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Altering Ego – 26 Short Love Stories

April 1, 2020
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Welcome to 26 Short Love Stories – a quick read to go on a fantasy ride of Mills & Boons kinda romance. Some stories are cooked out of imagination and some are part of real-life experiences (personal & borrowed). Hope you enjoy reading them as much as I enjoyed writing 🙂

Pitter-patter of raindrops created a pleasant cacophony on the tin-shed roof. Usually, the chaotic college canteen was wearing a deserted look today. Reema decided to utilize this time and prepare for her inter-colligate seminar speech. This is the last leg of her MBA journey she commenced two-years ago, a very bright student, in fact, one of the best and the reason she is chosen to spearhead the students exchange program in her esteemed college. Prof. Nair (Vice Principle IIFT) announced her IIFT’s own prodigy in one of the interviews aired on National Television.

“Madam, sit here or else you will get drenched“, said canteen waiter.

Her thoughts took an abrupt halt and she scanned around to check her surroundings. A bunch of students, her classmates mostly were sitting around as if waiting for someone anxiously. ‘What’s happening’, she waved to enquire around, ‘waiting for Abhay, yar!’ replied a guy from the lot.

Abhay! Her heart skipped a beat listening to his name and she turned back to her books in dismay. Mr. Showoff, college’s star, a business geek, and a pig-head she garbled in her head. There is nothing this man can’t talk on, current affairs, politics, literature, external affairs, politics, gaming, and business, just anything. On top it up, he is handsome like hell! They have a weird animosity from the very beginning when everyone backed Abhay for a business project-study but Reema took the lead and scored highest.

“Clash of Titans, have you ever heard of that Ms. Padhaku“, Abhay commented when they began on the project last year. Reema, replied back after she won the title flaunting off her certificate – “Titan who, Mr. Showoff?” It was the last decent one-on-one interaction they had. After that, it was only snarls, angry looks, and unsaid animosity.

She saw everyone leaving the canteen as Abhay never turned up. It was her signal to go back to work and finish up before the commotion resumes. She was rumbling through the pages when a tap on the table made her lookup.

A set of grey eyes were looking at her with curiosity, ‘What are you doing here alone, didn’t you see the weather?’

His grey sweatshirt was matching the intense eyes, tiny droplets falling down from hair to his cheeks and that strong jawline. He looks damn good in the stubble thought Reema, when he prodded again – “Hello! I am talking to you, milady!” Abhay was quizzically looking at her with a smirk.

“What! Nah nothing, I was just taking notes for our program. You were saying something?” she bluffed to hide her clumsy reaction of checking him blatantly. How can he always look this hot? She whacked herself in head and got back to the present situation.

“Well, Ms. Padhaku, can’t you do it in the hostel? Look at the sky it’s’ pouring heavily, or if you wish to get stuck here for reason that’s OKAY.” Reema glanced out of the canteen and could not see beyond 5 meters, it looks gloomy. She picked up the books, her bag and started to leave when he caught her hand, “How will you go? May I will drop you!“

“Oh, come on Abhay, I am not one of those who will blushingly accept whatever you offer. I know the way and can walk. Thank you for your concern.” She couldn’t feel anything except his touch on her hand. He still has the same magic on her, shrugging off his hand she started towards the exit.

The weather turned to worse in no time, streets were flooded and the main gates of the campus were locked. The security guard at the gate asked Reema to wait until it stops raining; she got so angry about being stuck here due to her stupidity. There were just a handful of college staff members who were busy sipping hot tea and chatting aloud. The whole floor was empty, the library and classrooms were closed so she climbed back to the canteen.

Thankfully it was working and has some people around. She ordered tea and sat in the same place she was sitting earlier in her favorite corner. Abhay was standing at the extreme corner; he saw her coming but did not acknowledge her presence.

It was obvious; she was rude to him in their last conversation. She earned it! Meekly Reema walked towards him with two teacups and an apology plastered on her face. He thanked her for the tea and started looking back to the oblivion.

What Happens next in the Story…

Will Reema apologize to Ahaby for her rudeness? What happens when you don’t express your true emotions/feelings? Come back here to read the next chapter in this short love story college romance love story.

This post is written for Blogchatter’s A2Z challenge – #BlogchatterA2Z a roadrunner challenge of 26 posts in April. My theme is 26 Short Love Stories and this is just the beginning.

Short Love Stories

Keep Reading and please share your feedback in the comments below. Let me know if you can connect to the story or if any particular ‘kind’ of love story you want to read.

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Karthik woke up with the humming sound coming from the backyard. He remembers shutting down and parking his thunderbird correctly, last night despite having the torturous backache.

Coming out of bed was as difficult as climbing up to his room with this insufferable pain, none of the orthopedics could diagnose the reason for his acute pain. He ran from one hospital to another, consulted the best experts in the country, but all in vain.

