Devan was shattered, seventy years was hardly an age to manage divorce. Kanchi will know of his long buried lies and she was a stubborn lady. Preoperative tests for his pancreatic surgery were on and the doctor immediately knew what he had concealed through fifty long years of marriage. She was arriving and he was awaiting the disaster. Kanchi entered the room and approached Devan with her wobbly walk and a fixated stare. His eyes were pleading guilty until Kanchi laughed aloud and said your smile was always natural, just not the teeth my darling!
Tara knew Jignesh loved her. She had felt his eyes follow her when she went to shelter the calves from rain and there was only warmth, she never once felt uncomfortable. The same sweetness became the cause for her reluctance to let him in for seldom did someone appreciate a beautiful soul alone. Destiny Won! At that precise moment when Jignesh held her lovingly and never once flinched at her acid scars gazing dreamily into her deep eyes did the sky pour in and Tara’s tears camouflaged with the raging rain! Rain Rain never go away for Tara and Jignesh?!
Plundering knew no bounds under pretext of war. Every piece of gold was torn from the beautiful bodies of the lovely lasses. Tisha was tired and could not even resist when that anti-social element raped her before cutting off her jugular vein and plundering the neckpiece! But that Kid hidden in the attic did! The Atlantic War had manufactured use and throw humans! Exactly thirty years later that man stood on the bridge kissing the neckpiece before breaking into sobs, for now he had gifted the plunderer a blissful sleep deep within the river. Crime breeds Revenge; Compassion breeds compassion!
She was not worried initially, but his constant late coming from college coupled with sleazy gossips ignited many scary imaginations. She could no longer use self-assurance as the sole pacifier and stood outside that bungalow, determined to prove people wrong. Her motherly heart broke into a million pieces when she saw her son entering that brothel, being received with smiles. Shivering with revulsion, she unveiled the curtain to look at the horror herself! She sobbed shedding tears of joy as her son sat there tutoring English to the kids of the house. Ideologies are meant to be challenged after all!!!
I always had complaints about the size of our three bedroom apartment. Umpteen attempts by my husband to reassure me of the sprawling space went in vain. There is a moment of truth, for everyone. My maid had organised a small party for her daughter’s birthday and my presence would make her proud she said. I reached and knocked. The door creaked open and a room barely able to accommodate my study was filled with a bunch of brightly lit faces, a dog and six small rabbits. I broke into pieces, the room suddenly looked acres long.
Anaida’s father trusted Raghav, his best employee and his would be son-in-law beyond boundaries. Poor old fashioned gentleman, little did he know politeness is deception in pretty packaging. The best part was even Anaida fell for his knight in shining armour feats. Raghav winced !he had tried to convince her to come to the hill top for a romantic date for without this his plan would be ruined. She had either sensed something or was very lucky. This time he had hired professionals,for every fairy tale needed a good old fashioned villian. She arrived unaware of what was waiting. They were there hand in hand at the edge on the peak looking down 2000 ft and suddenly the two well built men surfaced and followed his orders. Her screams were unanswered, She pleaded he laughed and finally one push and she fell shrinking to a dot. He chuckled “silly girl afraid of bungee jumping. See now she will get addicted to the sport”. The professional trainers nodded in accent.
Not in his wildest dreams Tejas could have done this. With the big fat Indian wedding round the corner, this was his first time.
A chill ran down his spine at the sight of the shapely well toned blond and her box of equipment. Pleasure was forever hidden in pain, he winced.
“Let’s get started” tone husky, voice raspy , perfect heat. He winced with her every stroke and slouched exhausted by the time the ordeal was over.
His chest ached sweetly , but the waxing of chest was needed to wear the topless indian wedding attire for men , the dothi. What did you think?
Challenge Prompt – 2: The title is the challenge prompt. Thanks Bobby for the prompt and this ones for you 🙂
Mihika’s feeling of inconvenience and emotional tension had built up gradually in the past weeks. Amar’s growing intimacy with the third new entrant, Kiara in their happy live in nest made her uncomfortable, but there was no way to express it. Amar spent every moment awake with Kiara and she was not going out anywhere to lend Mihika the few stolen moments .
Amar constantly checked upon Kiara and has cute conversations with her. Mihika had tried dressing up, cozying , pleasing his taste buds but all went vain. Nothing could gain her that extra time or lengthy romantic looks she longed.
” Two is Company; Three is Crowd indeed ” she muttered,
” Such is the bond between fathers and their darling little daughters” Amar Chuckled.
Mihika’s coy looks met Amar’s intent gaze and as their lips met, Kiara’s loud cry was heard from the nursery.
“There he runs again”, said an exasperated Kiara…..
This one is for the challange prompt by Laavanya…..
The stress increased progressively. The hours of working went up gradually from 12 to 18. Rest was passe she said. Guarding ourselves as a group in the era of apocalypse included eliminating a weak kin for the end was more gruesome in the hands of the enemies. The standards extended to such extent that the mating pairs were pre decided , survivable offspring.
“She sets standards, that the rest of us normal mortals find hard to live with”
For the queen Bee had to strengthen the hive with the rate of extinction the bees faced. Save bees, stop their extinction.