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31st December, 9:45 pm


“Where are we going?”… They were all in Debojit’s car but Keshav was driving, as only he knew their destination point

“We are going to one of my relative’s house”… Keshav replied

“Shit man, your relatives live in such a shitty place. I don’t think I have ever been to this part of the city”… Debojit said with disgust

“Technically, I don’t even know what relation we have with them but once in a while they come to our house. I have been to their house twice before. I think mom help them financially sometimes. Luckily they are out of town and gave the keys to mom whom I stole from mom’s room for our plan”… Keshav explained to them

“Aakash, you brought the beer?”… Keshav asked him

“Yeah, but can you please tell us now, what actually is the plan?”

“Just a little more patience my friends, we are almost there. You both need some beer inside you before listening to my plan”

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31st December, 10:30 pm
“You know this should be considered as domestic violence”… Aakash and Kavi were at the rooftop of their building

“Seriously? You are only cutting the onions, not that I am making you eat them”

“This is the main point Dear Wife. Not allowing your husband to enter the house, then not allowing him to argue about the deal and then forcefully make him cut all the vegetables and these poisonous onions which are making me cry”

“Ohhh, and when I do this every day then its ok? Also, when Dear Husband promises not to be late but then he comes home very late. Then he is not ready to sleep alone for a week and then I guess he has to cut the onions for spoiling his wife’s mood”

“And I told you, cut them in small pieces, what I am gonna do with these giant size pieces of onions?”… Kavi inspected his work for the first time

“O Hello, I am not a master chef, take it or leave it”

“Alright, you will have to eat them, cut them the way you like it. I will eat the pizza you ordered for me. Let me enjoy my new year’s night”… Kavi once again moved back her attention to the sky where she could see the odd fireworks, once in a while

“Don’t worry Wife, my time will also come”

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31st December, 11:30 pm
“Ok, I think I am already feeling a bit high, can you please disclose the big secret”… Debojit asked Keshav after ending his second cane of beer

“I think Aakash needs another cane”… Keshav looked at Aakash

“I don’t think so, let me be in some kind of sense, so I can at least understand your plan”

“Ok my friends, then get ready for the big surprise”… Saying this Keshav got up from his chair and pushed his T-shit upwards

“What the fuck?”… Debojit and Aakash almost jumped from their chairs

“It’s really a gun or I am just a bit too high?”… Debojit inquired him

“It is a gun and a real one”… Keshav took the gun out of his jeans

“Are you fucking mad or what? You are planning to kill someone?”… Aakash was still in shock

“I am not that stupid, why would I kill someone?”

“Then what you are planning to do, rob someone?”… This time Debojit asked him

“This is why I said, you both need some beer inside you. We are not here to kill or rob someone, we are here to celebrate New Year night with aerial shots of gun”… Keshavn disclosed his plan for the first time

“You are fucking insane, what’s so thrilling about it? And what if someone sees us?”… Debojit didn’t like his plan

“This is the reason why I chose this area, no one knows us here. When the clock will struck 12:00 am, we will have few aerial gun shots and then we will go home”

“I don’t think, this is a very good idea, let alone an exciting idea”… Debojit was still not convinced

“Last month, my dad bought this and used it for aerial firing in one of my cousin’s marriage. Although he didn’t allow me to do that, but secretly I did fire some shots along with my cousin. Believe me it was so thrilling; I had goose bumps for minutes after using the gun. It was one of the most thrilling experiences of my life. Mom and Dad are at Aakas’s house, so I stole it from Dad’s cupboard for tonight’s thrilling adventure”… Keshav’s voice was full of excitement

“Aakash, what do you say? Are you ready for the most thrilling experience of your life?”… This time Keshav asked Aakash, who was listening to him quietly up till now

“I think, I will have another beer”… Aakash gave him a smiling look

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                                                    31st December, 11:54 pm
 
“If you are done with the onions, why don’t you join me here in the celebrations?”… Kavi asked him

“I just cut the most poisonous onions ever produced and now you want me to enjoy this auspicious occasion with you?”

“Haha… Right now, you are looking like a kid, who have just lost his favorite toy”

“Yeah, my favorite toy is enjoying the night, while I am still wiping my tears”

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31st December, 11:58 pm

 
“Damn it Aakash, hold it on an angle”

“I told you, don’t let him drink too much beer”… Debojit teased Keshav

“Shut up Debo. How you will become an engineer? You seem to have no clue about 45 degrees angle”

“Keshav, if you can just fucking stop blabbering for few seconds, only than I can concentrate on what I am doing”

“Ok, it’s all yours, let me see, what you can do without my help”… Keshav took a few steps backwards

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31st December, 11:59 pm

“Abhi, don’t be a bore, join me here. The countdown is about to begin”

“Kavi, if my memory serves me right, the last time I got so excited about the new year night, I was in college”… This time Abhi teased her

“Ok, sit there on your boring chair like an oldie. I am still young and energetic”

“The countdown begins, yahoo”… Kavi exclaimed with joy

“10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1…. Happy New Year”… Kavi shout out loudly

“Easy on old man’s ears Wife. I m just couple of feet’s away from you”

“Abhi, look at the fireworks. Wow, it’s so beautiful. You see this is what we missed last year”

“I Love You Abhi”… Kavi looked back at him

“I Love You too”

“No, No, not like this, say it with some passion and romance, Dear Husband”

“Like?”… Abhi gave her a naughty smile

“Like this, I Love Y………o”… Abhi felt like a whiff of air just crossed him and the next thing he saw was that Kavi falling down on ground and a gush of blood surrounding her

“KAVI”… The festive night roared with his scream
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“Oh my God, Oh my God, what? No, what have you done? Fuck no”… Debojit couldn’t believe what he saw just seconds ago

“Aakash, what… I said… on angle… Oh my God”… Keshav hold his head in both hands. They were just couple of roofs away from where those man and woman were, they even heard her saying “Happy New Year” few seconds ago and now she was lying on the floor and the man was holding her in his arms

“I didn’t mean… I was just… it was just… I pointed it… on angle… you told me… it just… jerked… I shot… and it just… jerked… jerked… I didn’t mean to…”… Words were coming out of Aakash’s mouth like he was talking in a trance. All three of them were transfixed in their positions and were looking at the scene in front of them.

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“Kavi, Kavi, Please talk to me, what happened, please talk to me Kavi. Talk to me Damn it, I will say I Love you they way you want. I won’t be late again Kavi, Please talk to me, Kavi, Kaviiii”… Aakash was slapping her face, jolting her body but there were no response from her. He was socked in all the blood came out of her chest. And the first time, realization hit him that Kavi was shot by a bullet. He raised his head and looked around him and suddenly his eyes got locked on the three boys. They were standing just two roofs away from his roof. One of them was still holding the gun in his direction. Even from that distance, he could see that they all were standing there like someone has pressed their pause button. The next thing he knew was that, he was rushing towards them
 

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“Come one Aakash, run, he is coming towards us”… Keshav was the first one to react

“Aakash, Pleas run, come”… Moving man also brought back Debojit into senses.

Both of them were pushing Aakash but he was stuck in his position and before they could do anything, Abhi jumped on their roof

“Please Sir, let me explain, it was… it was just an accident, he didn’t mean to, we didn’t mean to… shot her”… Keshav moved towards Abhi to explain him the situation

“You bastards, you killed her. You… You… Killed my Kavi”… Tears were oozing out of Abhi’s eyes

“Sir, please, I am sorry… I mean we are sorry… we were just… just mean to have… aerial shot”… Debojit also moved forward. Aakash was still stuck in his position

“Fuck your aerial shot”… Abhi hit Debojit with a full mighty punch on his nose

“Sir, Please Sir… we belong to respectable fam….”… Abhi didn’t even allow Keshav to complete his sentence and punched him right on his jaw. Seeing both of his friends going down, Aakash came back to his senses and the next thing he did was go down on his feet and grab’s Abhi’s right leg

“I am Sorry Sir… I didn’t mean to shot her… I am really… Sorry… Sir”… Aakash felt like something has stuck in his throat, he had to make an effort to speak out those words

Abhi pushed him away with the jerk of his leg, he looked back. Even from there he could see his beloved wife, his life, Kavi’s lifeless body on the ground soaked in blood. His mind was black out for few seconds, he was not able to comprehend the situation. He didn’t know what he was doing; he just picked up the gun from the floor and in less than five minutes, the festive night roared once more with another gun shot.