The nagging humming sound stopped but a deep thud sound came from the attic. He started climbing the stairs while he reached the top flight, sudden realization struck – the back is not aching anymore. Stretching his torso at all directions it confirmed, ‘the pain was gone’, elated to dialed mom’s number.

‘Amma, it is gone. I don’t feel the pain at all,’ he said in a gleeful voice. But there was no answer from the other side.

Puzzled, he disconnected and called again, ‘Amma, can you hear me?’

Still no reply, he could hear the thud again from above. Confused he started climbing the attic, he could see Amma’s footwear on the floor, worried he entered to check what’s wrong with the mom.

Behind the fallen boxes, a woman was lying in the pool of blood, an invisible trail of bloody footsteps were coming toward him. Before he could realize whats happening he felt as if someone climbed on his back, and the ache was back again.

Unable to decipher what and how this has happened, Karthik glimpsed a dark shadow piggybacking on his back in the blood slattered on the floor.

Disclaimer

This is a work of fiction. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents in this post are either the product of the blogger’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

This post is part of Blogchatter Half Marathon Aug ’21

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I Hate You More – Part 2

April 9, 2020
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Welcome back! I am glad to see you here, your comments and feedback are my motivation to write more and explore different perspectives of romantic fiction writing.

Disclaimer – This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. Reader discretion is advised.

The ships were unloading at the dock, bustling with daybreak’s chaos, the port is the last place anyone would like to visit first in the morning. But some people don’t have a choice, they follow what is asked from them – obediently.

Cranes were busy picking up the cargo from the ships and placing them in chronological order for further inspection. A green-colored container, hanging from a giant crane was moved directly to the truck standing at the back of narrow passageway. The inspector signs the clearance papers and waves it to move away.

“Move it!” yelled an authoritative voice and truck started rolling out slowly. He has done the task assigned, perfectly yet again, proving his dominance for the role.

Driving his own car, a Range Rover Extended Wheelbase, black beast an embodiment of luxury, power and a killer drive, Joseph looks all but dangerous. Entering the Givani estate he killed the smoke and pulled out of the driveway. A long look at the pastures and he can see Nikkie galloping with Marrie, her favorite mare.

She is an adorable thing, beautiful but furious like a tigress enclosed in a cage. He likes her temperament, his instant aphrodisiac. Keeping the kinky thoughts away, he enters the veranda to meet Savio Givani.

“The cargo has arrived Boss,” he said in a low-keyed tone. Savio doesn’t like high pitch voice inside these four walls. He is the only master of his universe until Nikkie gets married off, and soon.

“How many times I told you not to call me that, I am like your father, Josie boy!” he gave Joseph a gentle pat on the back. “as always, my boy, as always. Well Done.”

Read Part 1 of this story here.

Joseph doesn’t like it when Savio calls him ‘Josie’, ‘it makes me feel like a girl,’ he cursed inside, but could never muster the courage to say it loud. Seeing Nikkie descending from Marrie to come inside, he straightens up a little to look taller and powerful.

Already six feet two-inch-tall or maybe little more in height, broad shoulders, masculine chest, chiseled body with a strong jaw-line. He is everything, girls desire in their private room behind closed doors.

Nikkie entered the sitting area, in a better mood after spending time with Marrie. Placing a swift peck on her father’s cheek, she got up to leave them to their business-talks.

“Won’t you say HI to Joseph? What did he do now, forgot your gift or birthday?” blurted Savio in dismay. He never understood women despite of marrying thrice!

She looked back to her dad with frowned brows, “he is your pet, not mine,” and she walked past Joseph with her nose high.

Her floral fragrance entered his senses and the urge to have her returned with a vengeance. He took an excuse to talk to her and started following Nikkie. Just around the corner, he pulled her towards the outer wall and clutched her waist tightly.

“What the hell are you doing?” she shrieked when he placed his masculine hand on her soft mouth to shut it. Coming close to whisper in her ears, “I can be your pet again, but you just have to ask nicely.”

His tone was sensual, she hates him to the core but this voice still turns her on.

Joseph inhaled her fragrance deeply and loosened his grip, she didn’t move despite being free. He still has magic on her, it’s the raw desire which defeats her determination. Her eyes were melting under his carnal stare, she can feel the sensual tension building up between them.

It took a strong resolve to move away from him, she stepped back and hurried towards her room. Once inside, she bolted the room and went straight to her bed. The images from the past came rushing back to her, their bodies on this very bed, entwined together, exploring each other wildly.

Before her mind could go any deeper into the memories, she picked up the phone to call an inter-state taxi.

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The post is written as part of #A2ZChallenge & #BlogchatterA2Z. To read the previous post, please click here,

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