55F: The Consent

He couldn’t do it. What would she think of him? Years of love and trust could be destroyed by a piece of paper. But then it was ‘their’ order and he had no choice. He fought his fears, wiped off the nervous sweat, and finally approached her.

“Mom..”

“Can you sign my School Progress-Report?”

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Promises…

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Promise 1

“Hey Beautiful…” he winked at her. She just couldn’t help smiling.
Those beautiful dimples of hers, behind that careless lock of hair caressing her face could make any guy fall in love. Sunil was no exception.
“Do you love me?” she asked.
“More than my life, Aarthi…” he promised with a peck on her cheeks.

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Promise 3

Time had moved on, and so had Sunil.
“Hey Gorgeous…” he winked at her. She just couldn’t help smiling.
“You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen” he hugged her tight.
She smiled shyly and asked him, “Do you love me?”
“More than my life, Shrishti…” he promised with a peck on her cheeks.

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Promise 2

It was 1 AM when the Doctor met Sunil.
“We did everything we could, but the bleeding wouldn’t stop.”
“Aarthi was going to die.” he was told.
She held his hands, tears in her eyes, and made him promise.
He was going to love their new born more than his life.
They named her – Shrishti…

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Up & Above

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Up & Above

Yayyy… They shouted, trying to match the thundering roar above them…

Kids clapped their hands in glee as they saw the smoke making all strange shapes like a careless child’s crayon on a blue canvas. “Isn’t it beautiful?” a few eager mom’s asked their awestruck toddlers, who just could not stop watching them and nodding.

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Kids screamed for their lives, while their mothers tried to find them a safe harbor. With hope in their heart and a prayer on their lips, they just hoped that this wouldn’t be that rain of fire that was to burn them alive.

Vrooom… They thundered past overhead like bullets piercing the blue sky…

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Yayyy… They shouted, trying to match the thundering roar above them…

The military jets zipped past the home air-space much to the delight of people waving from below.

They entered enemy territory and had to bomb a target, near a civilian colony.

Vrooom… They thundered past like bullets piercing the blue sky…

It was War…

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55 Fiction: The Feast

“Hungry? Almost done son. Be there in 5 mins.” Raj hung up.

The Hyderabadi Biryani, Romali Roti and Malai Kofta gravy were ready. A dash of cashew over the Kheer and he was done.

“Tell master that lunch is ready.” Raj told the butler before he grabbed a packet of bread and dashed towards the Cook’s quarters.

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55 Fiction: Criminal

He walked towards her with a knife’s blade gleaming in his hand. She grew numb, she wasn’t going to let him do it without a fight. She kicked him hard. He dodged it easily. He pushed her down, and the knife pierced the flesh. She screamed “Mom… Suri’s eating my share of the chicken again.”

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