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                                                       1st May, 1:15 am (4 Months Later)

 
“Abhimanyu Singh, is not just my best friend, he is like a brother to me. Our relationship started way back on the cold floors of an orphanage, and then turned us into best of friends. We started our struggle together and promised each other that we will make our own lives. After years of hard work, we were able to settle in life, I became a reporter and he got a respectable job in a firm. But pain of not having a family ever left our hearts. 3 years ago, he met a wonderful girl, Kaviya Shekhar. She was full of life; they fell in love and decided to get married. I attended his marriage as “groomsman”. He was so happy, Kaviya completed his life, gave him all the happiness in the world. They were so happy together even in his limited resources, they led a happy, complete, joyful life”

“But then one night, an adventure of three young boys tarnished their lives. Abhimanyu lost his Kaviya, and in the rage of the moment, he took the life of the boy named Aakash, who accidently killed his wife. As a reporter, I can’t allow my sentiments to take over my editorial judgment. But writing a piece for this case, which involves my brother like friend is the most difficult and painful experience of my life. Who can blame Abhimanyu, for taking the life of Aakash? Who can blame Aakash’s father? Who is not ready to listen to his plea? He lost his only son, his bright son, who was a future engineer. Who can blame Keshav? He is just a young boy, who saw his father enjoying a thrilling experience of firing aerial shots with his gun on a marriage. Who can blame the court? As law has to take its due course”

“Then who is to blame for this catastrophe? A New Year night, which is supposed to give hope and happiness to people for the coming year, destroyed the lives of so many people. Is it the fault of that night? No, the fault lies in the fact, how we chose to celebrate our happiness. Birthdays, marriages, New Year’s nights, they all are just tools which bring some moments of joy in our lives. But we have decided to celebrate these occasions with guns and bullets. There was a time, when guns and bullets were considered a tool of terror, but now we have made them part of our celebrations. I don’t know how many people will read my article, but whoever reads it, whether you are a politician, lawmaker, parent, husband, wife, daughter, son, I don’t care from which part of the society you belong. Just for a minute think about, where we have lead this society?”

“Aakash Batra, was killed 3 months ago. Abhimanyu Singh, will be hanged tomorrow morning. But does this story end here? It’s time, where we should separate the tools of terror from our celebrations, otherwise, the story of Abhimanyu, Kaviya and Aakash will repeat itself again and again”

He removed his glasses, and looked at his watch, there was still time left before he could have the last meeting with his best friend. He thought for few seconds, what could be an appropriate title for his article and then he started to type the name of his article

“To whom it may concern”

 

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FrankanstienTheKount

the girl behind counter

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I leaned over the pabangt of the balcony of my apartment on the fifteenth floor. The preparations for the
evening bhajan ritual had begun, I deduced from the escalating hum downstairs. The building watchman
was arranging gray Neelkamal chairs in a semi-circle between a sleek red Honda and a black Chevrolet
SUV. I looked back up at the jumble of skyscbangrs. Yardley Gardens was one of Mumbai’s plushest
townships that my family had recently relocated to from the humble cobwebs of Nashik. The westward
sun made me squint and I withdrew to my cushy C-backed bamboo swing, resuming the novel in my
hand. There are few things as relaxing as an evening breeze tickling you while you turn the delicious
pages of Adiga’s The White Tiger .
It was now nearing six and I could hear the boys playing football downstairs. In spite of wanting to join
them, I stubbornly clung on to my novel. I didn’t want to open my mouth and make a fool of myself. I
remembered reading ‘It is better to stay silent and be thought wise than open your mouth and be proven
foolish’. Or was it the other way round? Immaterial, I wasn’t leaving.
My tenth standard was to start in a few days’ time. You could say I was a little nervous. The relocation
was a little bit of, like they say, a ‘culture shock’ to me. My father had taken up a new job that offered
thrice the pay of the previous, along with a horde of benefits like company quarters at this place, a Tata
sedan and discount coupons at various dining joints. A personal pizza was no more to be shared by the
family. The visit to the restaurants no more meant a strict decorum of mere daal, a paneer subzi and roti. I
could unblinkingly order appetizers to overpriced Cokes without a warning eyebrow. Just the very
thought of them now made me hungry. I got up from the swing.
‘Ma, can I have some money? I want to go out, eat something,’ I shouted as I went inside the house.
‘Why do you want to go outside?’ The voice came from the living room. I spotted her knitting, red and
white yarn balls by her side. ‘Your grandmother has packed us some …’
‘Mom!’
‘These kids of today,’ she muttered without annoyance. She was quite jovial ever since we’d moved in.
And in spite of being the unwilling kitchen recluse that she was, she made me take a plate of parathas to
both our neighbours, without paying any heed to my ‘But what do I say to them?’ What happened next is
something I fervently hope that twenty years later I will look back and laugh at.
She set aside the half-finished scarf for my grandmother and fished her hand into her purse that hung by
the armrest of the couch. All the years we stayed with my grandparents in my native town, there was a
non-stop bickering between my mother and grandma. The day we left, I sneaked a look at my mother
crying in my grandma’s lap and the usually stoic lady that my grandma is, even she couldn’t hold back
the Ganges streaming down her eyes.
‘Don’t spend all of it,’ she said. A crisp hundred-rupee note, from which Gandhiji grinned at me.
The elevator doors opened to a shockingly electric environment. I mean, when you come to such a
colony, you expect people to be silent and, what’s the word, ‘sophisticated’ to the point of being
considered curt. But with the noise these kids made with their Ringa Ringa and catch and hopscotch and
whatnot, I almost felt like I was back in Nashik. I avoided eye contact and went to the main gate. The path

to the street was blocked by a team of sweaty T-shirts and delirious outcries of boys of my age and less
playing football.

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Let me tell you something about me and football. First, I hate this game. Second, and by no way because
of the first pointer, I am no good at it; although, that doesn’t stop me from admiring a good game when I
see one. And admire I did the fat guy in the midfield as he dribbled the ball between his legs. A tall stick
lurched towards him. Our fatso quickly defected to his left and furiously kicked the ball at a scared
teenager who turned reflexively to his side. The ball hit his elbow.
‘Hand!’ the fatso screamed in delight and duly encashed the free kick. I was impressed.
I looked at them from a distance, hoping they would notice and call me over. Maybe they were too
engrossed in the game or maybe they didn’t care about a stranger gawking at them. I stood unheeded.
Sighing, I made my way to the exit.
Spencer Mall is more of a two-floored convenience store. I was thrilled to spot an escalator and hopped
right on. The first floor hosts a small cafeteria consisting of three chairs each around circular wooden
tables. There is a glass counter on the left where you get ‘The best Frankies in town’.
Confession—I had no idea what Frankies were. I wondered if they were so expensive that it would drive
my pride of being loaded away.
At the first floor, one takes a U-turn to face the cafeteria. I occupied one of the empty tables and studied
the menu. The contents were reassuring. A basic vegetarian Frankie cost around forty and went up to fifty
five if you wanted many fancy fillings. Schezwan paneer Frankie commanded my interest. I went to place
an order at the glass-top counter and there she was—the Girl behind the Counter.
‘Hi! And what would you like to have today?’ she smiled at me affably. It was almost a smile of
recognition, as if she had been privileged to have known me since ages and that I was her favourite
customer. I bit on my braces—her perfect pearly whites probably never needed dental treatment. The
thick and sleek black tresses almost shone and one lock of hair hung cutely on her dusky face. Her eyes
were everything the on-screen actors swoon to and poets write couplets about. You get it, don’t you? She
was probably a few years older than me and wore a black T-shirt that read ‘Joe’s Frankies’.
I tried to power up. Speak up , I screamed inside and mentally rehearsed what I had to say. Just order as
you would normally do and say ‘Thank you’ when you get it. How hard is it? A question popped in my
head—how is schezwan pronounced? C and H are silent, duh , came the answer. How can two
consecutive letters be silent, I wondered. Well, it just sounds better, doesn’t it? ‘Sez-waan’ , I reasoned.
But this is taking too long, way beyond the line that separates a customer from this pint-sized
nincompoop. And was that sweat on my forehead?
‘Sir?’ the girl asked unflinchingly, her expressions intact. I hoped she wasn’t just pretending to be calm
while hunting for an alarm button under the counter.
‘One plate schezwan paneer Frankie,’ I said and instantly felt proud that I didn’t stutter. Smooth , I
praised myself.
‘That would be fifty rupees, sir,’ she looked into my eyes, smiling all the while.
I must tell you, gentle reader, that continuous eye contact is worse than browbeating. You see, girls are
not intimidating. Only pretty ones are. I understand I sound shallow but I call upon the puberty-license.

