A few hours before the marriage ceremony, Madhav mustered some courage and proposed to her as his love was pure. She was surprised but did not utter a word.
We don’t want to bring unwanted attention to the women of Kaithal. Peshwa should not come to know that this is a work of a woman or girl.
She sat in the Starbucks cafe, sipping her coffee and staring out of the window. The blood stained knife lay next to her handbag, covered with her blue silk scarf.
I understand now that happiness found is not in a person or their presence. Happiness is in loving and being loved. Love, which is inside you, defines you and surpasses you.