Romantic Short Story: Bloody Passion

Title: Bloody Passion

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Last and Final Episode of 4 part romantic short story series

Warning: The story contains adult content

 I saw Rajveer and Jahnvi kissing each other. The ass that used to be my property was now in Rajeev’s palm, and he was mincing and kneading it with his bony fingers as their kiss deepened.
I was tricked. She used me. They used me.
“Arent’ we getting late?” Payal came in. She looked outstandingly beautiful in an orange blouse and black pencil skirt. Orange was Jahnvi’s favorite color.
I still missed Jahnvi and our relationship, but I couldn’t forget how she tricked me for her own personal gains. In fact, both Rajveer and Jahnvi used me as a pawn. But I was no pawn. I was the king of my own game.
“Yeah, let’s get going,” I replied, rising up from my office chair.
Payal took my offered arm in her hand smilingly as we trod down the hallway. I threw a sweeping glance at my team, busy working in the cubicles. It was a full house tonight. All cabins were occupied too. But, there was one cabin that was still empty, and that was Jahnvi’s cabin. Nobody could take her place, neither in my office nor in my heart. I loved her, but she chose to betray. It was her betrayal that forced me to weave a conspiracy against her and her lover, Rajveer.
I told the cops how the three of us planned for Akash’s murder. I regretfully declared myself innocent putting the blame of killing on Rajveer and Jahnvi.
Their lawyers were still trying to prove them innocent while I was roaming free with my new secretary, much younger and more beautiful than Jahnvi.

~End~

So that was the end of 4 episode short story Bloody Passion. Next week’s story title is The Virgin Ghost. Stay tuned for its first episode release on December 18, 2017.

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Romantic Short Story – Bloody Passion

Title: Bloody Passion

Episode 1 Link

Episode 2 of 5 part romantic short story series

Warning: The story contains adult content.

My leather boots clapped on the marble flooring of the Zigma Software as I stormed out of the elevator.
Policemen in khaki uniforms swarmed in and out of the cubicles searching the nook and cranny of the office holding the leashes of sniffing dogs. Cameramen, TV journalists, press reporters milled around. There was police barricading around Akash’s cabin, and a cop was collecting and zipping things into the zip pouches.
I saw Rajveer talking to a cop and in one corner Jahnvi sniffing and dabbing fake tears on her handkerchief.
I couldn’t work out what to do and glared at the sea of passing faces. Staccato voices came into my ears.
Pain-stricken, I was looking around when a hand landed on my shoulder. I turned around.
Rajveer’s bland face showed definite signs of stress and fatigue. Zigma was Akash’s dream, but I and Rajveer were the two strong pillars of the company. The three of us had been the best buddies since college like the three musketeers type. It was after when Jahnvi joined office, things turned ugly. My illegitimate affair with my friend’s wife often led me into the state of panic and disbelief. I never realized when I breached the bond of trust. I betrayed Akash by sleeping with his wife. And now I was his murderer.
“Looks like a case of suicide, but police has to do some routine questioning to seal the case. I hope you people understand.” The thick mustached cop told us before motioning his men to march outside.
“Oh, sure, Mr. Hegde,” Rajveer replied.

***

“It’s a clear case of drug overdose, Mr. Chaudhary. The autopsy ruled out any trauma or foul play. Akash’s toxicology report shows that he died from the combination of drugs in his body mainly the sedative propofol and anxiolytic medicine lorazepam. Now how can you say it’s a murder?”
“Because I was involved in the planning of his murder.” I looked at him, my eyes glazing.
“What are you talking about, Mr. Choudhary?” Inspector Hegde screeched his chair and sat across from the table, in front of me. His eyes bulged out of their sockets. He stared at me like he had seen an alien.
“It’s true, inspector. I, Rajveer, and Jahnvi, the three of us, planned for this murder.”
“Can you explain everything in detail?” Inspector Hegde gestured the constable to take notes of my statement.
“I had an affair with Akash’s wife, Jahnvi.” I drifted my stare from Hegde’s dark brown face to my lap. “The day Akash was murdered, Jahnvi told me that Akash somehow got to know about our alleged affair and that he was getting the paperwork done to throw the two of us out of the company. Akash was also planning to trap the two of us into a money laundering scam.”
“Oh, I see.” 
Hegde’s brow furrowed as I lifted my stare up. He didn’t speak anything, but a shitty grin surfaced on his coal-black lips. 
“There was one more angle to it.” I again buried my stare down to the table between us.
“And what’s that?” Hegde asked.
“Zigma had got a lucrative deal a couple of months ago. World’s software giant Cyprus wanted to buy Zigma and was ready to pay anything for it. Akash never wanted to sell Zigma. Zigma was his dream. But Rajveer, Jahnvi, and to some extent, I also was tempted by the deal. We could cash the situation to separately start our own companies. Something all three of us desperately needed after enduring Akash’s dictatorship and unpredictable behavior for quite some time. Rajveer agreed to be a contributor to the crime because he also wanted the money. So we three planned to murder Akash the following night. But later, after reaching home, I got the news on TV that Akash was found dead in mysterious circumstances. The crime that we planned for the following night had already been committed.” I paused and cleared my throat. “It’s none other than Rajveer and Jahnvi who murdered him. I think they somehow got a hint that I can be a traitor. That I can spill the beans. That I will tell everything to Akash. So they did it on their own keeping me in the dark.”
Inspector Hegde exhaled a cold breath. He then brushed a hand over his head before putting his cap and adjusting it in place on his head full of black curly hair.
“You be here. I need all three of you on police remand. Did you get that?” Hegde slammed his fists on the table as he stood, his eyes meeting mine.