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Yours truly is no exception to this rule. I feigned interest in the pile of tissues in the waste bin behind her
as I dug into my pocket. Finally, I produced the hundred rupee note and extended my hand to pay. At the
same time, she stretched hers too and ended up accidentally touching my fingers. I cringed as my fingers
tingled, feeling like a biscuit that’s been dunked in the tea a bit too long. I went back to the table with
eyes squeezed shut hard.
‘Excuse me, sir,’ I heard a voice in a couple of minutes. It was her voice. She meant me. Me !
‘One schezwan paneer Frankie.’ She gave me a roll with salad and cubes of cottage cheese lathered with
sauce and gravy peeking out of the open end.
She had pronounced ‘Schezwan’ as ‘Shej-waan’. In spite of the culinary wonder in front of me, my heart
sank. I felt like stabbing myself with a spoon. Smooth .
‘Thank you, sir,’ she said. ‘Hope to see you again.’
That night, I slept smiling ear to ear. In spite of having absolutely no dreams involving her, I woke up
fresh as a deodorant!
The next day I borrowed a fifty from mother and pressed the elevator button. The same noise on the
ground floor lobby, the same guys playing the football, and this time, a penalty shootout. I saw Fatso
taking his position in the D and stopped walking. It was the Tall Stick taking aim this time.
‘Ready!’ screamed the goalkeeper from Fatso’s team. The next instant, the ball was kicked. Fatso used
brute force and jerked aside the guys from the opposing team standing on both sides and jumped high, his
head deflecting the ball to a corner.
‘Foul!’ alleged a hysterical bunch. Fatso couldn’t care less and bent double laughing. Tall Stick pushed
him to the ground but Fatso was clearly having a time of his life. I grinned at him. I was impressed.
Again.
The same traffic, the same pedestrians, the same road, the same mall, the same first floor and the same
Frankie Girl. Bless her. I walked up to her and went straight to the counter. Today, I had taken special
measures to make myself presentable. I was wearing my best pair of shoes and my wrist sported father’s
metal-strap Sonata watch. I had taken the pain of applying a small amount of face powder, just the perfect
amount that separated complexion from make-up. My gait was confident and tone smooth. I went up
directly at the counter and ordered without referring to the menu. She gave me her known-you-since-ages
smile and asked me to take a seat. Since there were hardly any customers, the mood was relaxed. I took
the seat facing her, careful not to slouch.
She was an epitome of effortless grace. The way she fluently dealt with cash, her eased-out demeanour as
she mimicked one of her colleagues, the elegance with which her features aided every word of hers and
the voice that wafted, like an elixir to the ears. The more I observed, the more I was drawn towards her.
Ask what her name is , I scolded myself. It won’t compromise the national security . But I knew I
wouldn’t. I dreaded the moment I would finish my roll and walk back.
Finally, she summoned me and I went up to the counter. Taking the Frankie, I turned back. I wanted to
disappear from the spot that made me feel like a coward. I hurriedly walked to the escalator. Even when I

heard a minor commotion in the background, I didn’t bother to check it. Like I even cared. As I was just
stepping on it, I felt a pat on my shoulder.
It was her.
My heart violently jolted into a see-saw. She smiled at me. The same sunny smile. I smiled back stupidly,
not knowing what else to do.

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‘Sir, you forgot to pay,’ she said.
As I lay on my bed that night, I wondered how I could have been so foolish. It was embarrassing. Or was
it? She gave no other indication of my lapse. What she did was exactly the opposite. She accepted the
money and said, ‘See you tomorrow, sir.’
I felt so invited !
Today is when this phoenix shall soar into the blue skies of hope , I decided the moment I woke up,
making up in clichés what he lacks in style . She was not going to eat me up if I strike a conversation with
her. Being well-mannered was her job description. Being myself just won’t do. Besides, there is no big
deal in asking a person’s name. I had Shakespeare to endorse that.
‘I can, I will,’ was the day’s mantra. I enjoyed the movie I saw, chomped up some more Adiga, laughed
hard at the silliest of sitcoms and in an uber-confident mood, practised pick-up lines in front of the mirror.
I enjoyed the familiar noise of the bhajans, was enthralled by one of the superb goals scored from a
distance, relished the evening chirping and even helped one of the ladies from the store with her shopping
bag. This is it, I thought as I went up the escalator.
It was yet another slow weekday. My palpitation jacked up as I noticed her. She was not at the counter
though, and occupied one of the tables with a guy in his early twenties, deeply engrossed in a
conversation. As I walked towards her, as if almost on cue, I saw her affectionately pulling his cheek. It
was only when I reached the counter that she noticed me.
‘Customer, darling,’ she whispered to the guy, getting up in a rush.
‘Hey, wait up,’ the guy insisted, catching her by her wrist.
‘Oh no,’ she began to protest. ‘I have to.’
‘Come now,’ the guy was persistent. ‘I am sure he won’t mind giving us a minute. Would you, kid?’
That was my call. ‘Oh, n-no. Carry on.’ I somehow mumbled. I wanted to look away. I didn’t. I
should’ve. I didn’t.
The guy kissed her on the cheek and she responded by whispering something in his ear. ‘See you soon,’
she said, waving him goodbye.
She went behind the counter and adorned her position. Giving me another of her well-practised smiles,
she asked, ‘A paneer-chilli Frankie?’
I didn’t know what to say. Somehow, I managed a, ‘Never mind,’ and started walking out.

‘Oh, I am so sorry,’ she said apologetically behind me, her voice dipped in desperation. ‘It’s schezwan
paneer, isn’t it?’
I didn’t respond and followed a chirpy middle-aged couple out on their grocery shopping down the
escalator. I rehashed the events in my mind and tried to articulate what I felt being the unwilling witness.
Was I sad? Nope, that was not what it felt like. It was a funny feeling. I cursed myself—funny won’t do,
such words are what stupid people resort to.
I did like her, yes sir, most definitely I did. Or did I? What was it that I felt for her? I stopped on my
tracks as the word hit me between the eyes—fascination. I turned and looked at one of the stained glass
windows of Spencer Mall. I was captivated by her, by the novelty she was, like a Da Vinci painting, like
an amazing novel. I turned to look at the stained glass facade of the mall. She was my white tiger. So why
did I turn back? Wasn’t today one of the most confident days? Why should it be a ‘was’? What if she has
a boyfriend? What was I hoping for anyway?
Nothing! a happy voice rang inside me. I like the Frankie, I like the Frankie Girl; so what’s stopping me
from having both of them just now?
Nothing! came the reply again, even happier.

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I retraced my footsteps. There was no audible heartbeat this time, only pangs of joy, of inexplicable
ecstasy. I went to the counter and smiled.
‘Hello,’ I said.
‘Hi, sir,’ she replied, for once, more surprised than rehearsed happiness.
‘Name’s Arora. Nikhil Arora.’ I am the king of clichés, I smiled wider.
She followed suit. ‘Right, Nikhil,’ she said. ‘And you will have one schezwan …’
‘… paneer Frankie,’ I shared the moment with her. ‘That’s right.’
‘Right away, Nikhil,’ she said. ‘Please have a seat.’
‘Sure,’ I said and waited till she called me.
And eventually, call she did. ‘Nikhil, your Frankie’s ready.’
‘Oh yes, thank you,’ I took the roll from her. ‘By the way, there’s something I’ve been meaning to tell
you.’
‘Yes?’ She looked into my eyes inquisitively.
I took in a deep breath. Yes, I can . ‘I love your smile,’ I said.
‘Thank you, sir,’ she beamed, gracefully bowing her head a little. ‘Oh, and there’s something I’ve been
meaning to tell you too.’
I stared at her. This was unexpected. ‘Yes?’

‘My name’s Roshni,’ she grinned, extending her hand forward.
I shook it. This time there was no long lasting tingling sensation, no desperate urge to smell the palm for a
residual fragrance. It was just a warm handshake, the way it is meant to be.
I went back to my building. All the football players had evaporated but for one guy. Fatso was shooting
against the wall and chasing the ball as it bounced back. I felt inclined to talk to him but zeroed on
procrastinating it—I had socialized too much for a day already. As I walked towards the lobby, I heard a
‘Dude!’
I turned around to see the fatso calling me.
‘That,’ he said, pointing at the Frankie in my hand. ‘That has paneer in it?’
‘Yes,’ I said, slowly, wondering what the guy was up to.
‘Then share it, no? Don’t be so selfish,’ he said and grabbed at it. I didn’t mind it. Nothing about his tone
was forceful. On the contrary, it was friendly.
‘By the way,’ he said; his mouth full, ‘I am Aditya. And you?’
‘Nikhil,’ I said and extended a hand forward.
‘Good, man,’ Aditya said, almost moaning at the taste. ‘This shit’s good.’
I was amused. The guy was ravenously friendly. Somewhere, not far off, I saw a figure running towards
us. That thing was skipping, almost bounding toward us in excitement. Aditya recognized the figure and
his eyes lit up as the figure too gave a squeal of joy.
‘ Dude! ’ he said and, dropping the Frankie, hugged her. The girl was about my age, a few inches shorter
than me but extremely attractive. She hugged him back. ‘Oh my God, where’ve you been for so many
days?’
Awkwardness started flooding inside me again. Aditya noted my presence and quickly released her.
‘Dude,’ he said. ‘This is my cousin.’ Then he noticed the mess he created by dropping the Frankie. ‘Oh
shit, I dropped it, did I? Wait, I am going to run and get one for each of you. Hang in there. Won’t be long
…’
‘Well,’ the girl turned from a scampering Aditya to look at me. ‘What’s your name, did you say?’
‘I didn’t,’ I said almost reflexively. ‘Did I?’
‘Let’s try again,’ she chuckled. ‘What’s your name?’
‘Nikhil,’ I said.
‘I am Roshni,’ she said, extending her hand.
My face brightened. ‘Roshni, did you say?’
‘Yeah, why?’
‘ Pleased to meet you,’ I beamed and offered my hand. She shook it.
Was it a tingling sensation I felt?

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Meriaiza

Distance Between Two People

Sometimes the greatest journey is the distance between two people. What's more incredible is the fact that in some cases despite living together for years, these distances only increase with the passage time. Do we always have time to cover those distances if we want to or are there comes a time when it's too late?

