Minakshi was dressed in a red saree and was looking spectacularly beautiful on Diwali night. She did most of the decoration on her own for the house with the help of her maid indeed. The maid was on leave as she had to celebrate Diwali with her own family as well.
“So let's start from the beginning, Kabir. Shall we?” The woman in her late thirties asked the young man handcuffed to his chair.
“Oh, dear lord.. thank you, god you woke up.” Kabir intoned, gleefully staring at Sanjana. Sanjana looks at Kabir with a perplexed countenance; Kabir keeps beaming a passionate smile at her.
My sleep was disturbed by the noise of someone cleaning the clothes. The noise was of strokes of the brush over foamy fabric; it was coming from the bathroom. I think maybe it’s my wife. But then I recall my wife has left for her mother’s place and won’t be coming back until next week. Perhaps, she is back early. I propose a hypothesis to myself.
Mrs. Vanshika came & sat before her laptop screen in a dejected mood. The news that Only Fans had decided to ban explicit contents had dropped just then, and it hit her mood hard.
It has been just a week since Divyani got married to the royal family of Sundarnagar. She was only 20 years old but did not have much say in the decision of her marriage. If she had her say then she would definitely have wanted to pursue her studies, but instead she is now having to remain confined to the inner section of the large but aged palace.
Nadia was a well-renowned and heavily rewarded TV actress. She had over ten million followers on Instagram, one million on YouTube, and so on. Nadia was at the peak of her carrier and had a busy schedule shooting for TV serials, songs, or modeling for branded companies and media houses. She had more fame and wealth than she could spend in her seven lifetimes.
The weather forecast reported heavy spells of rain accompanied by heavy winds. It was soon to be lashing the city. Kasturi was savoring the howling breeze on the rooftop. She didn't care about the weather, was longing for the rain. She was not the kind of woman who would dance under rain or get damp for no reason. It just made her nostalgic about her childhood memories.
When she was merely 14-years-old, she met a boy. He was nine years older than her at that time. They fell in love, or at least that what she thought. She was excellent in her academic performance. One could say that she is a smart person. But just like the education system, her intelligence was hollow. She misjudged the boy and fell for his trap.
