Strangers in the night

Draped dazzling and dreamy she entered the room. The smell of jasmines filled up her senses. Having travelled the contours of this night many times in her mind, today she will traverse it for real.

With bated breath and pounding heart she eagerly awaits her first romantic encounter.

He bangs the door, charges in the room, turns off the lights.  The smell of jasmine is lost in his heavy breath which stinks of alcohol. Her dreams of love crushed beneath his mechanical lust.

And thus they met ..the strangers in the night, strangely to stay so for their whole life.

This is written for all those young beautiful Indian brides who get married to complete strangers and were not lucky enough to realize their dream of love. My heart goes out for all of them whose dreams are crushed on their very first night.

This post is dedicated to the amazing prompt on Write Tribe - "Strangers in the Night" suggested by the amazing Suzy.    

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The Mismatch Girl

The second alarm of 8:30 had also gone unnoticed and Shubha was still in her bed. Ma’s voice jolted her out.

“Oh God! I’m late for my music class…”

But why was she not rushing???

Silently and slowly she picked up her blue towel and went for bath. When she came out she was wearing a yellow kurti with bottle green salwar. Her wet golden brown hair were drooping on her shoulders.  She was truly alive for a new day.

Oh! but why is she wearing one white and one black footwear???

For Shubha all colours are same - Black!!!

Shiva

This piece of fiction is in response to two prompts 

The prompt of "Colored" at WOW  and the prompt of "Truly Alive" for  100 words On Saturday at WT 

The Shadow of your smile

“Yes she loves me”. Sameer couldn’t believe it was real. Shikha had finally confessed her love for him.

And here they were on their first date. Giving them company was “Hamara Bajaj” and a soft drizzle.

Shikha, sitting on the back seat of the scooter, had accelerated her dream engine and was already time travelling to “lived happily ever after” tomorrows.

She saw the rear glass, and caught Sameer’s eyes. That look and the endearing smile told a million tales.

Vrroommm… came the crash and she was robbed of everything, but the shadow of his smile, to haunt her forever.

This is in response to the below prompt:

The Shadow of your smile