Sahil was sitting on a couch watching live golf that he had no interest what so ever in watching but surely it was much better than watching, one of the news channels repeating the same news stories thousand times a day. Not far away his wife, Deepika was sitting in the drawing room as well reading some novel she had already read twice. If it wasn't for the sound coming from the TV then there would have been pin drop silence in the house. Both of them had been married for 20 years and after all those years this is about as intimate as it gets between them these days. Both of them were in their mid 40's and were proud parents of a boy who was happily living abroad for a few years now. After a few hours of watching grown men dressed in ugly clothes hitting a small ball on acres and acres of beautiful greens only to walk slowly up to the ball only to hit it again, he got bored and turned off the TV. His gaze slowly turned towards the woman sitting not that far away from him reading the same awful novel he bet she read countless times already. Is this the same woman he once fell in love with when the first time he saw her years ago? Time has not been kind to her he thought. What's with those grey hairs that she no longer cared about dying anymore or the few wrinkles that he can spot on her face? Is this the same beauty that all his friends used to envy him for? There was a time when he used to know all about her needs but now sometimes whenever he saw her, he used to wonder what is she thinking? How is she feeling? What have they done to each other? What will they do? He shook his head as if to stop thinking about her and turned the TV back on and started switching between the channels until he came across a cricket match. "Great, 15 grown ass men standing on the field playing with their balls from time to time, is just what I wanted to watch on an exciting Sunday." He thought to himself sarcastically.

A few minutes later, Deepika got tired of reading the same lines she have almost memorized by now and closed her book. Not far away she saw a man sitting like a couch potato with balding hairline and pot belly watching some stupid cricket match. Is this the same man who the girls in their college used to call prince charming behind his back all those years ago? We were childhood sweethearts but who will believe that seeing us together now? What went so wrong along the way that now we have to consider if it's worth the effort even if we want to speak with one another? She wondered, deep down in her mind she knew the answers of her own question but sometimes you can't help but wonder about the things you already know about.

Deepika:"Do you want something to eat?"

Sahil:"Just a cup of coffee." He replied without taking his eyes off the TV. A few minutes later Deepika came back with two cups of coffee and handed one of them to him. Maybe it was the effect of the caffeine she was getting from her cup of coffee or maybe she was just bored to death by doing nothing worthwhile and wanted to chat just to feel alive again.

Deepika:"Are you watching this match?"

Sahil:"Well that's what I'm trying to do at least. Why? Do you want me to switch the channel?"

Deepika:"No I....I just wanted to talk with you."

Sahil:"About what?"

Deepika:"Anything."

Sahil:"Like?"

Deepika:"Like why is it so hard to even talk with one another now even when neither of us has anything better to do?" Hearing that, Sahil took a deep breath and turned the TV off.

Sahil:"Look.....I'm not in a mood to fight with you. So just come to the point, if you have one."

Deepika:"I'm tired of all the arguments and pointless fights as well but do you know what I'm most tired of?"

Sahil:"Reading the same novel again and again in hope of it having a different ending this time?"

Deepika:"Very funny but no. I'm tired of living just for the sake of it. I'm tired of being bitter about the fact that my husband doesn't love or care about me anymore." She said that and started sobbing. Sahil didn't bother to comfort her or to wipe away her tears.

Sahil:"Is it that time of the month again?"

Deepika:"Oh fuck you."

Sahil:"Fuck me? No fuck you for acting as if we are a newly married couple who just had a fight over some stupid argument. It's way too late to just make up and start playing home again. You should have thought about your husband's love when you slept with my best friend. It's because of you that I lost my childhood friend."

Deepika:"Were you thinking about me when you cheated on me with your secretary? As for your so called best friend, he always used to hit on me even when you were around but you never discouraged him did you? The only reason I end up sleeping with him was to teach you a lesson after I find out about you and Pooja(Secretary) and you know that as well."

Sahil:"Have you ever thought about why I even started to sleep with her in the first place? It's because you only let me sleep with you once a month when I was about to go mental with a hard on. Whenever I was in mood you were either tired or had headaches. I'm a man as well and I have my needs. Maybe I would have never cheated on you if you had taken care of my needs like a wife should."

Deepika:"You were always selfish and only thought about your needs. I had a job as well back then and afterwards I took care of your parents, house chores and our kid as well. So excuse me if I was tired most of the time after working like a maid all the time. If you were not so stingy then we would have had a maid to help me with the house chores and I too would have taken care of my needs with you. Instead of appreciating me you acted like a jerk and started sleeping around with that whore."

Sahil:"Stingy? We were saving in order to buy a bigger house in case you forgot. The one we are living in now. I'm tired of giving excuses Deepika, and have no reason to lie anymore. It is what it is. Have I left you for her? No. Have I even left you after you slept with my best friend? No, but do I still love you? No I don't and you know that as well. So don't expect any miracles. Too much has happened between us and things can never be the way they once were. Sometimes I wonder why we are still together. Yes there was a time when we were in love and then we got married and then all we did was resent each other, try to control each other. We caused each other so much pain. Yet still we are together. Why?"

Deepika:"Because that's what marriage is." Both went quite after that and started to look at one another. In their eyes there was sadness and pain and maybe just a hint of the love, they once had for one another.

The End

 

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mast dude

cuckoldry my way..

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                                         CUCKOLDRY MY WAY..

I know it’s a topic of disgust for some while some other people enjoy it to the core, cuckold! A passive submissive sweet and obedient character of a person that gives him sense of security , it provides a way to express his hidden feelings , sexuality and most importantly a kind of pleasure that no other person can understand until he starts thinking like a cuckold.
Here , I want you all to read true story of my life and also a hint of future …
What made me explore cuckoldry , what happened to me and why I started thinking like a submissive cuck, what will be my future …. These are some of the questions I often ask to myself and through this write up I want to explore my life , want to keep my life in front of you like an open book,
What ever I am writing in this story is true and based on my life and my own real experiences…. I don’t want to hurt any ones feelings or beliefs ….
I am a 32 year old man with a sound personality , good looking sweet caring and charming as girls describe me..
I have been brought up in a sober upper middle class family like any other north Indian boy .
But my parents never lived a happy marriage,......My father have always been financially and socially very sound , he used to have extramarital affairs and used to bring girls to home and forced my mother to accept those relations.
I used to notice everything , I never liked such activities.

My mind was forced to think what true relations are in this world….
at the age of 19 I started liking a girl and we became lovers , although I never cared much for her but she was a sweetheart , relation lasted for an year and then she went to other city for studies and thus another chapter on my life starts when I entered into college… I used to miss my first gf and decided that will focus on my studies only , but met a beautiful and sexy girl in my class, she had most sexiest curves I have ever seen at the age of 19 she was bombshell , we started dating each other and kissing smooching and boobs fondling was regular,
She started giving my blowjobs after few months , but did not allow me to have sex , …. When I requested her to have sex repeatedly , she allowed me to fuck her ass ………
She had and awesome amazing ass to fuck I said yes and I used to fuck her ass on every other day in my car itself, she was such a good fuckkk….
One fine day we had a chance to meet at my home when family members were out , that day we got intimate and had our first vaginal intercourse … ( she wasn’t a virgin though,… her pussy was not at all tight like first timers )
But I loved it …
Our relation grew stronger day by day and we were together for 3 years ,…suddenly she started loosing interest in me and used to avoid me , I was shattered and depressed, her room mate told me that she is involved with someone else , her ex bf he was…. That was the moment I regretted my decision to love her unconditionally , she turned out to be a bitch and cheater….
I was so alone , ,,lost my sleep … at that time I got support from internet and my chat friends…
I started spending hours on net chatting to divert my attention….
One day I got an idea that I am not able to express my self completely to my chat friends …. And made a fake id to make new friends…
I also made female ids to have friends , I started chatting to guys from a female id and used to like sexual chats …. I used to show them my gfs nude pics with her face hidden… I used to love the way they commented on her … it started giving me pleasure ….
After some years I realized I should forgive her and I stopped chatting about her , …. And started chatting to guys as if I am a girl and loved to sexual conversation….
Then I met another girl and fell in love again , had sex and real good sex … she used to love sex toys and me too.
During next 5 years or so I made about 9 gfs and had sex with them…. I loved clicking their pics and showing them to my guy friends and letting them comment dirty on them….
This act gave me pleasure although I never revealed identity of any girl … it was just about the bodies and sex…
When ever I talk about cuckoldry I get an instant hard on …. It feels exciting thinking about my wife getting fucked by a wild male… I love guys with big hard penises , as my penis is small and ejaculates early ….. I can imagine myself sucking a big cock as well, I am submissive and can do anything my master orders me ,
I want to have a master for me and my wife… I can swallow his cum happily and can lick his cum from my wife;s pussy ,
This is cuckoldry…. And I love it .
Its been 7 years since I started thinking about cuckoldry and now I masturbate with only one idea in mind that some strong man is fucking my wife in front of me….
I want her to be fucked by her boss , my boss, my friends, unknown man in a late night party , gym instructor , travel guide , swimming and dancing coach , customers in my guest house , friends from other countries etc.
I don’t know why I think like this , but it’s the truth … I want to experience sex in every way possible …

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psychoknight

In Search of a Horror Story – Warning : Do not read after dark

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In Search of a Horror Story

The director wanted me to write a horror story for his forthcoming film. Till today I dealt with writing script of cheesy family drama, and it got him box office success too. Suddenly he wanted to step in to a domain which was new for entire production house!!! He wanted to become the Indian edition of Alfred Hitchcock, and he chose me to write his script.

