The night of lust
She walked seductively on the tip of her toe inside the dark room adorned with a sole candle lit on the ivory table. The slim and toned face woman seductively smiled at her man. He felt a spurt of electrified energy rushing down his spine and eyes wouldn’t let go of the beautifully sculptured tanned face and bare shoulders. A man possessed by the dusky beauty evoking sensuality, possessed by a fiery force which dragged him towards her. He felt motionless sitting on the white speckled floor. She was real and a mystery at the same time lying in the hazel brown eyes, curly hair falling on the face and the tongue slathered to her lip as she slowly held the rough male hand, inviting him to heavenly bliss. He nodded. The man was possessed by this ravenous beauty who meant the world to him. Tonight was special. He never saw her in this sexy avatar and it seemed that she was the incarnation of the Goddess of lust, in a stark contrast to the coy bride. Their eyes met and spoke thousand of words uniting two whole bodies coalesced into a whole as they rolled on the floor and holding each other tight. They were unfazed by the heavy panting behind them and drop of blood stains on the floor. She whispered, “It’s our night. Quench our thirst of making mad mad love as if tomorrow never comes.” “Take me with you to taste this nectar of love and lust”, he moved his parched lip. The wind whistled like a siren and traversed inside the room, caressing the two inert bodies copulated into each other in a splash of blood.
The lost letter
The postman has stopped coming to the office. She drew a fit and accused him of hiding the letters, mumbling like a mad woman on how no letter reached her doorstep. “Where is my letter?” She asked herself every single day. The whole desk went upside down when she ruffled through the papers, documents and newspapers to hunt for the treasure. Many colleagues thought that she was afflicted by some disease and convinced her to visit the most handsome psychiatrist in town. The gentleman reassured her, ‘Oh! You are a completely fine lady. Write me a letter instead. Forget your lover for a day.’ She protested, “But, he is in Venice and told me that he posted a love letter with a ring inserted to propose marriage.” The lovelorn woman was convinced that someone has hidden the letter in the office and stole her golden ring. She was verging on insanity and drove to the post office every day sitting throughout. One day, she got a call from Italy and the lover casually said, “Oh! Since I was coming to meet you, the letter was never sent. I just forgot about it.” She protested and felt stupid for creating a furor, paying money to the handsome psychologist and chasing the postmaster down the road like a witch with her hair fluttering in all directions.
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