Nandini was a divorcee living alone in a town close to a hill station. She was a tourist guide by profession. Life wasn't always like this for her. During her college days, she fell in love with one of her professors. The professor took advantage of her. The innocent Nandini thought he was going to marry her.
He felt suffocated as the cops held him tight on the ground with one of them strangling him with a wooden baton pressing on his neck. He grunted and groaned in pain as they captured him and pushed him into the dark cold cell, locking the iron gate. Fallen on the cold floor of the cell, Rohtesh writhed in pain before he managed to get up gathering all his strength and dragged his ass till, he reached the wall so that he could sit down resting his back.
He is the happiest man in the whole world to see his beloved marrying her choicest man. He watched them walking down the stairs after the wedding. They walked towards him as she was ecstatic to see him. He had that beautiful gentle smile on his face as he waited for her to come near him and flung her arms around him to hug him tight. “I am so happy… So so happy, my guardian.”
Ayden Roy got back his consciousness and found himself in a thatched hut. He tried to get up but he could not. "Arrgghhh fucckk", he writhed in pain. He was lying on a log of wood, carved like a bed. And for comfort there was hay on it, underneath his body. He looked around wondering where he was and who put him like this. Was he a captive of the criminals? He could not understand. He tried to sit up again resting on the left arm elbow but he failed and fell flat on the hay. And he saw a scantily clad black woman walked in the hut uttering the words that were beyond his imagination and understanding. But from her expression he could make out that he was in safe hands as she came close to him and caressed his forehead, pulled him up to sit down, resting his back on the wooden plank kept behind him on that piece of wooden log. While doing so she didn’t even bother if his face was clasped between her huge soft bosoms. He kind of felt safe with that gesture from her.
’"Splendid". Sania pressed the tip of her glass against her lip and took a small sip of piña colada. The sun had started to sink beyond the horizon, leaving the sky above the Arabian sea a shade of scarlet and saffron. "Inn'it gorgeous?" the waitress whispered in her broken accent as she bent closer to Sania's beach chair.’
Arushi was excited to see a family occupying the flat adjacent to theirs after almost a year's time. It was a small family of only two women, a 42-year-old mother, Sugandha and her 18-year-old daughter, Pranita.
The more and more they played with each other, the more they fell for each other. It was not just about RP life but a life they want to live out together even in real life. They met online on Facebook a year back. They never wanted to be in a relationship but played with each other the most. They wanted it to be absolutely virtual but human emotions play a bigger role to unite two hearts forever. It happened the same with them too. They could not resist anymore. Their feelings for each other were on the edge and they wanted to meet each other and know about each other in real life.
’"My name is Hope." She started and smiled mocking about something which was not very clear till she continued further. "But that day, I realised how hopeless my condition was..." She paused for a moment to gather herself and control the overwhelming emotions that were choking down her throat. "It all started when I and my sister, Haley went to the mall for shopping. Haley was 6 years older to me. She was a rebellious teenager while I was a very obedient girl to our parents. She was 21 and I was only 15. She promised to take me with her for shopping. My breasts were still small and they never needed anything to raise them up until now. My Mom asked my sister to buy a pair of brassiere for me so that I don't draw other's attention. Haley had a good laugh teasing and mocking me but took me with her to the mall. She negotiated with the lady in the mall and the lady took me in to the trial room to check which size fits me well. And unfortunately, I ended up buying the smallest of all.’
The wedding arrangements between the mighty king Wulfhere of Mercia and the most beautiful princess Ariana of Wessex went on with full speed as all the people of both the regions were very happy to have the peace treaty signed by both the kings after 20 years of enmity and bloodshed between them.
