“The Entrepreneur of the year award goes to the CEO of Knight Group, Mr Luke Knight, for the fifth time in the row!! Give him a big round of applause,” The host announced and the auditorium erupted in a huge round of applause.Sitting in the front row, Luke smiled. He was wearing a dashing three-piece grey suit and Vera was sitting next to him, clapping for his achievement. She pecked him on the cheek as he stood up, walking up to the stage while buttoning his coat.The organisers presented the award to him, and Vera clapped for him excitedly. “Can I have the mic, please?” Luke asked the host, and she gave him the mic. Luke’s eyes gazed at the crowd and settled on his woman while various cameras flashed at him.“Vera, my wife! Can I say this again, my wife!!” He exclaimed the last two words loudly and his voice echoed in the auditorium, “You have given the meaning to my life, Vera, and I am nothing without you. Okay, I won’t say much, as I know my wife would end up crying. So summing

Varanasi, India It was around four-thirty in the morning, the sky was a soft glowing haze, beautiful ashy pink was endlessly soothing, birds were chirping in their melodious voice, and the rest of everything was serene, tranquil, and peaceful. Hundreds of small temples that dot the banks of the river Ganges were decorated for the morning Aarti (Prayer). Painters and artists around the dawn create magic on the walls of the Ghats and the graffiti they create on the walls gives the Ghats a very flamboyant and cheerful vibe. A number of Hindu devotees were worshipping, and flowing diyas in the water, Shiva sadhus (ascetics devoted to Lord Shiva) and pilgrims were deep in meditation. The foreigners were riding on the boats clicking pictures of migratory birds like large cormorant, bar-headed geese, northern pintail, reddish shelduck, and golden pheasant as they glided over river Ganga and they were all set to capture the beautiful pictures of the world famous Ganga Arti which was about

“Nothing serious! I went to that crime scene to find some evidence, but I stumbled upon something and scraped my elbow and knees.” Mishka said, showing scraped knees to her, and her expression turned slightly painful.“My god, let me bring the first aid box. It’s still bleeding!” Riya said, walking away and opened the wooden cabinet in their small living area to retrieve a rectangular box while Mishka closed her eyes to relax for some moment.“Why do you play with your life? Why did you go to that crime scene? Who will look after kids if something happened to you?” Riya bombarded Mishka with questions, dressing her wounds while Mishka took a sip of masala tea and moaned in pure bliss.“You make the best masala tea. I just love this!!” She said and took another sip.“Don’t you dare try to dodge my questions!! Why, Mishka? Why do you have to get into trouble to solve cases?” Riya asked, completely annoyed with Mishka’s irrational behaviour as she drowns herself in every damn case and fo

Next Morning,Danny and Maya were outside the ward, waiting for Christian’s doctor to come out. Danny was pacing back and forth anxiously while Maya stared at him, sitting on the bench. “Chris usually gets hyper or unconscious when something from his forgotten past is repeated.” She pointed, and Danny’s steps halted as he turned to look at her.“What is repeated at the party?” Maya looked at Danny for an explanation and the latter realised his grave mistake.“Fuck, how can this skip from my mind!!” He gripped his hair in frustration and Maya looked at his actions with wide eyes.“What happened? What did you do?” She asked in an uncertain tone.“The proposal, I copied Christian’s idea. He proposed Mishka the same way back in Brazil.” Danny said, “FUCK!!”“What the hell, Danny? How could you copy someone’s idea?” Maya shouted, but before Danny could open his mouth to explain, the doctor came out and Danny rushed to him.“Is he alright?” Danny asked, and the doctor nodded.“Yes, he is a

[MATURE SCENE AHEAD]“This is just a rumour!! Not a confirmed news.” Riya said in a high pitch and Mishka left out a chuckle.“Rumour? Type about me and Chris and check out the next news,” She said and Riya turned the laptop in her direction typing Mishka’s name but there was nothing. In fact, news about Christian was also limited.Riya furrowed her eyebrows and typed different keywords, but still, nothing came. No news about their marriage, no news about the fashion show, no news about the car accident they suffered, no news about the modelling for Star Magazine, no news about the chemical factory incident. The last eight years of Christian and Mishka’s life were completely erased from the internet, including their famous hashtag CHRISHKA.“They have wiped out my existence and here I was trying my best to hide myself!” Mishka smiled, wiping tears from her eyes. “Knights never cease to amaze me,”Riya felt this weird, too. “Why are you crying? It’s not like you were planning to go bac