Assassin

All he had was three things: A dragon tattoo, a black spectacle, a silver trinklet.

All she had was two things: Moustache, Checkered shirt

The music was loud and the lights were dim. The dance floor was occupied and cramped for space. 

She was sitting on the bar stool, at the bar, sipping her drink while her eyes kept scanning for two things.

He entered the pub and stood silently at one of the corners, his eyes scanning for the required details. Having a rich experience, he quickly took a glance at the bar. He found the three things for what he was looking for. With a smile, he took to the dance floor.

Convinced, he walked towards the bar at the bar stool and placed a small gun at the back of her head.

Immediately, with a swift of her right hand, she injected the vial on his right thigh before he could pull the trigger.

Moustache- Checked, Checkered Shirt- Checked

But, what was not checked was their relationship as Husband and Wife, as the assassin in her took over her soul.

This post is written for Half Marathon Blogging Challenge with Blogchatter for Day 6.

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Suspicion

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She had left a couple of text messages and a seducing voice note for him a couple of hours earlier.

He had not replied to any of those, just like the past few times, adding to her rising suspicion of having an extra marital affair.

She paced around like a woman on a mission, possessed. 

After almost six hours since she had sent the messages, the door bell rang. The key-hole showed it is him. She gathered herself, opened the door, welcomed him and hugged him straightaway.

Ten minutes later, he laid dead, her entire being shivering from the shock.

Three reports in her hand read: Resignation Letter, Doctor’s report stating that he’s diagnosed with cancer and a Love Letter addressed to her.

This post is written for Half Marathon Blogging Challenge with Blogchatter for day 5.

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Valor

The flight departed from Heathrow airport. Once everyone had settled in, reading, sleeping or watching movies, he quickly started working on the plan. They had to act first.

He gave a nod to his fellow partners to meet at the galley for a quick last minute briefing.

They dispersed off quickly, one towards business class, one towards the economy class and the remaining one towards the tail.

Two minutes later, right when the minute hand touched twelve, the three of them aimed at the target and pulled the trigger.

Breaking News showed the dead bodies of the terrorists killed mid air.

Two days later, the three women IAF officers were enjoying their drink at the success party of their mission.

This post is written for Half Marathon Blogging Challenge with Blogchatter for Day 4.

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Connivance

She occupied the front row seat, right in the center, from where things can be captured easily. Amidst exchange of cheek kissing, jealous smiles and attitude throwing celebs, she stood out as a famous fashion designer.

The lights faded off and all the focus was on the show. One by one, the models burned the floor with their stunning looks, showcasing the spring summer collection. It was time for the showstopper to showcase the design created by the front row occupant designer. The model came out with a thunderous round of applause and a couple of steps later, disaster occurred- Wardrobe Malfunction.

The designer was capturing her right from the start in her camera and left a conniving smile just when the disaster struck.

The PR machinery brought back the ‘once a star actress’ back into limelight.

This post is written for Half Marathon Blogging Challenge with Blogchatter for Day 3

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A Stinging Lesson

Both of them were dancing to the choreographer’s steps. Suddenly, her eyes widened which was not captured on the screen.

A thunderous roar followed the claps, as the director screamed ‘cut’.

Both continued looking into each other’s eyes as if something was brewing between them. The crew members, the director and each and everyone present of the set was in a bit of a puzzle as there was no news of the two ‘going on’ in the market.

Suddenly she pushed him a little away from her, lifted her right hand and swinged it as fast she could to land right between his legs.

He got a stinging message then and there, ‘Not to take undue advantage’.

This post is written for Half Marathon Blogging Challenge with Blogchatter for Day 2

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On Impulse

She lit her cigarette, took quick puffs and let herself fall on the sofa while streams of anger kept rolling down her eyes.

A pool of blood lay in the middle of the room.

A loud chortle reverberated in the room as she replayed the video footage of him trying to force upon a struggling actress.

Cutting off her chortle, she roared, ‘The bastard deserved it’, as she viewed the image of his boyfriend for one last time.

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This post is written for Half Marathon Blogging Challenge for Blogchatter for Day 1.

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Be My Guest - Forever

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He was jubilant that day. His simple, not so flowery and yet fancy in a way proposal was accepted. That evening he passed a long time staring across the 22 gifts he had received from 22 different people as a gesture of budding feelings of love over years. However, his philosophy when it comes to Love was simply, ‘Be my Guest’ and hence resulting in a break-up; some amicable and some hostile. But for the 23^rd time, he had allowed love to be his guest for the one last and final time as that day’s ‘Yes’ keeps reverberating every time he sees her.