To Be Continued….

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Romantic Short Story – Bloody Passion

Title: Bloody Passion

Episode 1 of 5 part romantic short story series

Warning: The story contains adult content.

My Limousine cruised through the solitary roads of the outskirts. Tiny drizzles of rain kissed the tiny hair of my stubble as I rolled down the window panes. It always rained in Bangalore.
 Rain drops flickered in the yellow street lamps as my vehicle penetrated the darkness of the silent night. The silence of the night somewhat seemed sinister as if marking the arrival of a raging storm.
 “We’re home, Sir.” Ravi, my driver, the poor chap who had been on my service since morning finally exhaled a bitter sigh.
 “Thanks, Ravi.” I grabbed the handle of my briefcase and slowly pushed my drooping body out.
 I entered my dark and lonely house. Maya had gone to her trip, and I was yet again all alone with my loneliness.
 This loneliness had been my true companion all through the time. But, it betrayed me and disappeared in the moist air of the wet city when Jahnvi joined us in the office.
 I stripped down my stale clothes. My toes scrunched on the cold marble flooring of the bathroom. The glass-paneled bathroom with a tub in the corner was Maya’s fantasy. But her being away from home and from me, it had been my man cave for the past several months.
 Being a TV journalist, she was always on the go. And being one of the founding members of Zigma Softwares, I had unconsciously got myself involved in so many things, typically out of my domain, that I didn’t get any time for myself, let alone whiling away it with my wife.
 I should have worked only as the head of the Production Team but Rajveer’s insistence and my growing desires for Jahnvi forced me to join the two in the Quality Control Department as well. While Akash headed the entire company because he was the prime investor of Zigma Softwares and it was his venture primarily, I, Rajveer, and Jahnvi looked after the various other departments of one of the leading IT companies of India.
Romantic Short Story - Bloody Passion, www.mariyamhasnain.com My cell phone buzzed in the bedroom. It must be Maya. Although she kept herself quite busy, she never missed a chance to call me once in the night. There was nothing romantic had left between us but still, she cared about me ignorant of the fact that I had been cheating on her for the past several months. That I was sleeping with my…
 Shit.
 Wrapping a towel around my waist, I rushed out of the bathroom and picked up the buzzing cell phone from the bedside table. A place Maya had assigned me for dropping my belongings such as my wallet, car keys, my wristwatch, and of course my Blackberry.
 A thrill of lust ran through my veins. It felt like all my nerve endings had started dancing when I looked at the glimmering screen of my cell phone.
 “Hey, how are you?” I spoke into the receiver with an apparent sexy husk.
 “I’m so happy, Sal. At last, you did it. It’s time to celebrate. Are you coming or shall I come to your place?” Jahnvi beamed on the other side. Her seductive voice started working, giving me goosebumps everywhere. I felt my manhood respond.
 I didn’t know what the woman had got in herself. But, she was a seductress, a sex goddess. She knew how to tame a man and make him serve like a slave in bed. Something Maya could never achieve in our five-year-old marriage, but Jahnvi excelled in mere six months of our relationship. Even when I was with Maya, I felt drawn to Jahnvi like a moth was drawn to the flame.
 “Have you guys got the deal? I’m so happy. It’s going to change our lives. Have you told this to Akash?” I exclaimed with joy.
 A deafening pause on the other side was long enough for me to realize there was something not so right.
 “What happened, sweetheart? Tell me what’s wrong?”
 “Just switch on your television, Salil,” she hissed.
 “What has happened? Tell me… what’s the matter?” Sweat streaks ran across my forehead.
 I waited for her reply but before that, the call got disconnected.
 “Shit. There’s always some signal problem with this fucking network.” I gritted my teeth tossing the mobile on the bedspread.
 The next moment, I was searching for the TV remote on the wall bracket. After searching for a good fifteen minutes, I finally located it on the bedside stool.
 City billionaire and the owner of Zigma Softwares was found dead in his office room.
 Sky fell on me. It felt like the earth shook under my feet finally taking me into a whirlpool of anger, resentment, and self-pity.
 How could I become the pawn of her game? She took me for granted. She made me kill her husband. She made me kill Akash, my friend, my well-wisher.

To Be Continued…

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Romantic Short Story: Her Sister’s Ex

Happy Monday! Folks.

It’s Monday and I’m here with yet another weekly shot of love short. This week’s romantic short story is about how love happens in the most unexpected circumstances. Enjoy!

Title: My Sister’s Ex

“Ok, so just because he’s your sister’s ex-fiancé, you will bury your feeling inside your heart.”

“Yeah, of course. I can’t afford to destroy my relationship with Tiara.”

“But, she has dumped him or vice versa. They are no longer together. So, it’s not unfair if you are searching your prospects with the same guy.”

“But, Tiara would never accept my relationship with Dev. She still thinks he’ll come back to her, apologize to her.”

“Apologize. For what?”

“She thinks she hasn’t done any wrong, and it was Dev whose idiosyncrasies led to the breakup. I think she still loves Dev.”

