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?
They were trained not from birth but from the womb. There was no technology or combat they were novice. Arjun lead them, king of all arts. Neena the swiftest and best in combat team, longed him. There were situations that required informal punishments, swift justice. Arjun winced at his bane to be used as a boon, his claws shined in the moonlight. But this was confusing, a suspected social offender has been attacked by a wolf last night and it was not him. He was on vigil, the footsteps that were familiar yet not his ended abruptly outside this window.
He waited, they were always swift. When he saw that slim agile thing that jumped out of the patio window he picked pace. Quickly captured, a look at the claws glistening in moonlight, he froze. “If not in a pack shall we hunt as a duo? “ Neena asked playfully!
Ritvik was in the majority. Son of a middle class banker but extremely quick witted. Seema the foolish rich lass was an easy target to entangle in his venomous trap called love. Finishing her wasn’t either difficult thanks to her bipolar disorder. Overdosing her and later cutting her 3 nerves under Palm was a convenient suicide.Bequethed with a grieving rich widower badge turning into an eligible bachelor was easy.
As planned Sera joined as his secretary marrying him after a careful year. All went well till Rita was born. Doctors were surprised that she had the same cut marks.If this was to be coincidence, Ritvik started complaining her eyes following him constantly and hearing her sinister laugh all time.
He was diagnosed with depression soon.
karma works for free mister…..
She had packed all her savings, not a penny less. Tonight was it. She could teach singing to earn and he excelled in plumbing and electrical. They were determined to take this step. They had enough domination and free advice for a lifetime. Tolerating ill-treatment at one’s own home was not easy. An incidental meeting at the local grocery store lead to stolen moments regularly.
Here she is at the local railway station minutes crawling very slowly. She was confident he could not disappoint her but the instinctive fear did surface. At the exact moment the train entered he touched her shoulder and flashed his mesmerizing smile sans teeth.
The entire compartment looked in awe at the silver-haired, wrinkled Sam and Rose chatter nonstop all night like two happy birds.
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.
Before she knew it, she was crouched on the dusty attic, waiting for the stairs to creak. She knew they came in a group and were armed generously. The worst of the lot was the multi needled drill, a punch and you will feel like burning in hell. A few of her friends were attacked last week and still had not recovered the strike. Doorbell rang and beads of sweat broke in her forehead. She controlled the impulse to cry or scream, the end was near. She heard muffled noises downstairs and prayers were her only recourse. “Sheela the community vaccination nurse is here, come down quick” her mother yelled.