Minty smiled tentatively at the pretty South-Indian looking girl standing beside the staircase. They’d just ‘adjourned for tea’ after an introductory session where they’d all been asked to introduce themselves, and all she could remember from it was that a guy behind her had said he liked to cook; she’d wanted to see who it [...]
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She stretched langurously, hitting her leg on the hard-bound copy of Mulla that lay on the bed. “Shit!”, she said, suddenly wide awake. “Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit! I fell asleep!” She stumbled off the bed, dragging the quilt onto the floor, and pulled out a toothbrush.
Staring at the mirror over the washbasin, she could [...]
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He heard a cycle pull up behind him, and turned around. She was getting off the bike, pushing the hood of her raincoat back with one hand. “It’s been a while, hasn’t it?”, she smiled, as she climbed the steps. “Bani?!”, he said, rather uncertainly, as she took out a key and opened the door. [...]
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“So,” she said, crossing her legs, “post?”
She stretched out a hand to take the bundle from him. A plump, light brown arm. Smooth, newly waxed skin that dimpled at the elbow. Four scars, he counted. Not neatly parallel like he’d been led to believe by numerous horror movies, but haphazardly across the back of [...]
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“So,” she said, crossing her legs, “post?”
She stretched out a hand to take the bundle from him. A plump, light brown arm. Smooth, newly waxed skin that dimpled at the elbow. Four scars, he counted. Not neatly parallel like he’d been led to believe by numerous horror movies, but haphazardly across the back of [...]
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What do I do with this? Why do I still have what she gave me?
I first came to know of her existence through one of those online matrimonial services. I don’t know what had made me register there - some strange impulse? But I’d made sure my profile was witty, interesting. I’d never been one [...]
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The email said “Meet me at my place at 4.45 pm - sharp. Ben.” He didn’t know a Ben. Never had. Should he go? Where?
So he sat and waited, watching the clock. Literally, not the way he did everyday. Tick-tock, tick-tock. It wasn’t the clockwork (who made clockwork clocks, anyway?) It must’ve been supposed to make [...]
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