“This isn’t loving Jule. Love isn’t about taking your partner for granted. And, I think you know this better.”

Naomi’s words stirred Jules’ emotions for Dev. She knew what love was. And after that sizzling unforgettable night at Dev’s yacht, she knew she would never fall for any other guy like she had fallen for Dev.

While on the other hand, Dev thought that a twelve year age difference between him and his ex’s sister was something that couldn’t be ignored. He would never ask Jule to sacrifice her youth for a thirty-seven-year-old sailor who himself didn’t know where the tides would take him.

#

“Hey Julie, what a pleasant surprise?” Tiara hugged her younger sister before pulling her inside the house.

“Looks, like you’re going somewhere?” Jule surprisingly asked her sister.

“Yeah, Gage is coming to pick me up for a dinner date?”

“What?”

“Yeah, my cute lil sis, the filthy rich Gage Mansor of Reva Chain of Hotels was here last night. And we really had a cool time together, you know.” Tiara unrolled one tendril of her brown curls, her eyes shining mischievously.

Jules’ brow furrowed. “I can’t believe you. You just had a breakup.”

“Life’s all about moving on, darling, and the faster you do this the better your chances of winning the game.”

“And, what if Dev comes back.”

“I wish if he were.”

“I don’t get you, Tia.”

“I must say Dev was hot. He knows what a woman wants in bed. If he comes back I can’t miss the opportunity of spending a night or two with him.”

“You’re evil, Ti. You are gonna cheat both Dev and Gage.”

“Why not? Why should boys have all the fun?”

The honk of Gage’s Merc was loud enough to put a brake on the endless confrontation between Jule and Tiara.

“Gotta go now, sis. I think we need to talk about it later.”

#

Dev…Dev…

Jule couldn’t see Dev’s boat at the anchorage. She felt paralyzed realizing that Dev had already sailed away, but breathed back to life when his husky voice entered her ears.

“Hey, how are you.”

Romantic Short Story: My Sister's Ex, www.mariyamhasnain.comShe spun around. “Hey, I’m good. How are you?”

He shrugged his shoulders as his eyes crinkled under the blazing afternoon sun. “I’m okay. Not as good as I was that night.”

A blush rose to her cheeks thinking about the passion of that silent night. The night when they dissolved into each other in the middle of the ocean, on Dev’s yacht.

“Where’s your boat?”

“Shawn has taken it for a day. Got to propose his long-time girlfriend. And they want to do it on the waves, like us.”

Her gaze dipped to the shimmering sand bed. She scrunched her toes inhaling the woodsy fragrance of his cologne. He neared her and caged her tiny waist in his strong arms.

“I gotta tell you something about Tiara.” She looked in his eyes.

“Why?”

“Because I don’t want you to suffer again. She’ll break your heart if you go back to her. She is planning to double cross you and her new boyfriend both.”

He cleared the stray strands of hair from her face pushing them back behind her ears.

“Are you ready to date a man who’s twelve years older than you, who goes where the waves take him?”

“You talk about dating when I’ve already fallen for a wayward sailor who’s a decade older than me.”

“Have you?” He lifted her chin up on his fingers.

“Yes, I have.”

~End~

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Romantic Short Story: The Bridesmaid

Hi Friends,

It’s Monday, and I’m here again with yet another heart-warming tale of love, romance, and happiness.

If you love outing at the beaches, I’m sure you’ll like today’s short love story set against the backdrop of a beach wedding.

See what happens when Katie Moss accidentally bumbs into her new boss, Jonathan Day, at her friend’s beach wedding.

The Bridesmaid

Have you ever thought about your own wedding?” Mom yelled folding my hot pants into a neat square.

“Mom, please. Not now.” My nose scrunched as I lay over my yellow bridesmaid’s dress on the iron table.

Today was my best friend’s Aanya’s wedding. I was so excited for the beach wedding that I was least interested in spoiling my mood. So, I just let go in front of mom.

“See, Anya that fat piglet is also getting married, and my slim and beautiful girl couldn’t bait a decent boyfriend.” Mom kept the folded clothes in the cupboard and started arranging the shoes, strewn all over on the carpet flooring.

Now, how could I tell mom for how long I had been eying my boss. The handsome and reserve Texas boy, Jonathan Day.

The first day I met him in the conference room, and he swept me off my feet. And, when I got to know I was appointed as a personal assistant to the new managing director of Hannah Cook Tours and Travels, I was all set to woo him.

But, all my efforts went in vain when the new appointee Ms. Tracy Elseworth started dropping into Jonathan’s cabin now and then.

The two had long meetings inside his closed cabin though I knew they were purely professional, and Jonathan only dictated press releases about the company’s new packages. However, I could smell something fishy brewing in between them. The way Tracy talked about Jonathan during our coffee or lunch breaks made me believe she was drooling over sexy and polite Jonathan.

“I’ll be late. Don’t wait for me for the dinner.” I put myself into the yellow sundress that snugly fitted onto my curves and scooted past mom. She was still busy in arranging my room.

I and mom stayed together in my two-bedroom apartment in the serene locality of Emerald Falls. My Dad left mom for his colleague when I was eight years old. Mom had some on and off flings during my growing up years, but she couldn’t adhere herself to anyone. Perhaps, the insecurity that a step parent could bring in always stopped mom from going forward in any of her relationships.

