Sweven

Ashtami morning. She walked down the stairs. I stared in awe at her, my mouth almost gaping. I didn’t know how many shots I captured with my DSLR, but you can’t blame me right? She looked so stunning. I peeped from one of the rooms at the foot of the staircase and as soon as…

I want to be the Hermione Granger To the Ron Weasley you are, Who will love your innocence way more than anything. I want to be the Hannah Baker To the Clay Jensen you are, Who will know that you are a different guy. I want to be the Simran To the Raj you are,…

“You still look so beautiful!”Arman said. I adjusted my pleats and smiled at him. It was almost two years since I was wearing a low drape saree. “Stop it,”I replied giving him a friendly punch on his muscular arm. Just then, I heard wailings of a little child. I rushed to the other room and…

“Nishta, just help me out, please? Then you enjoy with Jay,” I said tightening my rope around my waist. I loved adventure and this time we were to scale a small hill, as an excursion with my friends I had come with. Of course, friends meant Nishta and Jay because all others were just “how-are-you-doing”…

Drinking coffee alone in Starbucks is one of the saddest stories in my life. I looked at Kashyap, who was enjoying his date. “Saale, stop enjoying,” I thought. It is not that that I don’t like girls or something. Girls just don’t find me enough attractive, and surely, why would they? Just then, a handbag…

She tucked her hair behind her ear. I looked at her as if she was the last sunset of my life I was witnessing. I lifted her chin up, drew her closer and we smooched with such passion that even the strings of our hearts came lose and got tied in a knot with each…

I drived as fast as I could from my office to home, all the while muttering ‘waheguru’ under my breath and checking my phone for Deekshu or Riya’s call whenever there was no traffic or I was stuck in a traffic jam. I could not even control my tears when the thought that the dreams…

His eyes were glued to the television. The match between KKR and MI had just began. For him, it was not just a match between his favourite team and Mumbai Indians but it was his chance to win the bet which Nitya had challenged her to. Given the bong guy he was and the Marathi…

Look deeper. Behind that shiny, burgundy dyed hair Is a messy bun, Waiting to be oil-massaged with caressing fingers. Behind those sexy eyes, Is an ocean of tears, Waiting to flood over the dry cheekbones. Behind those lustful lips, Is a pale beauty, Waiting to be touched with love and not lust. Behind that killer…

I peeped through the window. The room was bright and soon I saw her lying on the bed. The door of the room opened and I saw her parents come in. She greeted them with a smile. Each time she smiled now, the smile became a fresh wound in my already wounded heart. Then, I…