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In continuation of Story 72.

"The Approval"

The short vacation they took for getting over the past did not help as much as he had hoped it would. In fact, the little things that defined their marriage before; that were an essential part of it somehow took a back seat. That night at the cottage when she had put her arm around him was the last time they had any physical connection. The conversations dried. Both were aware it was too early to consider starting a family again. Both realised the lack physical intimacy and their unwillingness to initiate sex. It seemed as if their relationship needed approval from time.

Each day began and ended in the same way. The loss seemed to take a toll on their relationship and neither of them knew how face it. As a couple, they were meant to deal with the loss together; but on the other hand they both thought it was best to give each another time to heal separately. Neither of them could be supportive of the other when they themselves were not able to deal with the pain. She made breakfast; he ate and went to work. She cleaned the house, did laundry, he attended meetings and had video conferences. She looked at her belly in the mirror after she undressed for taking a shower, remembered the baby and cried. He saw a pregnant colleague and imagined how his wife would have looked during the late stages of pregnancy, but he could not cry. He came back in the evening; his wife welcomed him with a glass of water. They watched television, changed channels whenever an advertisement involving an infant showed up. They had their dinner in silence and then went to bed. First on their backs, then facing each other and finally with their back to each another.

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Story 73

In continuation of Story 72.
"The Approval"

The short vacation they took for getting over the past did not help as much as he had hoped it would. In fact, the little things that defined their marriage before; that were an essential part of it somehow took a back seat. That night at the cottage when she had put her arm around him was the last time they had any physical connection. The conversations dried. Both were aware it was too early to consider starting a family again. Both realised the lack physical intimacy and their unwillingness to initiate sex. It seemed as if their relationship needed approval from time.

Each day began and ended in the same way. The loss seemed to take a toll on their relationship and neither of them knew how face it. As a couple, they were meant to deal with the loss together; but on the other hand they both thought it was best to give each another time to heal separately. Neither of them could be supportive of the other when they themselves were not…

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Story 73

In continuation of Story 72.
"The Approval"

The short vacation they took for getting over the past did not help as much as he had hoped it would. In fact, the little things that defined their marriage before; that were an essential part of it somehow took a back seat. That night at the cottage when she had put her arm around him was the last time they had any physical connection. The conversations dried. Both were aware it was too early to consider starting a family again. Both realised the lack physical intimacy and their unwillingness to initiate sex. It seemed as if their relationship needed approval from time.

Each day began and ended in the same way. The loss seemed to take a toll on their relationship and neither of them knew how face it. As a couple, they were meant to deal with the loss together; but on the other hand they both thought it was best to give each another time to heal separately. Neither of them could be supportive of the other when they themselves were not…

Story 27

He woke up startled and looked at her, she was sleeping peacefully. The noise that he had heard had to have come from someone else. There was no one else in the room but the two of them, so it had to be from him. He did not remember the dream, he did not remember he had been dreaming at all. He could not think of any reason why he made that weird noise that sounded like a sob.

He stared at her for some time, she was sleeping on her side and facing towards him. Her face so calm, her breathing regular. It sort of lulled him back to sleep.

He was sitting on his knees on his bed, knife in his hand and blood dripping from the edge of it. He was looking towards at what lay in front of his eyes, white linen stained with red – white linen stained with blood, her blood.
Her half naked body lay sprawled on the bed, her hair a tangled mess.

He screamed.

Story 3

She stared at him from her seat at the corner in the back of the class. He was talking to a girl sitting next to him. They always sat too close to him. She could not sit that close to him, at least not in the class. All girls were whores, trying to woo him, get him in bed with them. But he was not interested in them. She knew. She smiled.

He was just having a conversation with a girl sitting next to him but the girl was reading too much into it. He whispered something in the girl’s ear and the girl giggled. The next moment he turned around and their eyes met. He looked at her, acknowledged her presence in the class so what if she was sitting in the corner at the back. She smiled and he winked. She could feel her body temperature rising. Something wicked was happening to her; her breathing increased, she was trembling and her stomach did the somersault.

Story 145

In continuation of Story 144. The story begins here.

When he woke up, he climbed out of bed and walked out to put on his jeans; he left her alone, lying naked in the bed. During her time underground, she had gotten used to being naked; but out here in the open, in daylight she felt too exposed. She curled into foetal position and fell asleep.

She woke up when he came back to the room, sat on the bed and ran his hand through her hair matted with sweat and dirt.
“You need a bath” he said.
He walked out of the room and returned after some time.
“Let’s go” he said and she climbed out of bed and followed him out of the bedroom. She felt too exposed and tried to conceal as much of her nudity as she could. He looked at her, one arm covering her breasts and the other over her privates and he laughed.

He made her stand under the shower while the bathtub filled with water. She reacted to the hot water as it made contact with her skin, it hurt at first but then she gave in and relaxed as the …

Story 82

He switched off his computer, picked up his car keys and rushed towards the elevator. He was late, he was always late. His daughter had to wait at the school after all her friends had already left. He was helpless – he was trying hard to balance work and the personal responsibilities in addition to mourning his personal loss.
He was new at all this, he did not know how to do it. He was trying his best; his daughter knew it as well and she never complained but he felt guilty.

After reaching the parking lot he ran towards his car, got into it and drove out immediately, waving to the security guard on his way out. He put the car in top gear and drove in the school’s direction. When he reached the school, he found his daughter sitting on the stairs. She got up and walked towards the gate when she saw his car. The peon of the school spotted him and brought his daughter towards his car.

Story 113

In continuation of Story 112. Story begins here.
She had been avoiding it for a long time; but now she wanted to make sure her doubts were right. She knew if she confronted her husband he would take her on a guilt trip.
She finished taking shower and walked out of the bathroom. She had to admit, it helped. Her husband was making vegetable pulao when she walked to the kitchen.
He kissed her on the forehead and asked how she felt. She told him she felt better already and would not mind taking over making lunch. He insisted that she took rest, therefore she went back to the bedroom and rested. She fell asleep.

She was awakened by the soft touch of her husband who was stroking her hair. Lunch is ready he told her and they both walked out. They finished their lunch in silence and he did the post-lunch cleaning while she watched him. A part of her wanted to enjoy the attention while the other part was desperately waiting for him to walk out of the house. She knew he would.

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