Biringan Samar Novels & Stories

Hindi na pinansin ng dalawang demonyo ito at nagkwentuhan na naman sila ng mga hindi ko alam na bagay. "Masayang-masaya ah, kung makatawa sa pagiging birhen ko wagas. Daks ka ha? Daks ka? E sabi ni Sam parang kalingkingan lang daw Titi mong kupal ka," asar kong sabi rito. Akala mo naman daks.

"Yeah, sure, that's why. Bye, Sam...have a nice life with Mr. Darcy." I hear the anger in my voice. It's not that I want to be angry or jealous. I hate being replaced by a man I haven't met yet. Sam sits down on the couch. This is her universal sign that she isn't leaving. "You're upset. And I want to know why. And stop calling him Mr. Darcy." "Of course, he's Mr. Darcy. He's British and perfect." "If he's Mr. Darcy, then who am I?" Sam asks as she bats her eyelashes at me. It drives me crazy, seeing those butterfly wings open and close on her baby blues.

Samar, who was refusing to be treated like an elder just a moment back, planted himself firmly in place, all his protests vanishing. "Yes Vahini, come, it is considered auspicious to give and receive blessings as a couple," the sweet naive Madhura readily concurred. Samar looked so very smug at this that Maahi wanted to hit his head. Vahini meant brother's wife in Marathi. Subhadra aunty, no, Subhadra kaki had insisted she be addressed as Samar's future wife since the day Samar had brought her to their home along with Vansh from the hospital. There was no arguing with this woman. Maahi realized why Samar considered her as his mother, for in another life these two could have really been mothe