Hook or Crook Rohit was sweating profusely in spite of the air-conditioned interiors. He rested his head on his palms and tried to calm his thumping…
Bullet Holes As the setting sun paints the world a deep red, I thank my luck, for you’re the best that I had. Those golden curls frame your face so…
Temptations You tempt with a smile; that hook of your finger beckoning me, telling me that pleasure awaits. And pain — oh, that ache, the sting that I…
Those things left Unsaid Everyone talks of the fights, the tears, scathing words meant to hurt, leave scars that would never heal.
Prisoner of Fate It was a sultry June evening when I saw my mother walk down the grim, dusty corridor leading to my cell, escorted by a uniformed guard. She…
The Butterfly With Rabies “Sweetheart, it’s time for dinner. Come, have some food.”, her mother said with a tap on her door.
