Story 142

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Story 142

on April 11, 2019

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Story 115

In continuation of Story 114. The Story begins here

She felt the warmth of the morning sun on her cheek. She stirred awake and opened her eyes. His face was so close to hers; he was sleeping on his back while she was facing him, her hair stuck to his cheek.
She took a deep breath and smelled his shampoo. She was tempted to run her fingers over his cheek.
She had not meant to fall asleep in his bed. Her neck was stiff, and her shoulder ached because of the awkward position she had slept in.

She tried to get up without waking him up. Her Pallu had come off her shoulder and was stuck between the two of them, his arm resting over it. She tugged at the Pallu trying to pull it from under his arm. He stirred in his sleep and she froze. She did not want him to know she had slept in his bed. Of course, she was assuming that he had not woken up in the middle of the night and had not already seen her.

She did not want him to see her like this, so close to him.
There was yet another reason why s…

Story 114

In continuation of Story 113. The Story begins here
The smile warmed his heart, but he did not read too much into it. He knew it was a smile of relief, because she had managed to get back home in time; it also had a touch of awkwardness, because of the circumstances in which they had met, the time they had spent in his house. Last but not the least – it was a smile that said thank you. He never knew a simple smile could mean so many things at once and mean nothing at all. One moment, there she was, smiling at him and the next moment she closed the door and was gone.

***

She closed the door immediately and rushed to the bedroom, hoping that her husband had not seen her standing at the door. Most importantly, she hoped he had not seen her looking at the stranger across the street.
Her husband was the one who was cheating on her and she was worried about him finding out that she had been sharing a glance with the stranger. She shook her head as she started to take off the saree the str…

Story 146

In continuation of Story 145
The story begins here.

“Hi, my name is ___, I was abducted, tortured and raped multiple times for weeks. No one knew where I was. My parents told me they searched for me; my case was still open but there was very little they could do. This man had kept me far away from the city, in an isolated place; at his farm, I think. Finally, when I got the chance; I killed him and saved myself. Dialled 911 and was found. I tried to kill myself when I was in the hospital. The nurse who was with me asked me how I could do that? She could not believe that after surviving the assault, after saving myself, I would give up and try to commit suicide. I could not explain it to her. I was not killing myself; I was killing my rapist. I was stuck in a sort of loop. Even after being free, even after being safe, it was as if he was still a part of me. I started having nightmares. The hospital staff tied me down, which worsened things. When I jabbed a scissor in my neck, I was ac…

Story 119

Extended version of the series (Story 108 to Story 118)
In continuation of Story 118. The Series begin here

They did not have sex that evening; they lay semi-naked in bed facing each other. It had been a long time since he had been so close to a woman, and the first time he was close without having sex. She ran her fingers over his cheek and kissed him on the mouth. He closed his eyes, he wanted to cherish every moment.

He told her how he had fallen in love with her when he had seen her for the first time. And, he knew it was not the addiction – what he felt for her was different. He told her how he had convinced himself that she was out of his league and he had never imagined that a day would come when he would be so close to her.

She said nothing. She moved closer to him and he put an arm around her, his hand resting on her waist. She closed her eyes.

He had hoped she would say something. Tell him that she felt the same way about him. Yes, things had changed between them, but it a…

Story 143

Life is made up of several little things and then there are big things that change the course of your life.

She was a seventeen year old simple, normal, healthy girl; eagerly waiting for her Eighteenth birthday. She was good in her studies, always got good grades, had many friends, few really close friends.

All her friends, even the close one’s had long explored their own bodies and had even lost their virginity to their boyfriends. She did not have a boyfriend. Did not attempt to explore her body and she was a virgin; waiting for the right kind of person and the right time. Peer pressure never worked on her even though her friends tried to hook her up with the besties of their boyfriends. When they had to go out with their boyfriend, her friends told their parents they were going to study with her in the local library, and she confirmed it for them over the phone. She told her parents she was going to the local library to study and she did. The main section of the library closed in …