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Tring- Tring...the phone rang, disturbing the stillness of the house. The dead of the house was temporarily disturbed by the shrill sound of the phone, and in the silence where even a small gush of the wind seems like a loud noise the ring could have given anyone a heart attack. The bats flew all over the place causing a chaos. The phone rang, and the spider webs danced to its tune. Suddenly every damp corner seems to have come to life, their ears trying to locate any sound other than the ring. The dust all over the place snapped their head up for a fraction of second, and like a pet dog settled down again knowing there's nothing much to happen. As the phone kept ringing, the house seemed to have come to life. The air felt charged up. the wind blew excitedly, as if waiting for someone to pick up the phone and deliver the long awaited good news. But no one came, and neither did the good news. The house felt like a paralytic someone, who desperately wanted to answer the phone, but couldn't.

To anyone else it must have sound strange, no one has lived in the house since as long as they remember, but the phone promptly kept ringing twice every week. No one had the idea why, and no one dared to find out. The house has stories, many of them, scary, of that of ghosts and dead souls still hovering in there. People believed them all. And why shouldn't they, the house has the perfect look to plot those kind of stories. Story tellers died, but the stories lived. And in time, the house was labeled the culprit of all horrific events. The poor house had no way out other than to bear the blame. No one ever knew of its tragedy. No one saw the pain the house went through, losing its owner one after another, and standing orphaned.

The continuous ringing of the phone was now getting the house agitated. It tried to escape the noise but in vain. Everything, everyone left the house except for this phone and its ring. It has been the friend and confidante, the witness of the innocence of the house. the house loved and cherished it, but at times hated it for reminding all the life that once existed under its roof.

As the ring died, the house settled back in to its hushed deathly silence.


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his touch burns me up like a firefly And like a wanton I crave for more of his touch...

I saw him standing at the board room door and my blood boiled. One glance to him was enough to bring me to rage.

"How dare he? Bloody son of a bitch." I murmured

No, please don't get me wrong. Abusing someone is not me. usually I am that cool and composed female. But somehow Mayur always get on to my nerves with his outrageous behavior. In simple words, I hated him.

This was a crucial meeting that I was supposed to present. My job depended on it. And there he was, the devil, ready to spoil my mood and my presentation. I tried my best to ignore him, but its tough with the kind of attention grabbing personality he had.

"Ohh so you are going to present this meeting haan?" he commented with his disgusting crooked smile.

"None of your business", I tried to sneak past him.

"You are going to spoil it for the company and yourself. I have seen your presentation."

I stopped in cold feet. "WHAT?"

He smiled

"How dare you, you....."

"....bastard, son of a bitch, scoundrel....or have you found a new word for me."

My head was pounding with anger. I began to move in. He held my hand.

"I can help you. I have a presentation ready. I can brief you in ten minutes and then you can present that to the board."

"I will prefer to get fired." I hissed.

He held my wrist tightly. I fought to break free, but his hold got tighter. I started fighting like a wild cat. He pinned me to the wall, his elbow on my throat. He was in close proximity to me, uncomfortably close. My breath coming shorter.

"You hate me so much, that you prefer to lose your job that take my help?"

"Yes."

He moved in closer

"Or may be you like me way too much for your own comfort."

"What do you mean?"

"Why are you breathing heavy?" he whispered on my face. I felt his warm breath, and it did something unusual to me.

I gasped at the realization, "its because you are chocking me".

He moved his elbow from my throat, held my wrists tightly at my back. His one hand handcuffing my wrists and I felt his other palm moving sensuously over the small of my back. I felt the heat creeping up to my face. My heart thudded in my chest, my breath even more heavy and shortened. This was not how it should be with him. I tried to remind myself of my hatred. But my mind failed me as his hands moved to my lower back, groping. I stood, my soft mounds crushed on his chest, embarrassingly I felt my buds responding to his closeness. His mouth moved close to my ears, nibbling my lobes,

"See that's what I mean".

Slowly his other hand crept under my skirt, on my thighs. I held my breath. My heart thudded in my chest. Here, I was standing in public, in the arms of the man I hate most, letting him molest me openly and taking pleasure from it. His fingers moved inside my warm folds, burning me even more. I heard him calling my name over and over again.

And suddenly I felt a pair of hands shaking me up.

"What, what happened?" I woke up, to the blinding glare of my laptop.