This fiction is written for the Blog Chatter weekly prompt 'Be my guest'. 

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Prejudice

Hello all the wonderful readers! Thank you for dropping by to read my SIX word post! You can catch the previous one here.

This week, the theme to write a SIX word story is 'Prejudice' and I am trying to portray how prejudiced 'we' as an entire race of humans are against a certain sect of people, defining and labeling them as per our fancy. It is time to change our mindset, have an open and a free mindset before judging people.

"He defined people, by their attire"

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Linking it to Six Word Stories - Challenge no. 5

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Purgatory

Hey folks, after my first attempt at the Six Word Story, here is my second attempt at this interesting and addictive way of writing micro fictions. 

Do let me know about my take on the word prompt 'Purgatory' by leaving your footprints and sharing on social media.

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Love in hearts, divorced on papers

Linking it to Six Word Stories - Challenge No. 4

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Religion and Humanity

Hello folks! Today, for the first time, I am attempting to write a story in SIX words only. Although, it is a tad difficult to visualize the plot and come up with a story in just SIX words only, I've tried to do justice to the theme. 

The theme for this week's Six Word Story is : Murder

So, here goes my SIX word story.

With all smiles, religion killed humanity.

Linking it to Six Word Stories - Challenge No. 3

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Small Gestures

She pulled the duvet closer to her shifting in her posture, hugged it tightly and started snoring again.

It was the wee hours in the morning and the sun was just about to rise when he stealthily slid across the bed without making any noise but only after leaving a peck on her cheek.

He kept admiring the beautiful face of her wife for a while, the succulent pink lips, which he felt had turned a bit sore after all the love making the previous night and ran his hand through her long shimmering hair before realizing it is about time.

He hustled and bustled ensuring that he creates minimum noise, prepared everything, set the ambiance, took a deep breath and waited for the enchanting eyes to open.

She yelped, seeing his face right in front of her as soon as she opened her eyes and pushed him aside, only to find the extravagant spread lying on the table, a bottle of wine, a bouquet of red roses and her prince charming ogling at her as she rushed to hug and devour him before laying her hands on the sumptuous breakfast.

Pro Tip - Small gestures go a long way in maintaining a healthy relationship between individuals.

 Linking with  Lillie Mcferrin – Five Sentence Fiction – Breakfast

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Bubbles

He was staring at the boy blowing bubbles from a soapy warm liquid and eyeing them till they would vanish in the thin air. 

The times of he doing exactly the same; chasing each and every bubble that he blew, trying to catch it in his palms until it would burst and suddenly vanish away from his sight, appeared in front of him.

For him, life itself was a bubble where he chased and chased for things.

Sometimes life would have him lap up things easily, zoom his graph at jet-speed and the very next moment he would find his graph plummet at the same speed with him chasing even for the basic of things.

But for now, he lived happily in his own little bubble, what we usually call a pavement, gazing at the stars and reminiscing his old and young days.

What it’s all about: Five Sentence Fiction is about packing a powerful punch in a tiny fist. Each week I will post a one word inspiration, then anyone wishing to participate will write a five sentence story based on the prompt word.

This week’s word: BUBBLES

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Scorching Love

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He swiped his key card, quickly pushed himself inside, locked the door and laid his back on the neatly done king size bed of his hotel room with his legs left hanging from the corner of the bed.

The scorching heat had him completely drenched in sweat as beads started to trickle down from his forehead over to his earlobes and onto the quilt.

He had his eyes closed as he felt the cool breeze all over his face, but strangely there was something that was making him highly uncomfortable.

After lots of moans and groans, he finally opened his eyes to the naked sight of a tall chiselled man, eyeing him in lust with a mixture of water and sweat dripping from his body.

'Did I just entered the wrong room and probably got tricked or something', he thought initially, but brushed it aside as he welcomed the man with a wild grin to another round of burning the bed sheet.

What it’s all about: Five Sentence Fiction is about packing a powerful punch in a tiny fist. Each week I will post a one word inspiration, then anyone wishing to participate will write a five sentence story based on the prompt word. This week’s word: SCORCHING

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The Thief

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She kept switching sides while hugging her pillow tight, resting it just above her heaving chest. 

For the 'n'th time she checked the 'gallery' folder in her cell phone and viewed their lovey-dovey image. 

Left so engrossed in visualizing both of them together, hugging, pleasuring each other and making out, that she could not hear the sound of the main door opening with a noise. 

He tiptoed slowly into the dark, went towards her room and spotting her lying on the bed, the intruder leaped towards her, placed his one hand on her mouth while the other hand started undoing the buttons. 

