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The mellow golden sunlight filtered through the window drapes, some birds chirped, the cool air from the air-conditioner hit her bare arms and shoulders. Naina dragged in a deep breath, her eyes still closed, her brain slowly returning to consciousness. Was it time to wake up? She shifted her…
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Gleaming granite counter tops, fogged up glasses of the shower cabinet and the mirror, the creamy tiles and shiny faucets, neatly arranged fluffy towels, over-sized bathrobe behind the closed door – Sameer was used to seeing all this in his bathroom by now. But, it was the first time…
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The sky was a blazing blue, the bright sun a celebration of yellow; the dried grass nodding in the summer breeze, insects buzzing around the majestic red poppies. A group of three huffed up a steep set of stone stairs, wiping their sweat, pausing at regular interval, guzzling water.…
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Next morning Naina woke up determined to fulfill her resolution of winning Sameer back. It shouldn’t be difficult at all, she was confident of that. She just needed to apologize properly, tell him repeatedly that she loved him, and he would melt within minutes giving in to her. And…
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Number 18 was said to be denoting the emotion of sacrificing self to fulfill a larger vision; a number in some mythology representing slavery and bondage. Sameer Maheshwari didn’t know all this, and never even thought about meaning behind numbers but Naina’s 18th birthday had rocked the very foundation…
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Now One year later, another house was decked up like a bride, the festivities surpassing the ones at Nirmal Jyoti society. The huge gates were lighted up, the entire lawn dotted with figurines, the bushes sported fairy lights, and the huge white bungalow gleamed with different colors of lights…