Neeta stared at her large wardrobe which covered the entire wall on one side of the room opposite the large windows. An eclectic saree collection, matching blouses, hair accessories, bangles of various hues and matching slippers. She remembered each of the purchases. Some of them had too many memories, some were for anniversaries.
She took her time to decide. She still had four hours to get ready. She finally chose the kanjeevaram sari. It was bottle green with a beautiful maroon border embellished with gold embroidery. Continue reading →
Niyati walked hand in hand with Rohan on her way back from someone’s birthday party. It was late in the night and the moon was bright. It felt like a dream. At 16, her only wish was that Rohan should like her. And here she was. It didn’t end there. Continue reading →
Nayan wiped the sweat off his brow for the fifth time, but he was still feeling hot. It had nothing to do with the weather which was rather pleasant. His friend had said, the potion worked. Nayan should get Roja to consume it. And then, she will look at nobody but Nayan. The thought made him bolder.
The shopkeeper was watching Nayan. He came near him and asked in a whisper, ‘Don’t be afraid, sir. Do you want the love potion?’