“It’s an afternoon wedding, isn’t it?” Mom shouted tailing me till the front door of my flat.

“Indeed it is but the wedding will be followed by a beach party and a reception at Tino’s. And I can’t come before Danny and Aanya leaves for the honeymoon. So, it will be late.”

“Tino’s, oh my, my. That plush restaurant on the Marina Beach.” Mom’s eyes widened with surprise.

“Yeah, that one.” I adjusted the sling of my purse on my shoulder before making my way to the exit.

“OK, keep me informed or I’ll call you.”

“I’ll call you if I couldn’t return by nine. Is that fine?” I finally spun and hugged her. How nervous she would get whenever I stepped out of the house. I had told her several times that I was no kid. That I was a twenty-eight-year-old woman, but she wasn’t ready to stop obsessing about her grown up 5 feet 7 inches tall daughter who had strawberry blond hair.

Whatever it was, I loved my mom and looked forward to tolerating her obsessive compulsive disorder tendencies till eternity. I wanted her to be with me all the time.

#

The traffic was mild, and the ride to the Marina didn’t take more than twenty minutes. That’s what I liked most about the Emerald Falls. It was close to the beach, close to the city center, and close to my workplace too–The Hannah Tours and Travels Company.

“Shit, Again Jonathan Day has started messing up with my mind. Shoo…Go away, Mr. Jonathan. I ain’t let you enter my head.” The moment I rammed my thumb onto the touch button of the car audio, it started playing–Everything I do, I do it for you.

Bryan Adam helped me focus on the ride, and I reached the venue on time.

But, when I reached I saw Jonathan sitting on one of the several chairs arranged neatly on the sandy coast. The blue water shimmered under the golden afternoon sun.

My heart raced as he stood from his chair and sauntered toward me.

“Hello, Ms. Moss.”

“Oh, Hello, Mr. Day.” My voice wobbled as for the first time I noticed him looking at me, focused, unbothered. It wasn’t professional, wasn’t friendly, but something else. Perhaps, a stare of desire, a stare of love, full of passion and yearning.

Did he want me the same way I wanted him?

“I think there’s still some time for the wedding. Would you mind a stroll up to the Tino’s”

“What?” My brow furrowed. I never expected he would ask me to accompany him. He always avoided me at the office, never meeting my lustful glances. In fact, he all the time kept himself busy with Tracy. What happened today that he was asking me to go along with him for a beach walk?

“Stroll, Ms. Moss. Would you mind?” He gave me a quizzical look.

“Oh, no. Not at all. I would love to.”

“So, how was your day today?” he asked, tilting his head.

“It’s great…” I smiled, hiding my nervousness, as we strolled on the warm sand.

Nobody of us talked as we walked up to the Tino’s.

“I think it is still time. Would you like to grab a cup of coffee?” He asked, looking at his silver wristwatch.

To me, it sounded like an impromptu date but for him, I thought, it was just having some coffee with a colleague.

I was surprised when he pulled back a chair for me, but in the following breath, I quickly convinced myself. He was a gentleman and pulling back a chair for a woman who happened to be his PA was nothing more than a polite gesture or his way of making me feel comfortable.

When he seated across from me, I indeed had difficulty breathing and when he gazed me without saying a word as we waited for the coffee, it indeed made me feel hot down there.

“Ms. Moss. I want to ask you something.”

“Oh, yeah, sure Mr. Jonathan.”

“I always wondered where I stand with you, but I think now is the right time to stop standing and start walking along with you.”

“I couldn’t get you, Mr. Day.” My eyes crinkled at the corners.

“Would you like to come for a dinner with me tonight? Anyways, the wedding will get over by evening.”

“What?”

“Oh, it’s perfectly fine, Ms. Moss if you have someone else. I just…” He wiped a hand over his sweaty forehead and then loosened his red silken tie knot.

“No. No. No. I mean… Yes. I mean I would love to go for a date. I mean dinner with you.”

“That’s great, Ms. Moss. So let’s get going… I think we are here for Danny’s wedding.”

“Aanya’s wedding. I’m here for Aanya’s wedding.” I shook my hand.

“Oh, Okay. For me, it’s Danny’s wedding.”

~End~

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Romantic Short Stories: The Billionaire’s Wife

Hello Friends,

It’s Monday, and I’m here with yet another steaming shot of short love stories. Hope you’ll like it.

 

Title: The Billionaire’s Wife

 

“I got to do this to save my business. There’s no other way.” Kate murmured under her breath as she stepped out of her antique shop and waited for the taxi.

Kate was a virgin and didn’t know that she was heading to an uncharted territory. A night full of passion and Kate ended up losing her V-card to Dave.

An unexpected pregnancy compelled Kate to think and rethink about her marriage of convenience with sexy billionaire Dave Hunt.

“Oh, so you’re back.”

“Yeah, I need funds to pay the bills.”

“Transferred.” Dave hit a button on his laptop and gazed at Kate with his mischievous eyes.

“What I have to do now?” She smacked her lips in anticipation.

“Nothing new. The same thing which you had been doing for the past three months. You have to pose as my wife in front of my parents. They’ll stay with us for a month and you have to behave like a well-obedient daughter-in-law.”

“Well-obedient?” Her eyes narrowed as anger boiled within her.

