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Tears rolled out of Aravind’s eyes as he banged on the table that he was sitting on, he had lost his mental peace. Pavithra walked away with a smile, a smile that had a sense of achievement and satisfaction. In the IT firm, they worked for Pavithra was a fresher and acted the damsel in distress while Aravind the Cowboy of guns and roses. It was a new gossip, few naughty ones questioned him how he could act a playboy and change girls quickly. He was quite serious this time, he loved her dearly and even wanted to take it a step further, he dreamt of a life with her. Dates, dinners, and shopping like all. Kisses but never more, when he could hold no more and proposed, she refused and said we are just friends nothing more. The next day’s newspaper had a first-year obituary for Paayal - moaners, family members, and friends - Pavithra, Rohan, and Geetha.        

As Mala rode her bike early in the morning towards her office, zip went a bike crossing her like a torrent. She wished she could tell the boy to control his speed for his own safety. There was a quick flashback running in her mind and she heard a screeching sound near the crossroad, her heart beat faster she knew something was wrong. The young biker was on the road with his head bleeding badly, and an SUV speeding fast. Morning sweepers, stood around to see the boy bleed. The loud sound of the ambulance nor the thought that she was getting late to work didn’t deter her from helping the boy reach the hospital and wait until his relatives and friends reached. He was saved, but Mala cried. She wished her son Abijith could have been saved if not for people to just gather around and watch him die, while he bled on the road that fatal day.

  Chandhini’s heartbeat faster than her eyes blinked, as she sat on the neatly made hotel bed. The brown curtains were closed fully, if not for the floor lamp’s light the whole room would be pitch dark. Her mind was racing that this was wrong and she had to stop it immediately and leave that room. Just then the room bell rang. She could hear her heart load and clear, her new Black XS perfume mixed with her sweat and emitted a different smell, she opened the door. The man barged inside and kicked the door close. He held her tight and kissed her lip, before she realized it, they were in bed. She knew she wanted it badly, she couldn’t control it. It was pure ecstasy, as she moaned and enjoyed every minute until she was totally exhausted. The man came closer and said so do I get paid for this? And they both laughed. Finally the idea of making Rakesh a call-boy, to work out their 15years marriage succeeded! It was the end to the endless arguments and thoughts of divorce between them.      

  Here is my new collection of Bijou stories . Bijou just means short, small, kutty. Yeap! in today's world we don't have time to sip our cup of tea peacefully, where will we have time to read. I have a strange feeling that the habit of reading will soon become a dinosaur, extinct. Lending libraries used to be fun in my days, where we kids used to fight for books. Today's kids hate to read, where will they go to libraries. Maybe like these web series and movies show today's kids would prefer the library for some romance, quiet place no disturbance. Well yeah ! jokes apart. I am planning to adapt to this kindda writing for few more days, let's see how you like it.   One thing is for sure, thanks to my dear buddies who kept pushing me to write more and change my writing style to suit today's taste buds. Well, hope you guys find time to read. Until next time cheers!