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.
Ahh those familiar eyes,I have lived with it for many days.. they were brighter than I have ever seen it before.. those were the eyes of my love.. those were the eyes of my mistress….
Editor’s Choice: He felt the sudden urge to strangle her.I’m going to kill her in a few hours anyway – he thought. He looked at his wife again, and imagined her dead. He smiled.
But before he goes to repose for a day, there was one more task at hand. The situation at earth was going out of his hands. He had to do something today. They were all his creations.
A winter that hard with biting wind blowing outside was a ‘big no-no’ for me always.The mistress of the house was seen seated near the fireplace brewing a cup of tea
I watched her descending into the pool with satisfaction. Her wet hair clung to her shoulders, and a few stray strands were draped
She looked upwards and closed her eyes, the jets of water from the shower hitting her face like the June rain. She always took a shower soon after they made love
Love Short Story: O MISTRESS mine, where are you roaming? O stay and hear! your true-love’s coming That can sing both high and low; Trip no further…