“Yeah, no more late nights at your old goods shop in the downtown. You would rather be finishing your work as early as five and be home at six to have a family dinner with us.”

“But, this was not in the contract.” She shot an angry stare at him.

“You know what, Kate, I never had any trouble with getting girls. Women throw themselves at me. I just have to stand and wait for them to come to me. You should feel lucky that I pick you. I still have options. If you…” His angular jaw clenched as he stood from his chair and swaggered around her.

“Okay, fine. I’ll be home at six and will have dinner with your parent. But after that can I get back to work?”

“Sure. You can use my car.”

***

Romantic Short Stories: The Billionaire's Wife“Where the hell are you, Kate?” Dave tossed his smartphone on the bed, loosening his tie knot with the other hand.

Rain lashed the car top. The storm had set in.

“It’s six. She should be home.” He muttered as he drove through the overpass to reach the downtown.

His car halted in front of Kate’s Antique Store.

He pushed open the door and there she was. Kate stood on the other side of the customer’s counter showing some antique pieces of jewelry to an old couple.

Dave’s presence was commanding, his cologne even stronger.

Kate lifted her head and saw him shooting daggers at her from all the way across the shop. His gaze scalded her heart. So intense. She begged an excuse from the couple and gestured Dave to meet her in the guests’ lobby.

“You here? What’s wrong. You don’t look good. Is everything okay?” Her mouth twisted, eyes widening. She couldn’t believe that Dave could ever visit her small rustic shop.

“How can you be so irresponsible?”

“How could you say that?” She felt heat building inside her, flushing her cheeks.

“What are you doing here? Entertaining your customers? How could you do this? At least, you could have called me but no, you were so busy. And the best part is that you’re not picking up your phone.” His firm grasp on her shoulders tightened as his eyes emitted heat of anger, desperation, restlessness, all mixed.

“Why do you want me now, Mr. Dave? You renewed the contract for a month, till your parents are here. And, if I’m not wrong Mrs. and Mr. Hunt left the town last night. We both saw them off at the airport.”

Sky fell on him.

“Shit. How can I…” His hands slipped off her arms. Massaging his forehead, he glanced her way. “Anyways… by what time you’ll be free.”

“Just this couple and I’m closing the store.”

“Cool. I’ll be waiting for you.” He came close and held her hands, his eyes reading her thoughts.

“And, why do you wait for me, Mr. Hunt.”

“Because I don’t want my pregnant wife to return home all alone in the stormy night.”

“So, you still think I’m your wife even when the contract is over.”

“What proof do you want, Kate? Do you want me to show you my heart? Can’t you just understand?”

“Understand what?”

“That I want you back in my life. And this time, without a contract.”

 

~End~

 

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Romantic Short Stories: That Special Someone

Here comes this week’s romantic short story:

Title: That Special Someone

“So, you think you can do this,” David asked Ashley as he pulled out a paper towel from the kitchen napkin holder and lay over a sea-green ceramic plate.

“What made you think I can’t?” She bumped her eyebrows and scowled, gently immersing the frying basket into the hot oil.

“Careful… it will splatter.”

“Ouch…” She whined with a tingle of burn on her hand.

“Shit. Are you alright? Hope you have not scalded your hand…”

“Chill. It’s just a minor burn.”

“Come on…” David dragged Ashley to the kitchen sink and held her hand under the cold running water.

“I’m alright. Let’s see if the wings are done.” She lifted her gaze and looked at him.

“Better you leave the kitchen in its owner’s hands and relax in the living room.” David pushed Ashley out of the kitchen to the cozy living room of his farm house, unknown of the fact that the woman he was living with for the past few months was a famous movie star.

Tired of her materialistic lifestyle and unnecessary show-off, Ashley left her house on a whim. She was seeking oblivion in someone’s close company when God granted her wish of finding a person who didn’t know a thing about her.

David appeared like an angel when Ashley knocked his country house in the middle of a stormy night. He politely took her in and since then they were living together.

Romantic Short Stories: That Special Someone“Here you go…” David set a cup of black coffee and a plate full of chicken wings on the coffee table.

“Where’s your coffee?” She asked looking up meeting his deep dark eyes.

“Way too much caffeine in my bloodstream. I’m on a coffee fast right now.”

“Oh, come on… You can’t be.” She stood and came close. “I’m not going to drink this stuff alone. You need to share this.” She raised the coffee mug to his lips, and he couldn’t resist taking a sip from the mug.

“Shall, I get another cup for you?” he asked as he sensed his heart melting by the sight of her thin pink lips. Something citrusy wafted in his nose as she edged closer to him and smiled, her green eyes twinkling like two shiny stars.

“Not needed.” She rotated the mug and carefully placed her lips at the steamy impression of David’s lips, sipping the hot beverage.

Their eyes did the talking as they came close, and the most awaited kiss happened. Their lips played for a while before they pulled back holding each other’s hands.

“I knew you’re a special woman.”He gazed into her eyes, a smile curving his mouth.

She shrugged, her brows furrowing. Her gaze dipped to the floor. “Special?”

“I know who you are.” He lifted her chin up with two fingers.

“I’m sorry I didn’t mean to hurt you. I should’ve told you but things were so beautiful I didn’t want to ruin them by telling you the truth.” Her forehead creased as tears blurred her vision.

He came close and dab the streaming tears on his fingers.

