The Promise – Part 8

Meera left that morning with Vivaan. She never asked his story, nor why he did that. Vivek didn’t try to stop her. He knew he had lost her. He should have confessed but only if it was that easy. It had been a month since he had seen both of them. He would call her... Continue Reading →

The Promise- Part 7

5 months before “Vivek, I need your help immediately. Can you please come over to my location now.” He was busy in a meeting, but he had excused himself and gone there. Anu’s voice had panic. He had gone there and found Anu bleeding. Her hand had multiple bruises and possibly their were a few... Continue Reading →

The Promise – Part 6

Hi Meera, I am Anu. You do not know me. But I want to apologize to you for the past one year in your life. You remember your anniversary when your husband didn’t turn up, he was with me. For all the so called conferences, when he didn’t come back home, he was hooked up... Continue Reading →

A Promise – Part 5

For recap please go to these links https://thevagabond.me/2017/10/16/the-promise/ https://thevagabond.me/2017/10/16/the-promise-part-2/ https://thevagabond.me/2017/10/17/the-promise-part-3/ https://thevagabond.me/2017/10/19/the-promise-4/ Not all love stories have happy endings. Meera resigned to the fact that hers could have better. She tried to keep herself busy with her work, with her son. She knew she could not hurt herself anymore. Vivek had got addicted to the aura... Continue Reading →

The Promise – Part 2

Before reading this, please read Part 1 The Promise Next morning, he woke up with a bad headache. “Hangover, may be! He thought. His wife neither called him nor left a message. “Good” He muttered to himself. He realised he had to go home before work. He popped in an aspirin to keep going. Traffic... Continue Reading →

The Promise

She sat waiting at the dinner table. Today, he had promised he would finish up in time and they would have dinner together. “Together” had been ages for them, may be before they had moved to parenthood. Today, she was so happy. She had dressed up in his favourite outfit, his favourite colour red and... Continue Reading →

The Girl Next Door

I am the girl who lives next door. I know you do not remember me. You never spoke to me or heard my voice. I never walked on those streets freely, as I was told I had grown up and boys playing out could tease me. I decked myself in my room and surrounded myself... Continue Reading →

Powered by WordPress.com.

Up ↑