The pain stopped me from twisting my neck, so I took time turning my body around to watch my boy, my son sleepily saunter into the kitchen.
Author: Shweta Sinha
The girl with the scar
Anshu brushed her long mane, carefully covering the scars up. She walked out trying to feel confident and noticed her aunt appraising her.
The journey of a lifetime
Ghost stories have always made me uneasy.So when the topic started in the train compartment, I felt the same uneasiness.It just melted out of nowhere,
DAWN
He liked to see her smile and be happy. She kept him alive in her heart. Her parents had begun hinting at second marriage,