I rented almost all horror movies CDs from the video library, watched every Korean, Taiwanese and Iranian short movies on YouTube, and downloaded all known-unknown e-books from internet in search of a horror story. I tried my luck with roaming around the haunted houses across the city and suburbs, but could not find what I was looking for. The producer wanted to create a history in Indian horror movie world, so I started contacting my readers through mail, letters and phone if they had anything worthwhile. My efforts got the result: a distant reader and one of my ardent fans contacted me and invited me to spend time in his resort, which he recently purchased at a very cheap price due to a few events of unnatural death of its residents.

I got disappointed at first when I reached the house he mentioned. It was nothing like I imagined. It was neither old, nor scary looking. A simple single storied building which surrounded by large garden, which almost turned in to a thick jungle of bush and unknown trees due to poor maintenance. I slept in the afternoon as I was very tired due to the long journey, and from evening onwards my nightmare started.


It was not that bloodthirsty ghosts came to disturbed my evening in this horrid place, but it was local villagers. I could not even imagine that how popular we are in this part. Each and every local human are well aware about our every movie, every actor and actress, every dialog and some of them bought our movie posters for autograph.

I felt flattered, but what became intolerable, was each of every individual of them had a real life scary experience to share. Everybody shared their real life experience with me, which turned out to be exactly same with my childhood story books. I cursed the person who not only arranged my staying here, but also told about my intention for being here to everybody.

For continuous three hours, I was under tremendous torture of listening to hundreds of horror stories. My brain got jumbled up with various types of ghost and its possible cruel nature, just then I was literally saved by the bell when the clock struck seven.

Suddenly all my advisors got anxious to leave this place. They wished me luck for the night and promised to return next morning with a few other real life experiences.



I took a sigh of relief as they closed the outside gate before leaving. The Caretakers of the house followed them soon after. They looked scared as if somebody chased them. I tried to stop them, but they told that they had my dinner in the hot pot, and they will be back in the early morning. They did not want to linger their stay in this cursed house anymore. That was the clue that got me more interested. I needed to know the story of the house itself. I acted innocent and asked them the reason, but they left in a hurry leaving me and my apprehension sky high.

The rooms were neat and clean, but the toilet was shabby and covered with algae and the marble floor was rough due to lack of maintenance. It was dark and slippery. The mirror was so distorted that I felt someone else is staring me through the reflection.

I washed my face in the wash basin, and looked in the mirror. I leaned over the mirror to have a closer look, and just then the doorbell rang.

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Only a psychopath could install such a doorbell. The howling of a hundred bloodthirsty wolves is like a sweet melody if compared with the sound generated from this unearthly device. No wonder many resident of this house were dead. It’s not the fault of the house; it is this cursed doorbell that causes their death. I was so startled by the sudden sound; I stepped backwards and slipped on the floor.



Everything went dark for a while; I regained and got up slowly. I watched my face again in the mirror, but there was no sign of anything. The wavy pattern and the black spot in the mirror must have created the illusion. As I was watching my face closely, the horrid bell ranged again.


I rushed to the main door. Opened the door to found three new visitors were standing in front of the house. I never noticed when it started raining. A lady was accompanied by one young and one middle aged man. They introduced themselves as my diehard fan. I was getting bored and invited them cordially.

Within half an hour we became good friends. They are town folks who had to choose this village due to their job posting. Soon we started enjoying and chatting over a bottle of whisky. The lady asked for soft drinks instead.


They were aware about my intention of coming here in this place; sadly they got no horror story to share. I got a bit disappointed, but suddenly I had an idea. I asked them about the deaths in this house. They looked at each other.
The young man first broke the silence:

“We are here for hardly two years, we do not know about the history of the house, but in the last two years, we witnessed three unnatural deaths of the residents of this house. Not always they died inside the house, in fact a lady occupant died in other city, but local villagers love to co-relate them with this house. We can’t blame them either, as they were indeed resident of this house at the time of their death.”

“Please tell me about the incidence.” I said.

“How can we possibly? Like the first death, the new owner of the house was found dead in the morning within a week of his arrival. When we saw his dead body, he was lying in the floor lifeless, and looking in the ceiling. His eyes were almost coming out of their socket. Only a man is scared beyond limit could make this face. Post-mortem report told that he died of massive cardiac arrest. How can we tell you more than this?”


“But you are a story writer; you can make something out of it, can’t you?” The lady looked at me.


I was thinking and then the middle aged man spoke

“I have an idea. You can make story like that:”





“Ramesh babu got this house at a very cheap rate. He was an unmarried lonesome man. He rather liked to stay alone than the crowded city. So he moved here to spend rest of his days.

He was very particular about hygiene of the surrounding. He spends a lot of time to make this house spotlessly clean. The night after his cleaning operation completed, he fell asleep in a very tired condition.

Suddenly he got up in the middle of the night and his eyes were fixed on the ceiling.

A large shadow crawled swiftly from one corner to another.

Ramesh Babu got scared and sat straight in his bed. He looked closely, but could not find anything. He left his bed to switch on the lights and search for the cause of this hallucination.

When Ramesh Babu almost gave up, he noticed a deep crack in the corner of the ceiling. A conical shaped very thin tail-like object came out of the crack.
Ramesh Babu took his cane and knocked the empty space near it. The object waved itself to show that it is not a lifeless piece of wire.


Caution took place of fear. What if it’s a snake? Ramesh Babu very carefully hit the object with all his force and quickly moved away.

With a ‘thud’ sound it fell from the ceiling.

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Ramesh Babu never saw a house lizard that big in his life. A bit bigger and it could have been easily mistaken as iguana.

The creature lied there motionlessly. Only its eyes were watching Ramesh Babu without blinking. The opaque pupil less dilated eyes were enough to create an eerie feeling inside anybody. The sight was not very pleasant. Ramesh Babu used his stick again to hit it hard. Then put its lifeless body away in to the corner of his room with a stroke.


The next day Ramesh Babu called five labours to clean his house and surroundings with a deadly mixture of insecticides. In the evening the tired labours left the house with a big bag full of dead reptiles of various size and shape. Ramesh Babu never saw that many varieties of lizard in his entire life what he saw in one day.

That night Ramesh Babu was very happy while sleeping. At last the house is free of vermin!! He took a big glass of milk and entered into deep slumber of peace.
What exactly made him wake up 3 AM in the morning was not clear, it could have been the constant sound of thunder exactly like tonight, or the hot and humid climate which got worsened as the fan stopped due to power cut but what really made him disturbed was the scratching sound which was coming from the floor. Ramesh Babu tried to understand the source of the sound. In a flashing thunder what he saw made him paralyzed with surprise and fear.


What it looked like at first was a toddler is crawling in the floor, but as he watched closely in the next flash, it was no child; in fact no human can have that kind of eyes. Opaque dilated eyes were looking straight at Ramesh Babu, perhaps straight into his soul.


What made him wonder that how did it entered into his room through the closed door? Ramesh Babu looked at the door to find it wide open; perhaps the wind forced it open. A female shaped silhouette figure stood at the entrance of the door.


Perhaps the mother is looking for her child. Another thunder made his vision clear. The woman got the same eyes as the creature crawling in his room. She was looking upwards with her round peculiar eyes. She called the creature with a hissing sound. While speaking the unearthly language, Ramesh Babu could see her tongue. It was a split tongue like a snake or lizard.


Following the line of her vision, the poor guy look upwards to the ceiling and witnessed the last sight of his life. The child-like creature is now toddling through his ceiling. Once it put his bifurcated tongue to and fro like a snake and jumped straight at him.”




The middle aged man stopped his story and took a long sip in the glass of whisky. My goose bumps made me uncomfortable. My throat was all dried up and my glass was also empty. I quickly looked at the ceiling and poured some more to my glass.


“It was a good story indeed, but you know, it has lack of characters. Even though, I may consider it to be a potential screenplay.”

The middle aged man told nothing and smiled. Again it was the young person who interrupted the awkward silence in the room.

“You might then consider the story of the nurse who lived in this house next.”
The lady instantly objected,

“How can he possibly? The nurse did not even die in this house, not even in this village.”

I looked at the young man who spoke about the incidence with curiosity.

“Yes, it is true. The nurse died in the city, but she was a resident of this house during her death. In fact, her body was found in the Calcutta Metro station, she could be hardly recognized as at least five trains passed through her body by that time.”

“It is not very hard to build up a story from here, what do you think?”

I looked at the lady who was sipping in her soft drinks thoughtfully.

“You can do that? How would you start the story then? It must be something like that:

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“Indira felt sleepy while waiting endlessly at the metro station waiting for the last tube. Almost all fellow passengers left the platform as they were getting anxious by this delay due to some technical fault.