“Oh, baby. Don’t cry. We always dream a life that we don’t have. You can stay here as long as you want but you need to go back some day.”

“Will you miss me?” She sniffed looking in his eyes.

“Of course, I will miss you…”

“I don’t want to go back. I hate my celebrity status. Can I stay with you forever?”

“You can sweetheart but don’t give up on something you achieved with so much of hard work. You can drop in here anytime and can stay for as long as you want but you need to carry on. I hope you’re getting me.”

She smiled with eyes and mouth. New tears glazed her eyes as she went into David’s open arms.

~End~

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Romantic Short Stories: Love Off the Field

Hello, Friends! It’s Monday, and I’m here again with a new short love story. This week’s romantic short story is about the personality clash between a hugely successful sport’s person and his sports manager. Hope you like it…

Title: Love Off the Field

“Aren’t you the luckiest girl in this world?” Aryan smirked as he pulled out a chair.

Shanaya lifted her head and looked up. Her eyes landed on an outstandingly gorgeous man, and a lump formed in her throat. “Ex…cuse…me…” She fumbled trying hard to swallow the bite of her vegetable sandwich.

“Water?” He raised the glass of water seating next to her.

“Thanks…” She sipped some water from the glass and placed it back on the table, gathering her strewn thoughts.

She had been in awe since she was appointed as the sports manager of Aryan Malik.

The young and dashing captain of the Indian Cricket Team was quite a player off the field as well. With a deeply dimpled smile and 6 feet tall frame, he could make any woman’s imagination run wild. However, Shanaya Khanna was not like any other girl.

It was her oozing confidence that swept Aryan off his feet. Their first meeting and he lost his heart to her. But aware of Aryan’s womanizing habits, she maintained a professional distance between them, no matter how hard Aryan tried to woo her.

“You’re ten minutes late.” She adjusted her glasses on her thin straight nose and looked in his direction only to find him staring at her, smile dangling at the corners of his lips.

“I’m flattered. I was an hour away and you started missing me.”

“We expect your cooperation in making things better.”

Romantic Short Stories: Love Off the Field, mariyamhasnain.com“I’m all yours Miss, do whatever you want.” He stretched his back against his chair and widened his arms. The chiseled expanse of his chest peeked through the translucent fabric of his sports T-shirt.

Shanaya was in her prime and Aryan’s nearness was causing some serious heart palpitations and gasping at her end.

She tried to control her rapid heart beat concentrating on the things she needed to discuss with him.

“So, let’s begin. You gotta work on your diet and exercise routine. I think you’re not paying proper attention to types of food you take. From now on, no oily and starchy food. Only proteins. And yeah, we need to work on building a good boy image of yours in the media.” She scribbled something on her notepad.

“We need to work on your sleeping and waking up cycle. Looks like you’re spending a little too much time outdoors, sleeping late at nights, and missing morning practice sessions..”

But, I need to seriously work on addressing those sparks that are flowing in between us, Miss.

“Yeah, sometimes it gets late. You know…” he chuckled as he thought about kindling a relationship between him and Shanaya.

“No late nights from now on.”

He peeked inside her eyes as he leaned closer. “Okay, only on one condition.”

“You can’t Mr. Malik.  You can’t bind me with your nonsense conditions.” She stuttered.

“Okay, consider it as a request. Consider this as my first step towards a good boy image. Am I talking sense now Ms. Khanna?” He whispered.

Musk surrounded her as he came even closer and brushed some loose strands of hair of her face, tucking them behind her ears.  “I want to take you out.”

“Okay. Just once.” Her lips fumbled as her heart galloped hard against her chest.

He commanded. “Just once a week.”

~End~

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Romantic Short Stories: Just Say Yes!

Hello, Friends! Well, I couldn’t keep myself from writing romantic short stories. Last week, I wrote two short stories. One for a contest and one for you. So, here’s your treat:

Title: Just Say Yes!

Tia Shumosky had a lustful eye for the Belmont Girls’ High School football coach.

The long-legged, brown-eyed Darcy was every girl’s eye candy. And Tia knew it. Though she never devoured Darcy’s sex appeal, his curious glances at her in the middle of the practice sessions often raced her heartbeat.

Tia was not a shy girl. Bold and confident, she was the vice-captain of her football team.

The only thing that stopped Tia from approaching Darcy was their age gap. Tia was a young 16-year-old teenager, while Darcy was in his late twenties, perhaps pushing to thirties, and a single dad.

Though their age gap never bothered Tia, she always remained apprehensive about Darcy’s thinking process. Besides that, Mrs. Bennett, the divorced psychology professor who always buzzed around Darcy, also served as a major obstacle in the creation of something more than just a pupil–trainer thing between Tia and Darcy.

Tia wiped a hand over her sweaty brow, stuffed her towel in her sports bag, and tightened her shoelaces.

It’s now or never. I will ask him today.

She sipped water from her tumbler, wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, and headed to where Darcy was relaxing after an adrenaline-pumping football session.

“How are you, Mr. Darcy?”

He gazed at her, his eyes crinkling under the beaming sun. “Ms. Shumosky. You’re still here? Don’t have classes today?”

“Yeah . . . I was . . . kind of . . .”

He smiled as he sensed the shakiness of her voice. “Yeah, you were . . . kind of . . . what, Ms. Shumosky?”

Oh, come on, Tia. Ask him. It’s now or never.

