Category: Stories

“Come on; don’t tell me you're shy.” “I’m not shy, okay…but here? Now?” Yashika looked at Ayaan and sighed. “Why not here?” she asked. “Why’re you so scared?” “I’m not scared,” Ayaan said. “But what if someone comes in and sees us?” “No one will come in,” Yashika replied. “They know we’re studying and no… Continue reading [fiction] Just Out of Curiosity

(This was first published in The Writer's Eye magazine.) “What? Arranged marriage? Me? No way!” From surprise and shock, my facial expressions made a sea change to you-gotta-be-kidding-me and forget-about-it. “What do you mean by no way? You’re never going to marry?” My mother asked me. “Of course I will marry,” I replied. “I’ll marry… Continue reading [fiction] The Arranged Love

He had done this before, it was easy enough. All Vinod had to do was start following her on Twitter; it didn’t matter if he interacted with her or not, didn’t matter if she followed him back. In fact, he liked it better when she didn’t follow him back. He preferred the comfort of anonymity.… Continue reading [fiction] Following Her On Twitter

“Come on, get up! We’re going shopping,” my wife declared.“Umm, huh? What?” I somehow managed.“Come on,” she continued, pulling the bed covers off me. “I just talked to Yesha; we’ve been invited to a cocktail dinner tonight.”“So?” I asked, trying to make sense of my suddenly hazy world.“So? What do you mean so?” She asked.… Continue reading [fiction] Outside The Trial Rooms

Everything was red about that day. Their college was celebrating Rose Day. It was the 14th of February, but Valentine’s Day was something that the administration weren’t comfortable promoting. Rose Day, it was, hence. Tarun had come prepared. He sat on his bike, amid a world of fellow youngsters giving and receiving red roses. He… Continue reading [fiction] Seeing Red

Spent, you roll yourself from on top of her to beside her. You lay together on the bed, both of you breathing heavily. A minute later, once you're sure your heart won't explode, you turn and look at her. She’s looking at you as well; her lips that were locked with yours a bit earlier… Continue reading [fiction] Let’s Dress Each Other Up

“FUCKING HELL! MOTHERFUCKING SHIT! FUCK…FUCK… FFFFFUUUUUCCCCKKKKK!” Ranvir slammed his hands on the car’s bonnet as he screamed out in frustration. He kicked the car’s tyre, hit the bonnet again, not caring about leaving behind dents. It wasn’t his car, after all. It was a friend’s car; he’d just been using it to make out with… Continue reading [fiction] One Tight Slap