Sometimes one shot of tequila is more potent than an entire glass of margarita… Similarly, one shot stories can convey a lot more than a full-length book.
It was a particular humid day in the city of dreams – the weather was peculiar, a smattering of grey…
It was one of the regular mornings at Maheshwari house. The swimming pool glittered in the sun, the white exterior…
The plane started to taxi out of the terminal, airhostesses moved to and fro making sure everyone was adhering to…
Sameer Maheshwari was newly married and sometimes felt like a fish floundering out of water. He had known Naina since…
Naina had known that things would change after marriage. She had known that husband and wife shared room, bed, bathroom.…
The curtain of darkness seemed to be impregnable, the lights seemed to have turned out forever, and there was this…
“Main Madhuri nahi hun, lekin banna chahti thi… tumhare liye.” The single line from Naina threw him off balance, and…
Naina Sameer Maheshwari was flustered… Her fingers moved agitatedly over her empty neck. She had lost her mangalsutra. Oh what…
Naina sat near the window, tears spilling down her face. She was back in her room, or rather the room…