“Actually, as you know, today was the last day of our football practice session. From tomorrow onwards, exams are starting, and then holidays . . .”

“Yeah . . . so . . . that happens every year. Nothing new in that, Ms. Shumosky.”

“Actually, Mr. Darcy, I was thinking if I can . . . I mean, if you can take me . . . I mean, if we can go out somewhere. I don’t know when I see you next.”

He smiled as he rolled up the white socks on his firm calves. “Next year, Ms. Shumosky. We’ll meet at the start of the next sports session.”

She muttered under her breath. “If you know I’m graduating this year.”

“Oh . . . I see.”

His narrow eyes landed on Tia, and her heart skipped a beat. “Do you wanna go on a date with me before your graduation?”

“Kind of . . . only if you want.”

He rubbed a hand over his chiseled jaw and smiled. “Why don’t you come home, and I’ll cook something for you . . .”

“Oh, that’s great, Mr. Darcy.” Her heart raced as butterflies fluttered harder in her belly.

“Cool. So, today in the evening. Dinner time? Will that be fine with you?”

She bubbled with a wide grin. “Perfect . . . I’ll be there at six.”

“Sure . . . see you in the evening.”

***

“Maggie, she’s your new ballet teacher.”

Darcy smiled as he introduced his five-year-old daughter to Tia.

“I’m sorry, Tia, I was trying to ask you this for a long time. It would be great if you can teach ballet to Maggie. I hope you won’t mind that.”

A mixture of nervousness and excitement washed over her.

Wow . . . I hit the jackpot.

“No . . . not at all, Mr. Darcy. I would love to. It would be great if I can help her learn to dance. She’s so young. This is the perfect time for a start.”

Tia was on cloud nine when Darcy and Maggie dropped her home after dinner.

She couldn’t realize that Darcy wanted to see her every day. Ballet was just an excuse. He wanted Tia to spend time with his daughter so they would get to know each other, and who knew, this could lay the foundation of a new relationship between Tia and Darcy. Something more than just a pupil–trainer thing.

~End~

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Romantic Short Stories: Primal Desires

Hi, Friends!. Love You All. I hope you enjoyed your weekend and now looking forward to a new week. How about starting the new week by reading some romantic short stories. This week’s love short deals with the complex emotion of Lust. Perhaps Love. Perhaps both. You decide 🙂

Title: Primal Desires

“Are you nuts?” Shikha pushed all the stray hairs off her face back into a tight bun. “No way, he’s going to stay with us. Not when you’ll be not home.” She then looked away, glancing at the fresh lilies blooming in the green lawns of their house.

“He’s my childhood buddy. I can’t say no. It’s just a matter of a few days. Once the paperwork is done, he will be off.”

“Can’t you cancel your trip or can’t you book a hotel room for him?”

“Try to understand babes. Raghav is not just a friend. He’s much more than that.”

“I know. He was your emotional support pillar, but things are different now.” She arched her eyebrows as she flipped through the pages of the women’s magazine. “Fine. If you can’t understand, let’s get this straight—I’m not going to stay with a stranger especially when my husband is away.”

“Please sweetheart. I really need this favor from you. Raghav is a cool guy, and he’s not a stranger. You have seen his photographs and even talked to him. Remember, when he called me on the wedding night.” Vikas crawled closer to her  on the couch.

“Yeah, I remember, but that was just a formal call. He just congratulated us. That’s all. The truth is that I don’t know him. I mean if he’s going to stay with me, he will definitely eat, sleep, and do all the things that he does.”

“Of course. How can you stop the person of not doing his daily activities of living?” Vikas cocked a brow.

“So, what does he eat?”

“He’s not that picky. Anything with chicken will do. I will fill the refrigerator with an extra supply of chicken and beer for you two.”

Vikas’ gentle persuasion was flawless, and he finally succeeded in melting the ice of Shikha’s heart. She agreed to let Vikas’ childhood friend Raghav stay at their house for a week while Vikas was off to the US.

***

“Coming…” The doorbell ranged the third time. Shikha ran to the door, wrapping her wet hair in a towel.

“I’m sorry…was in the shower…Please come in,” she said, her faint smile vanishing. Her eyes fixed on a 6 feet tall hunk, an owner of a sculpted body that he hid underneath a white creased shirt and khaki pants, standing next to Vikas.

Raghav never looked that sexy in the snaps. Perhaps, that were the entire old ones I saw. He’s a grown up man now. A man with bulging biceps and tattoos. No wonder why he didn’t marry until now. Perhaps, he is a player. A man who always plays with women takes them to his bed but never gets involved in a relationship.

Anyways, who the fuck cares. He’s not going to stay here for any longer. It’s just a matter of seven days. All I need is to feed him good food, take him around the city, talk to him politely while he finishes his work in the town, and finally leaves the house.

Shikha assured herself that Raghav’s visit was not going to make any difference to her life as she arranged the table for lunch. However, she couldn’t stop herself looking at Raghav, devouring his intoxicating appeal.

That evening, Vikas left for the US leaving his wife alone in the company of his old childhood friend for a complete one week.

***

One evening…

“So what do you do?”

“Me. nothing. Just cooking, sleeping, watching TV that’s all.”

“You don’t have any hobby?”

“I never thought about it.”