"I love you", she said in parts catching her breath in between and he left a wicked grin.

Writing for Five Sentence Fiction. It is about packing a powerful punch in a tiny fist. Each week Lillie Mcferrin posts a one word inspiration, then anyone wishing to participate will write a five sentence story based on the prompt word. This week’s word: THIEF.

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Tea, Tea leaves & Relationship

She stirred the water. The tea leaves whirled before calming and settling down onto the sides of the teapot.

“Such is life. At once there is calmness all around and suddenly there appears a force that breaks the silence and creates a lasting madness all around you.”  She pondered.

Closing her eyes, she inhaled the aroma of the brewing tea and ran her tongue over her dry lips.

Her lips widened as she felt infirm yet muscular hands wrap around her waist in a hug as he whispered, “The more you brew and nurture a relationship, more strong it gets.” 

This post is written for Write Tribe's 100 Words on Saturday.

Also linking my post to : http://writetribe.com/write-tribe-pro-blogger-challenge/

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A Perfect Crime

Shailaja V is hosting a weekly blogging challenge From 15 to 50: Fiction Link Up-September 2014 and I am participating in it for some challenge.

So here it goes:

Three similar pots in increasing order besides every deceased body, an evidence or a planted one?

Her perspective changed, from suicide to murder. His remained focussed.

An extraordinary turn of events placed herself as prime suspect leading to her conviction.

A perfect three in a row for him!

Fate sealed.

Word count: 50

Word prompt: Perspective

Phrase prompt: Three in a row

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Photo Courtesy: Shailaja V/ The Moving Quill

Linking this to the Fiction Challenge ‘From 15 to 50′

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Marriage of Love

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‘You remember the dawn, that day, in which our hearts sang in one tune?’

‘Do you remember the dusk, that day, in which our hearts bonded for eternity?'

They sensed their lips widen to their questions as they sat across the dining table of a plush restaurant with a soulful tune from a violin playing for them.

‘The suit looks good on you’, announced Heer; ‘and so does the sari’, expressed Hari with his eyes fixated on hers.

Standing afar and looking at them express their love for each other, a delighted Amarpreet kissed Boman on his cheek and whispered a ‘thank you’ for coming into her life and agreeing to sponsor and give poor a chance to lead a royal life like ours for a day on our every wedding anniversary.

"Marriage isn't between a man and a woman but between love and love." ~ Frank Ocean

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Our Dream

‘Savings is the only way that can lead us to our dreams.’ She had once admonished him on his spending habits, now reiterating it.

‘I don’t want our present to be affected while thinking about the future and moreover I believe in living to the fullest’, he reiterated his belief.

You and your beliefs! Sighed Nagma.

Pulling her closer, he whispered, and with a wide grin greeted her, ‘Happy Anniversary Darling!’

‘30 years of hard work, your support and ‘savings advice’ made it possible to own a beach house!’

With an overwhelming sense of achievement they cried, hugged, and celebrated.

Linking it to Write Tribe's 100 words on Saturday #15

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The Dark Reality

It is always a pleasure to write at Write Tribe's prompts and now after a short haitus it feels good to be back to writing for the superb prompts.

This time it is the 100 words on Saturday 2014 #14

“Truth has many faces. Even a simple ‘I Love You’ has many undercurrents which one can never see and feel”. And ‘truth’ when presented to please is often modified to suit the people concerned”, reasoned Arun, his close friend and attorney.

Kabir’s mind wobbled with the twisted facts his father had presented about his mother’s death.

 For almost 30 years he was oblivious to the fact that his mother was murdered for objecting to his father’s unprecedented and ever escalating demand for dowry. Kabir wished he knew then what he knew now.

“Press for death penalty”, hissed Kabir with angst.

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Authentic or Not?

‘Common push, push hard’, bellowed Priya as she waved a caring hand over her head.

Tanya yelped out hard in agony as Priya pushed with both her hands, using hers.

The tension on Priya’s face was evident as Tanya barely had any energy left in her.

‘It’s close, pretty close. One or two more push and it’s done’, said Aachal in an affirmative tone.

Priya patted Tanya’s cheek so as to make sure she doesn’t succumb to the pain.

Tanya screamed again, pushing as much as she could along with Priya’s help and finally she was relieved as they heard the sweet cry of a baby.

‘Cut it’, said the director appreciating all of them for pulling out a fantastic and a genuine looking scene.

‘Who says acting is an easy job’, exclaimed Priya as she took a sip of her green tea. 

I am participating in Festival of Words this week and you can too. This post is written for The Write Tribe Festival of Words. Day 1 - 9 Sentence Fiction

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