A story of love, loss and second chances by Nikita Singh, releasing this Valentine’s Day.
But honestly I could not muster up the courage to tell you how your so-called uncle raped your mom. But I can't bear this alone any more. That gnawing itch won't let me live.
He doesn't read much, and doesn't understand how she can devour all those books... where do they go inside her? But it doesn't really matter, does it?
Sameeksha was laughing but she had tears rolling down her cheeks again. This time around, warm ones, washing away her anxieties, expectations, and the plans for the night that had thickened like a noose around her neck.
Nigeria was not a mere few hours from Bengaluru. If she was to be gone for 6 months, what would happen to Ira? Ankita fought her tears, unable to digest the fact that she would terribly miss tossing Ira in her arms.
The pain was intense. She had taken the mixture about an hour ago. It would kill the last baby she could ever have. She knew deep within that it would be a girl. She wanted to decide its fate. It felt only right that she did.
“What future?” Sunaina replied in a matter of fact manner placing the coffee mug on the tiny table on the side, “What future does physical attraction have? Some more steamy nights… as and when possible!”
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