Fiction Love Short Story Top

Beyond Love, Lust and Lies…

She was standing in front of the mirror. And in the background her bed, with the rumpled sheets and the man in them, was quite visible. It brought back all the memories of the night that just passed by. She enjoyed looking at herself nowadays. The curves and secrets of her body, which were still only known fully to her. How did she become like this, she thought? Just five years back, she used to

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Feminism Fiction Short Story Top

Her Man!

She was sitting on her bed facing the window. From the window, she could see the beautiful park near their flat, where she used to go for walks daily.She could see a couple sitting on the bench holding hands and talking. She smiled to herself and thought of her younger days… those furtive glances, secret meetings… Beautiful, she may not have been, but she knew that she was definitely attractive in her youth. Suitors were

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Life Love Top

Dear brother Cupid

I hope this letter finds you in the pink of health, afterall, pink is the colour of love. Blush! Blush! I believe you belong to the age when the Trojan War was fought over a woman (wink wink), but I prefer calling you brother, because you are the only guy (apart from Shahid Afridi) who doesn’t seem to grow in age and skills. What the FAQ – Do you have a lifetime contract with my dear

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Entertainment Featured Love Top

Seat Number 27 – Chapter 1

Red lights. Traffic. Cars honking. Dust. And finally after I finished my third cigarette I reached the Chhatrapati Shivaji Terminus. The struggle from Mahim to CST wasn’t half struggling as compared to the struggle I struggled to reach my platform. Phew!!! Just on time for my train – Duronto Express B2/ Seat no. 28, ideally should have been an easy find. But not when a pack of family, friends, relatives, neighbours, etc. come to bid

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Short Story

The Adultress

  She stared at his worried eyes. No, she stared through them…into oblivion. What was she doing here? Why was she with him? Tears streamed down her eyes, an ocean of emotions over which she had no control. ‘I am sorry dear, really… I don’t know what to say? Why are you crying?’ His voice just washed over the surface of her skin, in the background. It wasn’t that she regretted having sex with this

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Life Literature Love

Thoughts on Love on a Grey Calcutta Morning

“When love beckons to you follow him, Though his ways are hard and steep. And when his wings enfold you yield to him, Though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you. And when he speaks to you believe in him, Though his voice may shatter your dreams as the north wind lays waste the garden. For even as love crowns you so shall he crucify you. Even as he is for your growth

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Short Story

An Abstract Distraction

  ‘Paid sex’, woh standard hai, jo dosto ko pata chale to kamaal hai, par gharwaalo ko pata chale to bavaal hai. Kuch logo ke liye aspiration hai, kuch ke liye redemption hai, aur kuch ke liye education hai. Kuch mere jaise hai jinke liye yeh over-expensive fornication hai. Maine kabhi try nahin kiya tha. Par kuch dino pehle jab akela apne hotel ke room mein baitha tha, tab realise hua, it’s worth a shot. Making love to a complete stranger seemed adventurous,

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Culture Friendship Generation Y Love

It Started With A Friend Request….

An emotionally unstable person that I am, all it took to boost my mood was a friend request in FB. Yes, a boon that FB is to us!! A casual talk about searching for my boy friend lead to some references. Now how funny it could be that boyfriends could also be chosen by referrals. T’s spouse’s colleague. Yes, You read it right. And all started with Facebook request. Exchanging numbers, talking for hours, coffee

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Entertainment Generation Y India Love Love In The Times Of Recession

Love In The Times Of Recession: Chapter 1: Bull Whip Effect

The boys in the class had enough reasons to feel bored and sleepy; they did not need a lesson on the bull whip theory to add to their misery. Some killed their boredom through their i-pods; some did it through playing the oldest fashioned game of book cricket. While Ayushman kept Ashima’s falling hair at bay and tried understanding the concept itself. Ashima rubbed her eyes every few minutes; she tried concentrating hard on what

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