Jatin Marwah, the young owner of Residency Hotel, was found dead in his office, leaving behind his entire fortune for Shimona, his charming wife. Cardiac arrest, that’s what the doctors declared. He was known to be an alcoholic.
Standing beside the round table and looking at the array of towering glasses and the tea cups in the hotel lobby, Shimona looked captivating in her white embroidered Kurta salwar. There was a faint bewitching smile on her pink lips, “When marital rape and adultery are not crimes, then choosing a path of freedom isn’t too,” she said to herself.
If there was one thing Latika was obsessed with was her slippers. She had innumerable pairs of slippers still she could never resist herself from buying more. She was getting married to Saarthak and was planning an entirely new collection of them for her trousseau. “Don’t you think 15 pairs are a bit too much?” her mother questioned. “Mom, I can’t go on repeating the same for every party,” was her answer. A month later, she came back to her mom. Her face full of bruises, her eyes swollen and blue. There were red marks of slippers on all over her body. She cried in her mother’s arms, “You were right mom. I shouldn’t have bought them!”
Anamika was watching her friends’ pics on social media. She thought about the last time she had gone with Rohit for a vacation three years back.
A post caught her eyes, hesitatingly she dialled the number given.
“What’s the harm in trying once? Rohit any way never pays attention to me. He will never come to know.”
Refreshed and satisfied, she thanked the stylist for the awesome makeover and booked him for the next time.
“Anu, you look really hot in your new looks!”Rohit grabbed her by her waist.
The spark was back and the Seven Year Itch was gone.
This post is written as an entry for Day 6 of the Bar-A-Thon Edition 3. the theme i have taken for my posts is the marathon of 100 words story. I have combined the theme with the prompt for today – Seven Year Itch.
The setting was perfect, Manasi was looking gorgeous in her black dress while Sumit looked like a Greek god in his black suit. After six months of having a baby, they had planned a dinner date leaving their baby in the custody of grandparents.
The waiter took the order, Manasi was waiting for some romantic conversation.
Sumit’s phone rang. A call by one of his clients took a good half an hour after which the rest of the evening was gone with Sumit making arrangements for his client’s visit. “Three’s a crowd,” she thought as they sat in the car.
This post is written as an entry for Day 3 of the Bar- A- Thon Edition 3. I am using my theme as the marathon of 100 word story challenge combining with the prompt for today which is ‘Three’s a crowd’.