Indira got no hurry. She was left alone after her marriage ends in a divorce last month. She got possession of her husband’s flat as alumni, but it was a living hell for her to spend every day in that flat. Each and every furniture even the air in that flat reminds her of the torment and torture she endured for last five years of her married life. So she was really happy when she passed her nursing course and posted in a remote village. She even got a very good solid brick house at a floor cheap rent. She did not even bother about the ill reputation her neighbors told her about the gruesome death of Ramesh Babu.


She needed to arrange a few things before she could finally get rid of every tie with that cursed flat of her ex-husband. So she was not in a real hurry to get back there. She waited and waited in the corner bench of the platform, and ultimately falls asleep.


Her trance got severed as the Train opened its door for the passengers. She quickly arranged her bag and boarded the train. God knows, for how long she was asleep on that platform.


The train was empty as it can be. Hardly four or five passengers in a compartment arranged themselves in a scattered way. The train started moving.

Indira was not very sure that how long it took before she could notice that something was not right. The train was running at its full speed for at least half an hour now, but it never stopped at any stations yet!!! She left her seat and walked towards the front of the train.

“Excuse me Dada, can you please tell me what station is next?”

She gently asked the first passenger she came across. The man looked at her with a pale face; a blood soaked bandage over his head still was oozing blood. His eyes were like made from stone without any expression. Indira could identify the man instantly. She saw that man few hours ago in the emergency ward of the medical college she was collecting her nursing diploma from.

She was startled and stepped back in a shock. She quickly started moving towards the driver’s cabin. As she crossed every seat on her way, every passengers of that train looked towards her. Everybody got the same pale face, same dead eyes. Now she started running towards the cabin and knocked it. The door opened unexpectedly and she entered the driver’s cabin.

The driver’s cabin was empty. The train is moving through the dark corridor of fate with a great speed without any pilot to guide it. The dark emptiness of the endless passage was engulfing the train to its black belly.

Scared Indira turned back. She was trying to get out of this lonely cabin to the safely of human presence. She opened the cabin just to find that the very existence of the whole train was evaporated. She was standing alone in the endless railway track, waiting for the cruel fate that awaited her.

She cried with all her power left in her body. She wanted badly to get out of this nightmare as fast as possible. Suddenly a blinding light of oncoming train bedazzled her. Before she could do anything, the big metal wheels of the moving train passed over her body tearing it apart.”





I was not prepared for a story of that intensity.
I finished my glass to pour a new one.

“It was a nice story, scary too, but it requires some mystery and action. In movie, it needs to show some of the both to make the viewers engrossed.”

The lady smiled and told,

“Then do not look any further. Settle for the 3rd death in this house. He was a college teacher who was its victim. They found him in the next room. Post-mortem report was more surprising. The man died from starvation. The doors were closed from inside and no signs of anybody else’s presence could be seen. The man just sat there and waited for his death without any food or drink in front of a broken mirror. Is not it mysterious enough?”


I sat straight in my sofa.


“It is indeed. It requires some serene mind to untie the knots in this puzzle.”

“Or you can frame it in this way”

The younger man of the lot started speaking.






“The house was vacant for many months after the death of Indira. Nobody was ready to lease or purchase this jinxed house. Even when the owner lost all hopes regarding this house, just then Samir showed up. He was rather eager to rent this house. He settled in this in spite of repeated warnings of the villagers. Samir was telling that he is studying for higher education, so he could become a high college teacher from his current primary college teacher position. He needs a secluded place to complete his study undisturbed. The villagers did not believe him; they thought him as a terrorist who was hiding from security officer. So they avoided him as best as they could.


Samir wanted just that. He was deeply in to something that needs complete concentration and away from prying eyes of the general population.
Few people are addicted to narcotics, few are onto other things, but Samir was deeply rooted into black magic.

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He bought all types of books and contacted all types of religious gurus who claimed themselves as ‘Tantriks’, performer of black rituals.


Samir got a voodoo book where it was written that mirrors are like photographs, it can hold memories it saw. It captures the reflections and stores them in to it. And with particular ritual; one can enter in to its memory and could view glimpse of those.


It seemed harmless enough and very interesting. Samir bought a very old mirror from an auction house and prepared for the ritual.


Samir placed the mirror in the next room and performed the ritual. The golden frames curved in the border of the mirror starts glowing like fire as he was performing it. Soon the Belgian glass seemed like made of water and it became fluid and somewhat semi-transparent. Samir could see the shadow of men and women sitting, standing, dancing in it as if he was looking through a performance through a dirty smoked glass.


As Samir put the wax doll in the fire, as described by the book, he suddenly felt a force is pulling him inside the mirror.


It was expected that Samir will replace his reflection to decode the reading in the mirror. It should happen like this, but when the moment ultimately came, Samir lost his nerve. Samir was trying to perform this kind of activity for almost three years now, but it is the first time he was experiencing something real.


Samir struggled as he was sucked inside the mirror, he tried to leave this place and put an end to this, but it was too late for him. As he was completely inside the mirror, his struggle caused the glass of the mirror to break into pieces.


At first Samir could feel nothing, he could see his reflection sitting idle in the mirror, but later he realised that it is his actual self that is inside the mirror, and his soulless reflection is outside. Samir could feel the presence of endless phantom figures in his back, the memories of joy, lust, sadness and death is waiting to turn Samir into a memory itself. Oh god, we are doing a lot of things in front of a mirror, and never suspect that it’s getting imprinted!!


Samir tried to get out of the shadow world, to the safety of the real world. To breathe, to touch the ground of this cursed house, which never felt so precious, so distant previously.


His all efforts turned futile as the glass was broken. His reflection sat ideally motionlessly as memories in the past. The real self of Samir struggled inside the mirror to be faded and lost in the past.”





As the young man finished his story they all looked at me with curiosity.

“Well sir, please tell me which of the stories you liked most? Which one of these is going to be in your next movie?”

I leaned forward to fill my drink. I was scared like shit inside, but I was never going to show that.

“Well I liked them all. In fact, I am thinking to show them all in my coming movie. It will be like a bunch of stories inside a single movie, tied with a common factor; this house.”

I relaxed a bit and looked straight into their eyes,

“It requires a good twist in the end. I can even think to represent you all as ghosts who came back in this house to tell me their stories, and in the climax, you will reveal yourself as Ramesh Babu, Indira and Samir. What do you think? Is it going to be a great twist in the end or not?”


Great idea sir, it would be like big Hollywood movies, you can even name it like ‘The Horror Quadrant’ or ‘The Four Faces of Fear’


“You mean horror triangle, since it got three stories, don’t you?” I corrected them.

“No Sir, we were suggesting that you should add your story too in the end.”


Now, that made me irritated. I should thank them for providing me the plot, they also spared their time to come and help me, but in the effort of scaring me, they crossed their limit.


I quickly took a long sip to my drink before I tell them that they should leave for now, and just then I realized that I forgot to mix water in my drink.


My whole body got shivered in nausea as I drank my raw whisky. I felt like I am about to vomit. I left my seat quickly and rushed towards the toilet. The trio followed me with worried faces seeing my sudden change.


As I stepped inside the washroom, I was almost toppled from something in the ground. The light was so dim that I could not notice it at first. I leaned forward to have a closer look.




My lifeless body was lying on the wet, shabby bathroom floor. From back of its head, already clotted blood flow painted half of the floor in black. My wide open eyes are without any sign of pain though, and why it should not be? Ultimately I could find the horror story I was searching for. I closed my eyes with a hope that it was all a bad dream all along and I will wake up from it when I will open my eyes.




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netdharbar
 
Willing housewife in a train journey

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I used to travel to my native very often using train.. it would be like a 11-14 hour journey in the night. so everything was fine and I had boarded the train around 9 pm this time.. it would take around 8-9am minimum to reach my native.. I had dinner on my way to railway station, and as soon as the TTE verified the ticket, I got to my upper berth and slept off.. due to nature's call I got up at around 12.30 am..

it was again a very cold night as the train was crossing through some dense forest areas.. I felt the urgency to take a leak and went to the restroom.. the train was full of a lot of young families traveling that night.. while on my way back, I started checking some young married women in the berth.. I found only one or two in the middle berth, and a few in the upper berth and lower berth with the kids.. the lower/upper will be risky I thought.. however as I moved, I found some mid aged woman in the side upper berth.. she was having a great figure 34-28-34 wearing a normal saree, tightly wrapped around her.. the lower berth was an older guy, so definitely not her husband.. the time was a little too cold for anyone to wake up, so everyone was fully asleep.. even I saw the TTE and the RPF were in some berth - probably passed out very tired..

she was having about a 2 yr old kid, so she was not worried much about her.. as her kid doesn't get separate berth, the kid was sleeping with her, and she was lying flat with her kid in the inside..

 I right away tried to trouble her a bit by moving fast across her berth, trying to brush my hands on her ass gently.. there was no immediate reaction, so I thought I will give it a try.. :-)

 I slowly stood near her berth and grabbed my left arm to the holder for sometime.. slowly and steadily I moved my left hand near her saree.. I tried to pull her saree over her ass a bit to check if any reaction.. she was totally shaking due to the movement of the train..

