Comic Story
Panel 1
Chanchal adjusted his tie, the London drizzle a stark contrast to the Dhaka heat he remembered. He longed to provide a better life for his family here in the UK.
Panel 2
"The business needs this capital, Babli. Selling the house is the only way," Chanchal sighed. His ancestral home in Bangladesh was more a burden than a blessing now.
Panel 3
In Dhaka, Ujjal scoffed, pacing in front of his mother. "A son-less man! His property should stay in the family, not go to some outsider!"
Panel 4
"Those girls will marry someday! Their husbands will inherit what is rightfully ours!" his mother added, fueling his anger.
Panel 5
Ujjal took action. He erected a wall, narrowing the road leading to Chanchal's house, hindering potential buyers. The street was immediately less welcoming.
Panel 6
Word spread. Ujjal whispered rumors, poisoning the community against Chanchal and his 'foreign' family. "They've abandoned their roots!" he told anyone who would listen.
Panel 7
Prospective buyers were intimidated. Ujjal's threats were thinly veiled. "This property is cursed! You don't want any trouble!"
Panel 8
Chanchal felt helpless, caught between financial necessity and familial duty. Should he fight his brother and risk severing ties forever?
Panel 9
But desperation pushed him forward. He found a buyer willing to overlook Ujjal's interference, understanding Chanchal's plight. A deal was struck.
Panel 10
The sale finalized, but the rift was irreparable. Ujjal and his mother disowned Chanchal, their bitterness a heavy price to pay.
Panel 11
Years passed. In London, Chanchal's business thrived. His daughters grew, and their laughter filled their home, a warmth untouched by the chill of past betrayals.
Panel 12
He lost a house, but he gained something far more valuable: the freedom to build a future defined by love, not the weight of a prejudiced past. He never looked back.