The night was horrible as it rained heavily. The writer was at odds with life yet surviving. A strange event unfolds that night and ends in tragedy.
THE MAN IN THE PINK UMBRELLA
He then gently got hold of my arm in one hand, held my umbrella in the other, closed his pink umbrella and led me towards our home.
MAN KA CHOR
In this Hindi story, the author is worried about actually what happens to keeping Rs. 200 as requested by the chain snatchers.
The Ghastly Axe Murderer
Do you think you know your friends well? Perhaps you should think again. This is the story of three friends who thought their friendship was above all others.
Looping Rill of Blood (Episode-3)
Past is that annoying good friend whom you can strangulate, bury under ground and stand on its grave looking up at your future but you cannot kill it. When you try to walk away, it’ll stick its stiff hands out to grab your feet, anchoring you into a fall.
Glowing devil of Ranchel
The house is empty. The doors and windows are locked. Some thin-armed children, flat-chested, are slipping. Got you, how can you hide from me?
Dead Weigh More
In the rear view mirror, I saw the old house behind me blew up, the gas regulator in the kitchen went off and the fires curled the rubble as it elevated high in sky with a fire ball, the falling bricks and remnants looked like devil’s tears, raining fire.
Fear
Next morning Nidhi was upset. She was absolutely uninterested in every work. I was also quiet. I didn’t want to interrogate as my soul drenched after recalling past.
The Night Before Exam
They started beating him mercilessly. Sagar, lying on the dirty road glanced at the terrified state of the girl. He closed his eyes as he writhed in pain.
The unveiled story
It took me a minute to take back from dementation. My heart was pounding as it was before. I saw her, the woman on the portrait. Her face that spoke clearly,
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