 I just checked my surroundings as well, there was no one really trying to even wake up at that time of the night.. I gently put my left hand over her superb right ass cheek and she started giving her ass to me due to the shaking happening due to the train movement.. I gradually got my hand nearer and nearer and slowly started applying some pressure on her right ass sides.. it was so soft.. as women's biology goes, their asses would be the first place where extra calorie intake will be stored as fat.. so giving her perfect figure even after delivery, I could assume her ass was so wobbly to hold only the necessary fat.. there wasn't a single place were she could be declared as not good enough.. though she was lying flat, I could feel the side portion of her ass now..

suddenly she turned back towards her kid in the inside and put her hands over one other near her breasts.. now I could view her full ass, and a part of her bare hip in saree also got revealed.. I waited for sometime to avoid any suspicion. after about 10 mins, I slowly reached her ass with my left arm.. I put all my fingers on her right ass and gently wobbled it.. she did not show any reaction at all..

 I got encouraged by this, and had a careful look at the surroundings.. there was no one suspecting my action.. the train was also moving in full speed.. I got hold of a berth on the other side for balancing.. I slowly put my hands on her ass and increased the pressure on her ass with my fingers, just like clubbing.. suddenly I could feel her whole body shaking like she was laughing.. yes she was.. damn, she was awake since the time I started the routine, and was waiting to see what I was about to do.. I was surprised if she was traveling alone as I looked around and it was pitch dark.. I didn't really care right now..

 I realiszd she was aware of my actions and enjoying it.. wow.. I thought she and her husband might not be very involved.. I however didn't care as I focused on work in hand..

 I slowly released the pressure on her ass now, but kept my hands over her ass.. I felt comfortable as I did not have to worry about her.. I was however checking around for any suspicion from other passengers.. everyone seemed in so deep sleep.. I took it very very slow to let her enjoy it.. I gently moved and caressed her ass portion all over in the saree, very gently.. I outlined her ass and hip curves, and she was a bit shaking and enjoying my action..

 I gently started giving some ticklish action on her foot, she folded her knees a bit due to the tickling.. it even brought her ass a bit nearer to me.. the child was still sleeping.. however, I thought it is not wise, as it might wake her child.. I slowly moved my hands from there and gently caressed her thigh portion on the back.. I slowly started pressing and moving my hands towards her ass curve..

as I reached her ass curve, I could feel her inners right above her ass.. I even put my fingers near her panties border to let her know that I could sense her panties.. she smiled and shook her body a bit.. wow baby..

then came the good portion, she now started scratching her hip portion in saree.. actually, she tried to pull her saree a bit low in her hip portion.. I can understand that she wanted me to work on her hip.. I rubbed both my hands as i was getting a bit cold due to some nervousness.. she also pulled her bed sheet and just covered it around her child and just over her face as well..

 I was totally horny, and could not wait any more.. I right away planted a kiss on her bare hip, placed my left hand on her ass, and as I planted the kiss on her bare hip, I gently pressed and released her ass.. she now took her hand to her mouth and was holding both her hands tight in excitement.. she laughed and shook for like a minute, and i was scared she would wake everyone up.. but after a minute, she turned and was now lying flat.. she put her left hand over her forehead, and her right hand was beside her, covering her child..

 I slowly caressed her side hip now and as her left hand was up over her forehead, I could have a side view of her 34 size boobs..

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I slowly moved my hand to her jacket, and gently reached for her nipple.. it was hard and erect, and I just rolled and played her nipple for about a few seconds.. she was getting very excited and gently tried to push my hand away.. I realized it, and stopped that action, but I held my whole palm on her left breast.. I slowly pressed it and released it.. I could feel her racing heartbeat, I tried to slowly move my hand to the other breast, but she resisted a bit, so I thought I will not play much..

 I just put my hand between her hip and her child and gently pulled her towards me, she slightly made some moves helping to get closer to me.. as I neared her I madly kissed her hip portion, and my hand was slowly reaching to uncover her navel in saree.. I was able to feel that she was putting her free end of the saree right over her navel and inserted it in her hip.. I gently removed that free end of the saree and reached gently for her navel.. I just put my middle finger in her navel and she started showing exciting reactions on her body.. I rolled my finger and she started feeling ticklish and laughed a bit again, put her left hand over her mouth so as not to raise voice.. I realized it, tried to control that action, and removed my finger from her navel and slowly moved it to her melons.. she lifted her hand a bit and helped me get there.. I now pulled her bed sheet over my hands on her boobs so that even if someone sees this, it would not be very clear as to what I was doing..


as I put my hands and covered it with the bed sheet, I reached her boobs and madly caressed and groped both melons alternatively and drawing lines over her cleavage and nipples.. she was now putting both lips inside her mouth and was trying to control her reaction.. I tried to stop the caressing, but she made some nodding asking me to continue.. I slowly and smoothly continued the action..

after a few minutes, she now even turned aside towards me facing her.. I placed my left hand on her right hip and gently pressed it.. I slowly caressed her ass and grabbed it, her body reaction was awesome.. the train was now slowing down, probably reaching a stop unfortunately, and I had to stop it.. she realized that and pulled her bed sheet and covered herself..

 I moved out of her place and went to the restroom and I could not believe what was happening for the past 30 minutes.. I just groped a sexy lady in and out, at my own will.. I refreshed and came back..

by the time I came back, she got herself fully covered and turned towards her side, showing her back to the way.. there was no reaction from anyone else in the compartment as everyone was in deep sleep.. seeing her fully covered posture, I was a bit doubtful, whether to continue or not.. thought I will try one more time and slowly placed my hands on hip portion over her bed sheet.. I started removing it slowly and gently placed my left hand on her hip again.. she was getting hotter and hotter and a little nervous too, so I could feel her sweat on her body.. suddenly I had an idea and I gently licked her hip portion.. she seemed to like it and gently tilted her head..


suddenly I heard some noise in the compartment, as someone was getting up from their berth, trying to get to the rest room.. I casually removed my hands and started moving out of her place.. however the guy was moving to the restroom on the other side, I didn't want to raise a suspicion.. I moved casually to the wash basin on the opposite end and tried to refresh myself.. I stood there for about 3 mins.. by this time, I thought the guy should be back at his place.. I was right as I tried to move back, I saw him getting on his berth and lying down.. it was hard to see anything from his place, as it was about 2-3 bays from the current one..

convinced that I have no one watching me, watching us actually ;-) I gradually moved to the lady's place and gently started tapping her hips..

she realized that I was there again.. she was lying flat now with her bed sheet up to her chest level. I slowly pulled the bed sheet off her body and put it just over her child.. she was sweating a bit due to covering her with that hard bed sheet.. I put my hands between her and the child, and pulled her towards me by her hip.. she also adjusted herself to near the corner of the berth.. I slowly lowered the slight covering of her saree over her waist, and kissed her waist, rolling my lips allover the bare waist.. she brought her hand to my head and started doing some sexy caressing on my hair.. her waist was a bit sweaty as I could feel her sweat when I kissed her hips.. this time I wasted no time, and lowered her saree cover on the hip portion a bit to reveal her navel.. it was so luscious.. I grabbed her by her hip, turned her towards me, I caressed up and down her navel for about a few seconds.. she again put her hand on my hair.. I madly kissed her navel lusciously.. I slowly moved my hand towards her legs, started caressing up towards her thigh and reached her soft bum.. I put my other hand on her boobs and groped her hard nipple..

 I made circular action around her nipple, she was sweating a lot now.. I grabbed her soft buttocks in high ecstasy.. I reached for her anus and caressed it for about a minute.. I put my finger around her vagina and made circles, eventually causing her very excited.. suddenly, I heard some movement from her child, and stopped it immediately.. she too adjusted herself and covered her bed spread and turned back..

 I thought I will not disturb her much.. as I thought of moving, I stepped back, grabbed her by her hip once more towards the corner of the berth, and kissed her back of the neck.. I gently tapped her hip and released my hold on her and then left her place back to my seat..

 

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Kaatupandi

MYTHILI


Mythili age 20, a final year college student living in southern city in Tamilnadu. Mythili family was a middle class family, she lived happily with her elder brother Ramu and with her parents. Mythili's pet dog named Johnny, a German shepherd breed dog. Mythili enjoyed every happiness in her life except one thing that is sex. She has lot of sex wishes in her heart, but she never enjoyed sex. She studied in a ladies college, then in a ladies college, so she never have a boy friend to enjoy, also the city she lived her parents is a traditional society so there girls will not roam with boys.

But Mythili has lot of sex pleasures in her heart, everything remains unsatisfied, so she daily do self sex in her home, sometimes she used to put jam in her pusssy and make her pet dog johnny to lick it. for the past 6 months johnny was her boy friend. on day morning Mythili's brother Ramu was talking to his friend Ramesh through mobile in upstairs. at that time Mythili went to upstairs but Ramu doesn't noticed her, he talked to his friend unnoticing Mythili. when Mythili reached the upstairs, she heard his brother voice, as " O.K da machi, Coming Sunday my parents and sisters are going to Chennai to attend our relative marriage, at that time u bring ur dog here and let us mate them".

