Fiction In Action

  1. a. Deepika meets Alok I was studying in the first year of engineering college at that time, so was Alok. The first time I met Alok he was struggling with some luggage he was trying to get to his hostel room. I carried it for him till the boys' hostel gate, as he walked behind looking quite embarrassed. I wondered at the frailty of the poor guy, he seemed so weak and shy.He thanked me profusely the next time we met - I think it was in the canteen. I tried to make light of it by saying, "It's alright. What are friends for?" Unfortunately, he read too much into my statement.Whenever he had a problem with studies, he would come to me. At lunch and dinner time, he would come and sit next to where I was, unless I was with a couple or more of my friends in which case he would shy away. I put up with him, helping him and talking to him only as much as required and not encouraging him in any way.Sometimes I felt like I was just talking to one of my female friends, his man...

Even though I love to write but was never good at it, or had the drive to write much. So after a long break i thought I would give it a try again with a very short one.  I waited on the bed as moonlight filtered through the small window into the dark room, its been almost a month since he was here as he works in the city. I could hear him in the toilet knowing he would be here very soon.  This is the first time since it all began, he had been away from me for this long, I had tried to put on some extra effort. I hope he likes the new pink lipstick that I am wearing, I have learned in time with help from my brother's wife how to look my best for him. She has been also kind enough to send me a gift with him which I am wearing, a blue transparent baby doll nightie with matching thong panties.  I hear the bathroom door opening, as I turn around to look at him. Rahul was a big man over six feet tall, with a heavyset frame which easily dwarfed me. He wasn't wearing anything, as...

Oh What a Tangled Web We Weave. I noticed the woman the moment she walked into the cafeteria, for she looked so completely out of place. The cafe, in which I was sat, was the sort of place where the homeless go for a cup of tea and an hour's worth of warmth on a cold night yet she was immaculately dressed in a beautifully tailored skirt suit which did little to hide her curvaceous body. Her shoulder length blonde hair looked like she had just come from a salon and her makeup was immaculate. I could not help but stare in admiration as she slowly walked over to me on her high heeled shoes and then stared in amazement when she stopped in front of me and smiled enigmatically. "Mr Nehru, Anik Nehru?" she asked rhetorically. I just stared at her open mouthed for a moment until I recovered what wits I had. How did this woman know my name? "Yes." "My name is Ms Johnson, Charlotte Johnson. I was wondering if I might have a word with you." "What about?...