Sarah walked out from the house to bump into Amy, stretching a hose to water some potted plants she had arranged. “Hi” Amy lifts up her head to face Sarah, flashing the red bruising on her neck. “Hi. Off to work?” the bright tone from yesterdays upheld the same. “Yes... just have to wait for my boyfriend”“I see… you two look sweet together. Perfect match...”  a gentle smile replied to Amy’s compliment. She then raised her hand to water overhead pots when Sarah noticed some more bruising on her wrist too. “Are you…ok?” Sarah asked hesitantly “Yes, I’m fine. Just a bit tired” she said without any change in expression.               Sarah’s mind scrammed to formulate further questions when Mike walked out of the door, wearing a black Armani suit and a light blue in-shirt. He narrowed his eye as to inspect the situation, from her top to bottom “Are you, ready sweethe

              Her whole body ached and sored in spots that didn’t even make sense. Last night, drained her into nothing but a limp scarecrow, needing back support to even sit on her bed. Remanence still thrummed her veins, pulsing along her neck, the same line that his warm breath trailed before.               She mustered some energy to open at least one eye and winched at the strong ray of sun beaming through joints of the balcony curtain. She jolted up to sit with a gasp and fumbled for her phone. Green, squarish digital letters beamed 10 am. She squealed and swivel to wake Mike up just to find his part of the bed empty. Cold, as if such creature never exist– Rumpelstiltskin, who scrammed off before the break of dawn, after stealing whatever the queen had to offer.  “Hey, sleepyhead. I thought you wouldn’t wake up till 1 pm” Mike sarcasm seeped through the spea

Appointment notes with Dr. Ajay deprived little by little to almost none in Sarah’s calendar for months. Still, Mike does keep in contact with him every now and then. Whatever gravelly stones placed in the midst of their path is polished to pearls and diamonds, to adorn their heart forever. His roughness, her habits, his possessiveness, she gained body fat right at the curves– well not a negative point anyways. But one thing always bothers her at the back of her mind– his temper. They grew inseparable if that is even possible. “Why am I up here wobbling and you, comfortably exposing your boobs down there?” climbing ladders on Saturday morning isn't exactly his preference. Sex on Saturday morning? Now that’s more like his forte. Sarah snapped her head to her chest and yes, an ample amount of deep line flashed from the shuffled shirt. She pulled the soft knitted fabric up before glaring in his direction. Suddenly, a smirk raised her lips. She wiggled her eyebrows. “I c

Every human has a good side and a hidden bad side. They carry their baggage to their grave. So did Mike. He gave his word to Dr. Ajay under solid ground and his evil side surfaced as he took revenge for the prank or precisely, harassing phone call she received earlier.               Rewind a few hours ago, when he set motion to his fury. A small room with dingy single bed portraits nothing but melancholy and lonely. The hallway leading to the room shadowed by a dying light bulb, making it difficult to see anything around midnight.               There lays a man, who once was glorious, rich, and handsome as well as drooling material among girls– Suman Mehtra. Unfortunately for him, Mike’s traced the landline number from Sarah’s phone to central jail, where he is serving time now, exactly 4 months and another 2 to go. Consequences– a few cel

                Returning to work diverts Sarah and having a little bit more extensive socialization has done well for Sarah. She slowly regained momentum and propel ahead in these 2 months. On the contrary, Mike seems to have difficulties focusing on his work ever since Sarah came back. The added curve and extra glow on her cheeks demand another glance– another touch or kiss, perhaps, ever so often.               The whole office floor emptied for lunch except for Sarah. Numbers blurred her mind and she lost track of time. After making some corrections, she heads to the copier room. Mike, who had just come back from his clinic, noticed the whole floor subjected to pin-drop silence except for the shuffle from the copier room. He peeped in to find Sarah, singing a song in a funny, squeaky voice while the machine in front of her whirled