There she lies on bed reading the thriller she'd borrowed from
Mrs. Iyer living next door.
Her gaze stuck to the mid pages, Krupa was completely engrossed in
the chapter "Theft".
Dwaraki returned from work early that evening. There was no response
from Krupa in spite of numerous door bells. He opened the
window of drawing room, tried to get the spare keys that lay on the table, by
stretching his hands. There was a sudden shriek of a known voice. That's when Krupa
realized her folly.
Dwaraki was discharged a week later after his forelimbs were back
to normal.
Cent Stories: I have seen people writing Fiction 55's and similar short stories with fixed minimum words. So in the same lines cent stories are those with an exact 100 words. This is the first one. There will be more coming.
Cent Stories: I have seen people writing Fiction 55's and similar short stories with fixed minimum words. So in the same lines cent stories are those with an exact 100 words. This is the first one. There will be more coming.
4 comments:
Ashwini,
Thank God, you are back. I was getting worried. Short but good one with lesson not to get engrossed in something so much that one loses normal senses.
Take care
Nice, after a long time. Worth a wait!
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Mahesh.
ohhh that would have hurt .. I would not be happy with Krupa for sure
Bikram's
@Jack: Thanks a lot! I will be back soon. Thank you so much for the
concern.
@Mahesh: Thank you!
@Bikram: he he he:)
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