“Never thought about it?” He chuckled. The sound of his snicker sent shivers of excitement all through her spine. And, boy, those vivid brown eyes, sexy enough to disturb all the sleeping butterflies in her stomach.

“I mean…Yeah…I used to make soft toys for kids when I was young. I mean it was long before getting married.”

“For kids?”

“For kids of the maids who would work in our society.”

“I see, and you used to gift them?”

“Yeah. Right.”

“That’s pretty adorable. I mean who the damn cares about these things.” His lips set in a grim line as he looked down the carpet of the living room. The air was heavy. There was this constant sound of raindrops falling on the tin roofing of the backyard. He looked sad, vulnerable, almost on the edge of shedding tears.

Vikas told her that Raghav was the son of a woman who used to work as a housemaid in their palatial residence. It was Vikas’s parents who helped Raghav’s mom to get him educated.

For a moment, she thought of going close to him and putting her hand on his, but she restrained. Restrained her from looking at him. Teardrops slid from the corner of her eyes. She couldn’t understand why she felt that way. A few days with this man and her world had changed. She never felt the intense magnetism towards any man she felt for Raghav.

“What do you do?” She broke the ensuing stillness of the rainy evening.

“I make sculptures?”

“Sculptures? You’re a sculptor?”

“Yeah…You guessed it right.”

“Interesting. So what do you sculpt?”

“Anything. I mean anything that fascinates me.”

“And, things that don’t fascinate you. Do you still sculpt them?”

“It depends. If I have to do it for a client. I once sculpted a fat businessman with fairly big mustaches, and I got sixty thousand bucks for that.”

“OK. Deal. You will make my sculpture, and because I’m not that fascinating, I’ll pay you for that.” She smiled.

“Who says you’re not fascinating?” He chortled.

His words electrified Shikha’s entire being. Hot desires grew from inside, making her cheeks blush. She cast her eyes downward, no words escaping from her mouth.

***

“Can’t you sit still…I’m shaping the features. And, please brush that hair away from your face.” Raghav’s voice was soft yet commanding enough to make Shikha’s heart race.

“No, no, not that…Oh, okay, just let me do it for you.”

As he came close, his body warmth floated around her. The brush of his fingers, all clay on them, on his forehead, and a shiver ran down her spine. Butterflies fluttered harder. Almost ready to tear her stomach. Her heart thumped even harder making it difficult for her to breathe. A choking feeling couldn’t let her inhale oxygen. All, she could inhale was the musky fragrance of his cologne as he stood just an inch away from her. His broad chest exposed in a blue vest, sweat drops traveling from his temple to his Adam’s apples before touching down the chisels of his gorgeous chest.

Oh! God! I want to breathe, and this man is not letting me do that. I will die if he doesn’t go away in another 10 seconds.

“I’m sorry. I can’t do this.” She pushed Raghav in his chest and scurried past him, darting out of the outhouse.

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“What’s wrong with you? It’s half done. Just a matter of few more hours.”

“I can’t sit still for that long. It’s okay. Just leave me alone. Just go.”

She could sense his presence behind her.

“Can’t sit for long or you can’t have me near you?”

His words pounded her heart, shattering it into pieces with each piece saying – yes you’re the one I ever longed for.

“Why are you here? Finish your damn paperwork and leave. Please go away.” She smoldered as she wiped her tears.

“Shikha…”

His low husky voice. Her name on his tongue worked like an aphrodisiac, igniting the fire more intense than ever before.

“Are you falling for me?”

She didn’t reply, tears making her vision blurry, her heart sinking, her lungs laboring for air.

“Aw, shucks, I can’t believe this.”

With that, he turned his back. And the next moment, he was gone out of her room.

20 minutes passed by

Perhaps, 30

Probably, an hour

“Raghav…” She cried like a kid as she searched for him everywhere in the house.

“Raghav. Where are you?”

“I’m here.” He came out of the guestroom, hauling his suitcase behind him.

“You can’t go away. Can’t leave me like this.”

“What do you want from me?” He came closer and looked in her eyes. “It’s lust Shikha, nothing else.”

“It’s not lust. If it were, I would not have wept that night when I saw tears in your eyes. Your presence, your nearness, your touch bring a hurricane of feelings. Feeling unknown to me. Feelings I’ve never had before. Feelings I want to melt into, fade into, dissolve into finishing my entire being. Being with you is like putting me on fire and asking you to leave is like letting that fire burn me.”

“You’re my friend’s wife Shikha, and I can’t break that trust. You understand. I can’t break that trust.” His grip hardened on her shoulders as he tried not to reveal his vulnerable side. The side he kept hidden from her, feelings that were burning him too, inside out.

“Don’t hurt me if you can’t love me.” She shoved his hands off her shoulders and turned around. “You should be gone when I come out.” And, she rushed to her bedroom, not wanting to see him leave.

Again, she could sense him standing behind her. His hand on her waist made its way under her shirt, pleasure bubbles forming inside her skin. His touch on her flat belly sparked thousands of volts of electric current. She closed her eyes to dissolve, to melt, to finish in the heat that dissipated from his body. Her head tilted backward, her lips parting in anticipation.

The touch of their lips kindled a fire. A fire that ignited both the bodies. Flames ready to burn them alive, turn them into ashes, a heap of slag, had they not extinguished them, doused them, smothered them succumbing to their primal desires. Love, Lust, Whatever.

***

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