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?!
I lacked the tact my mother was bequeathed with. Looks were an asset in this business but tact decided if you got the cream. She could make a band of men follow her just by looking at them coyly and pouting her lips seductively. She oozed sensuality. I trained myself to imitate her; for this was our livelihood . But nervousness crept in as this was my first time .The tall, muscular guy in the bar looks tempting though. “Can you get me a drink” I sing, in the usual sultry seductive tone. He looks up and smiles. Clean shave, branded clothes, expensive boots and tight jugular veins. It would be a treat to savor till the last drop of his blood. Then before sunlight I can happily get into the hidden coffin and sleep all tomorrow.