also know that now I am more intelligent than you.

 "And now I reject these books of yours, every pleasure of the world and every desire. Everything is meaningless, deception of the eyes. This world is just a mirage and nothing is there.

Of course you will be proud of yourself, of course you will be intelligent and beautiful but do not forget that death will one day destroy you. You will not be saved even and your past and tomorrow will be erased. All your wisdom and wisdom will one day be found in the soil.