By hearing this Mythili feel happy as well as sad. the reason for her happiness is that her secret boyfriend Johnny, her pet dog, also a virgin, is going to fuck a female dog and going to enjoy the sex pleasure. at the same time the reason for her sadness is that even her dog is going to enjoy sex pleasure, but Mythili, a 6 sense women doesn't get a chance to mate.

She feel very sad, daily nite her pussy lips will widen and she will do self sex using her dog. she prepared a plan, she thought that "I do not get a chance to fuck with a boy, bt my dog is going to fuck, so I want to watch how my secret boyfriend is going to fuck. she decided to stay home on that day and she want to watch johnny fucking another dog.

Days passed, Saturday comes, on that day Mythili parents get ready for going to Chennai, but Mythili remains calm. her mother asked her,
"Mythili, wont u get ready for the trip.
Mythili replied,

"no mom, I am suffering from mild stomach ache, sorry mom, I cant able to come to Chennai"

As soon as Mythili said like this, her brother shocked, bcos, the next day his plan wont happen smoothly. But he sat calm. He waited that her mother would convince her sister and took her to Chennai, he waited for a hour, but his mother and father went to railway station and Mythili stayed in home to see his secret boyfriend johnny to fuck.

Ramu went to railway station to drop his patients, he returned home, his sister Mythili went to her bedroom and slept. Ramu make a plan, he want to change his dog matting plan, instead of bringing his friend dog to his home, he decided to take his dog to his friends home. he make a phone call to his friend and told the matter to him. but his friend says that there is no proper room with proper space in his home for dog matting, he also told that let he brought the dog to his home and mate it with his dog in their upstairs and Mythili won't notice that.

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Next day morning Mythili wake up very early. She shaved her pussy and armpits, then she put some jam in her pussy and make her secret boyfrnd Johnny, her German shepherd dog to lick it, the dog too licked well and gave a good ecstasy to Mythili. the time was about 10 a.m, Mythili was eagerly waiting for his brothers friend and his dog arrival. suddenly his brother ramu arrived there, he gave 500 rs. to Mythili and asked her to go to market. but mythili refused to go to market, hinting that "that day is sunday, and a lot of reality shows are in satellite channel. But finally ramu threthened her sister mythili and asked her to go to market. he thought that minimum one hour would take for mythili to return, and that time gap is enough for him to make his dog to mate with his friends dog.


Mythili goes out, suddenly ramu called his friend Ramesh, who is waiting with his dog at the end of that street. suddenly Ramesh enters to Ramu house. they both tried to mate their dog. In Tamilnadu end of the year, preferably October to December is winter season and that is the opt time for dogs to breed. But unfortunately johnny doesn't care Ramus friend dog 'Nancy' both Ramu and Ramesh tried to mate their dogs, but johnny do nothing. they become tired. time passes, nearly after an hour, Mythili returned home..

When she enter her home, her dog johnny was just slept in the corner of the room, Mythili thought that Johnny was so tired after fucking Nancy. she entered home, at that time her brother mobile rang, and he spoke something to his office boss and he suddenly saw his friend Ramesh and said,

"machi, today bad luck for both of our dogs as well as or us, let us consult one veterinary doctor and then we mate our dog. Mythili heard this, she also felt sad, but she know how to arouse sexual feeling to her secret boy friend Johnny, so she planned, she decided to mate her dog with Nancy. Mythilis brother makes a move to his office, at that time Mythili stopped her brother and say, "annaa(in tamil annaa means elder brother), let u go to ur office, Ramesh annaa came to our house for the first time, and I like his pet dog Nancy so much, so let him stay here, finishes his lunch and he then he can go home, am also alone here, so if he is here till u come, I may pass my time with Nancy"

Ramu also accepted and he goes to his office. as soon as Ramu left the home, Mythili just go to the doorstep and she saw there for few minutes, after that she locked the gate and door, then she came near to Ramaesh and sit near to him, she called Nancy and she played with it for some time, occasionally she looked Ramesh and she laughed at him, Ramesh does not know the reason for her smile, after a few times, he asked to Mythili,

"hey Mythili, y r u laughing at me"

Mythili was waiting for these words, she came near to Ramesh, sat near to him, and slowly asked, "annaa... how is my johnny, definitely within 3 months ur Nancy wil give birth to some kids, I want one cute puppy annaa"

Ramesh was shocked by hearing that, as a traditional society girl talks like this, he doesn't have a answer for this, he managed and he starts spoke.
"hey Mythili, nothing happened, ur Johnny was so lazy, he doesn't do any thing.

On hearing this Mythili laughed loudly and said "haa haa.. annaa.. Johnny was not a lazy boy, he is an active boy, I think Nancy was not up to his expectation, better u put some make-up to Nancy and bring and I will ask johnny to fuck Nancy.

These words from Mythili makes Mamesh horny. Mamesh was eager, he thought in his mind that, "whether johnny fucks Nancy or not, but we got a good time and if we use this opportunity we can fuck Mythili" by thinking so, Ramesh laughed and says,

"no make-up is needed Mythili, but if u motivate Johnny it will definitely fuck Nancy.

By hearing these words, Mythili aroused, her pussy lips open widely, smiles dominates her lips. she smiled at Ramesh and asked, "O.K, I don't have any experience, u say, and I will do"

Mythili told this in a view that what ever Ramesh told to arouse Johnny, and Mythili would do that, but Ramesh misunderstood this that, what ever I say, Mythili will do"

So ramesh come close to Mythili, Mythili heart beat increased rapidly, Mythili looks at Ramesh face and asked, "hmm.. what do I should do, to make Johnny arouse.

Ramesh came close to Mythili and said, "I will say but u should not mistaken me.. ok"

Mythili just shook her head and she gave positive reply to Ramesh. Ramesh came much closer to Mythili and asked, "do u know how boys do self sex"

"hmm.. I know, I watched that in internet many times, boys will simply shake their cock" Mythili replied.

"hmmmm... same thing u r going to ur johnny, and I will induce Nancy, my rubbing her pussy.

By hearing this mythili laughed loudly.

"hey.. Mythili definitely it will work, do Mythili" Ramesh said.

Mythili laughed and kneel down in the floor and called her dog Johnny, Johnny came near to her, she looked at Ramesh and asked, "y don't u try this tactics with my brother.

Ramesh hold his dog Nancy in his hand, he sat near to Mythili and talked, "if ur brother is a girl then I wud try this with him, also ur dog is male so only a girl can arouse him, and mine is a female only a boy can arouse her.

Mythili laughed at Ramesh, she slowly puts her hand in her dog cock, and she gently starts rubbing Johnny cock. Johnny's cock starts to erect slowly, at the same time Ramesh slowly rubs his dog Nancy's pussy. after few seconds, Johnny starts licking it's cock, and it slowly stand and went near to Nancy. At that time Ramesh took her hand from Nancy pussy, and Johnny slowly starts licking Nancy pussy.

"both Mythili and Ramesh get up and stand near the window. Nancy starts to roam the room, and Johnny followed Nancy by licking it's pussy, at that time a hand touched Mythili, Mythili shocked and turn, bcos still that time no one touched Mythili, that was Ramesh, he told that,
"Mythili really ur Johhny was not a lazy boy, see there, how johnny was licking Nancy pussy.

on hearing this Nancy got enormous shy and that shy brought bulk of joy in her lips, Mythili doesn't have words to spoke, she just stand near Ramesh.
At that time, suddenly Johnny put his front leg in Nancy's back and it starts fuck Nancy, within few seconds, Johnny's cock wil come out of Nancy pussy, so Ramesh hold Nancy straight and he asked Mythili to sit near Johnny while it fucks Nancy.

The trick worked fine, Johnnys cock went in to Nancy pussy and it gets locked.
Johnny pumps it sperms in to Nancy, but its cock was locked in Nancy's pussy.
Mythili got afraid, at that time Ramesh hands hold Mythilis shoulder and said "Mythili its natural, if a dog fucks another dog, its cock will locked in pussy, we can separate it" Ramesh says like it and he gently rubbed his hands in her shoulder and travels his hand towards her neck. Mythili noticed this and she understands Mamesh wish, she was so happy, bcos on the same day Mythili as well as her dog were going to lose virginity, so she touched Ramesh hand and laughed at him. Ramesh suddenly striked with a stick in Johnnys cock, suddenly its cock has been relieved from Nancy pussy, both the dogs start licking their genital organs. Mythili sat in a sofa, Ramesh sat near to her and hold her hands gently.

Mythili fell down in Ramesh chest, and she told that, "Ramesh if my brother ask about mating, u tell that my friends came here, so I went out with them, and at that time Johnny and Nancy have mated.

Ramaesh slowly touched her soft boobs and told, "hm... ok.. I will manage my friend dear, ur dog and my dog enjoyed their first sex session, if u r ok, lets enjoy dear.

Mythili felt happy, crores and crores of butterflies starts flying inside her heart and the feeling tingles entire her body, she slowly touched Ramesh cock, at that time calling bell sound comes.
and that is his brother Ramu. So Ramesh and Mythili decided to go for outing and continue their relation.

Mythili welcomed her brother, Ramesh told to Ramu that the dogs were matted and at that time Mythili was not in home. Ramu believed this.

In the meanwhile Ramesh and Mythili became close friends.