Gleefully, I glance down at my nail art. It's painted royal blue and silver flowers.       "You love your nails?" Sippy asks, smiling. She's wearing a red top with blue sweatpants. She is walking here and there in her room.        "Yea," I wiggle my nails at the camera, "See! I love them."       "Dress up, Suhana," Mini says, walking into my room. She's wearing a blue lehenga with a pink shade design in it. Her hair is tucked in a small bun at her nape. Her eyes are surrounded by blue eyeliner.       "You're looking so beautiful." I pout my lips and give her a flying kiss.      "Do you wanna attend her wedding function in your shorts?" She asks as she puts her hand at her waist giving me a stiff look.        I shake my head, "But

                                    I'm suffering from dread and terrible feelings. I don't know what she's thinking? She's behaving a bit strange after our dance, in a good way. I could feel love for myself. I'm almost positive.       I smile. I pulled over the car in the Parking lot. She's looking nervous. I glance at her. She's still gazing out of the window with a small tug on her lips.       "We're home, Jaan." I softly say. I don't wanna startle her.       Her neck swivels. She blinks as she throws her gaze over my shoulder.       I step out of the car and stride around. I opened the door for her. I love to do little things for her. I advance my hand.       Her smile gets bigger. She places her hand on me. Her skin is so soft. I miss feel

                                A sense of being watched pickles along my skin as the hair on my back rises. I glance back, snapping my eyes around. I could get nothing. That feeling is still seated inside me.       "Are you looking for me?" Harleen says as she stops before her. She's dolled up in a black shoulderless tight gown, exposing her cleavage.      I chose to stay quiet. She snorts when I just stare at her.       "I was thinking of you as an intelligent woman." She tightens her red lips.       "Should I say, you're not welcomed here?" Mini snaps. She glares at Harleen. Her grip tightens around the glass she's holding.       "Your mother is so possessive," Harleen mocks her, twisting her lips.      "Stay away from h

                  It was a fatiguing day. My feet are aching walking in heels. He didn't leave my side. His arm stayed around me as he's protecting me from something dangerous.      I walk over to the pool after changing into shorts, kick off my slippers, and stick my legs in the water.      I smile at him. He keeps himself afloat with small movements of his feet and waves of his strong muscular arms on top of the water.      Our gazes lock. He slowly closes the gap between us until he’s directly in front of my legs. He places his hand on the edge as he glances up at me.      He smiles. He gives a little push to his body, backward. With slow movements of his arm, he slides away from me. He slinks underwater for a few seconds. When he comes back up again, he wipes all his hair out of his forehead. He ra

                       I keep looking at him. My cheek is pressed hard against the pillow. I want it to swallow me. He fastens his cufflinks. There's grace in his every small move. I'm the opposite of him. I'm quarrelsome sometimes, I'm always ready to fight for my rights. He's calm like a calm sea. He handles things with love. He knows to make my anger disappear.        I blinked, breaking the spell of my thinking of him. He buttons his waistcoat and grabs his coat from the couch.       A chill rakes my body seeping into my bones. The thought of parting from him always frightens me, unsettles me.       He inclines down. My nose fills with cedar, sandalwood, Basil. His fingers slide in the back of my head. He pecks on my lips. We greet each other with our genuine smiles.       "Don't go anywhere witho