"You have been dreaming", Mayur smiled his same crooked smile, as if he knew what was I dreaming about,

I looked at him and remembered the dream.

..................And I blushed.




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Hope, her name.
Emerald eyes, angelic smile.
Laughter like first shower of rain.
Like the waves of the sea she would daily walk to me.
She would pull my cheeks, ruffle my hair.
And would say you are such a sweet KID.
I hated that.
At that moment I always wished I was her age.


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Tring Tring

Radhika waited until Ronan Keating finished singing "You say it best, when you say nothing at all" her all time favorite track from notthing hill. This song not only hold a special place in her heart but also extremely fond memories of her college life. This was the song that made her fall hard for the man singing this song, this song gave her the first ever love of her life, her college sweetheart. As the song ends, she takes off the earplugs of her ipod and plugs in that of her phone-

"Hello."

"Radhika?"

"Think of the devil and the devil calls", she said laughingly and the voice on the other side of the phone joined in.

Traun, her college sweetheart, the man who swept her off her feet by singing Keating. She is amazed how his voice can still send shivers down her spine just like the moment he said "I love you too" to her. Yes, it was her who proposed and Tarun with everything else fell for her unconventional and daring ways.

"I heard you are back in town for a while. How in the hell your husband let you go."

"Ahh I guess as usual some birdie chirped. Right?"

"Seems like marriage failed to capture your intelligence?" and they both laughed.

"Lets see if it got our sense of adventure or you still have it" dared tarun

"What do you mean?"

"5 o clock, same place."

"Tarun, am married."

"Chicken"

"Shut up"

"5 o clock?"

"Okay 5 o clock."

She was thrilled. during college she often sneaked out or made excuses to see Tarun. They would always spend some romantic time together. He was always adventuraous and immensly romantic. She still remembers how he took her for a candlelight dinner on a hilltop, among clouds on her birthday, one among many breathtaking gifts he had given her.

His call came as a surprise to her. Knowing his whereabouts she wasnt expecting him to be in town, atleast not today. Although she knew he would have found a way pretty soon, but this soon, was pretty much surprising. But this was tarun, her tarun.

She still had 3 hrs in her hand. She wanted to look her best. married or not, a date with tarun has always been special to her. She rummaged through her closet, chosing and discarding clothes, untill she settled for a wine red fish cut channel that she knew he was crazy about. She took a long bath and got ready. She was nervous, what was she going to tell her parents. But looks like being married has this one advantage along with many other, that no one asks you questions anymore. She took the chauffered car and dismissed it knowing very well that Tarun will take her around as he wishes and will finally drive her home. This sneaking out, secret date was giving her butterflies all over tummy.


She hated waiting and as usual he was late. someone closed her eyes from behind. She did not has to guess, she was intimately familiar with his touch. How can she ever forget the warmth of his skin where she had find her solutide numerous times. She squealed with delight as he turned her around, held her in his arms and took her for a spin.

"Hey", she jumped up and down like a child and squealed with deligh as she hugged him tight.

"Easy girl. Are you here to kill me?" he gave her a questioning look and they both laughed hard.

This is what she had always loved in him, the easy way he can make her smile, any given day, at any point of time.

"Come" he took her hand and dragged her to his car.

"Where are we going?"

"You will see."

She loved his surprises. After few minues of drive he pulled his car to stop on an exotic looking place

"Remember this?"

She held her breath as the scenery took her breath away as powerfully as last time she had been here.
High mountains rose to meet the sky. Clouds gently lowering themselfs to the peaks as if to take rest after a long walk. The waterfall so surprisingly emerging from somewhere among mountains, falling down with a sund that fills you with inner satisfaction and peace. And the river foaming where it meets the fall like someone has mixed packets and packets of surf in it. And few foots from where they stand was a table, a picnic table.

"Yes, how can I ever forget this place. This was something I fell in love with hard."

He raised an eyebrow at her answer

She laughed "ofcourse less harder than I fell for you" and they both laughed

"The last place we dated before moving out of college" she sighed

"The last place we dated before you got married" Tarun smiled

"Before we got married" she grinned.


"Happy anniversary babes."

"I thought you weren't going to make it."

"How could i have not."

Her eyes gleamed with light, matching to those droplets all over the fall that gleamed like million diamonds in sunset.


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