Ageless Itch

A glimpse beneath the sheets… Over the next few weeks, Ashna neither acted like, felt or was a visitor anymore. Victor would come out of his bedroom in the mornings to find her barefoot in his kitchen, wearing one ofโฆ

A glimpse beneath the sheets… Over the next few weeks, Ashna neither acted like, felt or was a visitor anymore. Victor would come out of his bedroom in the mornings to find her barefoot in his kitchen, wearing one ofโฆ

A glimpse beneath the sheets… Bhavana lifted the phone to take a picture, her face stared back at her. What theโ? Swipe, another one of her. The realization landed a moment later, she had grabbed his phone. She looked aroundโฆ

A glimpse beneath the sheets… By the time he returned she had cleared her desk and was sitting on its edge, rotating one ankle slowly, watching the rain. He set the basin down, draped the dry towels over the deskโฆ

A glimpse beneath the sheets… The elevator arrived. He stepped aside and held the door open for her. As the doors started closing, she leaned against the back wall, rummaging through her purse with one foot crossed over the other.โฆ

A Stranger, a Festival, and an Uninhibited Celebration.

A Betrayed Wife. A Younger Man. One Impulsive Morning.