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.
Her canvas had lost its colours after the death of her mother due to cancer. He was a wanderer, a nature photographer. The love for colours brought the two closer. He had lost his love due to cancer too. “Losing love in life doesn’t mean losing hope too,” he said. Taking out a ring from his pocket and sliding it in her hand, he said, “I want you to fill colours in my life.” “Me too,” she said. Together they coloured not only their lives but also the life of his girlfriend’s autistic child whom they adopted with all the love and care, and called her Neelima, after her mother.
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.
They dreamt of performing in India’s Best Talent Hunt Show and becoming The Famous Four.
Beach, roadside, parks, bridges, monuments, high-rise buildings, they had tried them all for their death-defying stunts. The next chosen destination was the dam for they would send the video for the first round of audition. They will become famous.
The wild waters were let loose, blinded by youth, they ignored the warning.
The video went viral. They became famous, only none of them survived to see it.
Four youth drowned while performing stunts on the dam…
All for mere six minutes of fame.
This post is written as an entry for the Bar-A-Thon Edition 3. I have used the theme as the marathon of 100 words story. I have combined the theme along with the prompt for today : Six Minutes of Fame.