Secrets and Lies #AWitchSaga

Blissful months passed in the bewitching company– pun intended — of Megan, and just when I was certain that she, too, had fallen for me, she grew distant. The fog of apprehension was so heavy around her that I could cut it with a knife. Granted that she had secrets, I did not once question her life choices. After all, I had my own secrets that I didn’t share with her. Nevertheless, I could not let our skeletons sabotage our relationship. I longed to see her careless laughter chase away the darkness of my soul. Even if she didn’t wish to confide in me, I had to unravel the cause of her dismay, and I knew just the place to start.

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Something Old, New, and Crystal

Right now, while talking to her husband, Sahil, Zoya wasn’t sure if her life had started or reached a standstill after marriage. On the whole, he was a hard-working and generous man who didn’t have a wandering eye — a rare combination, if you ask me. Who am I? Well, you’ll know soon enough. For now, consider me a mind-reading fly on the wall.

A Date with a Witch #AWitchSaga

This had to be the worst date in the whole world. One could just smell the boredom. As much as I hated the warlocks, I had never met one so insanely boring. But, I needed him to take me under his wing. My only hope for survival was openly flirting with our waitress. He was easy on the eye, though. Whenever he smiled, a rare occurrence done only to impress the waitress, his deep dimples enhanced his appeal. If I had the luxury of wasting time, I would have loved to waste a couple of hours on him. As boring as the date was, his dreamy looks helped me stay.

Warlocks love Feisty Witches #AWitchSaga

I have always hated warlocks. Their conniving schemes almost always destroy you. Geoffrey is no exception. For now, I have the upper hand, but this would not be the case forever. Before I reinstate my mom into the elite club of the witches, I cannot surrender to the wrinkles and fine lines. I just can’t. And until that happens, I have to hold on to that warlock.

Witch? I did not Fall for a Witch #AWitchSaga

Witch? I did not Fall for a Witch is part 2 of Witches and True Love Bleed my Heart series.

A tap at the shoulder brought Megan back to the present. Without glancing back, she said, “You’re late.”

“Hello to you, too, Megan!” the warlock smirked showing his pearly white teeth.

“Enough with your games. Did you bring what I need, Geoffrey? Or, do you intend to waste more of my time?” Megan’s voice was laced with sarcasm. She kept her gaze on the ocean refusing to meet the warlock’s eyes.

Witches and True Love Bleed my Heart (Part 1)

Witches shouldn’t have to grow old. It’s an embarrassment really that even with all this power, I can’t make a mirror worship me! Megan waved her hands in frustration. Earlier, her reflection boasted a flawless skin with big round emerald green eyes, small nose and plump lips that sat perfectly on a glowing dusky tone. Now, signs of aging had caught up with her. Absentmindedly, Megan pressed her index and middle fingers over her crow’s feet, as if the very action would smooth away the wrinkles. She despised her drooping eyebrows, hallowing cheeks, and sagging skin. With a deep, she picked up a black bed sheet and threw it over her mirror.

Soulmate, My Soul will Find Yours!

Soulmate! There is a nice ring to the word. Right? Words have more power than we give them credit for. With just one right string of words, we can change the course of events — important events. Once upon a time, around seventeen years ago from now, a person introduced me to the word soulmate. I didn’t know at the time, but my life changed dramatically after that. For one, the idea of somebody, whom my soul knew even before I was born, lit up my whole world. No longer did I feel alone. With a soulmate by your side, you could be invincible. If you already have found your soulmate, you are nodding with me. Nonetheless, if you haven’t, you’re laughing at my naivety. Regardless of your reaction, I found my soulmate, and I love my life for it.

What Happens in Funeral Stays in Funeral!

Have you ever been to a funeral? Excuse my frank, albeit at times rather insensitive, remarks about the occasion. In my recent experience, I had come to the conclusion that more than 90% of those tear-stricken faces are portraying a facade. Undoubtedly, the close family mourns the loss deeply. However, a major portion of relatives, who come to “show respect” to the departed, do everything but mourn. Or perhaps, my family falls under this category. If you haven’t hated me with my forward comments, you would soon begin to hate me. Whatever! I never bothered about your opinion, why should I start doing it now? Particularly on the day, when I received two mind-blowing superpowers from God.

Pedigree Rescues the Cops from the Madness!

He barked at me. Don’t scratch your head. I am not using any metaphor. My brother, Shaurya, literally barked at me. I asked him repeatedly to cut it out, but he kept on barking. I don’t know what new game he had picked up on TikTok or any other social media platform, but it wasn’t funny. If I didn’t leave now, I’d be late for work.

In a Class of Language, Humans can Imprint too!

When I saw the movie Twilight or maybe it was New Moon, I thought the idea of a werewolf imprinting1 on a woman was a load of bullsh*t. It just didn’t seem realistic. Do you see the irony? I was trying to find “realistic” reasoning in a movie based on vampires and werewolves. Yet, the day I saw Avani for the first time, all my logic went out the window. I must be a werewolf at heart, because, at that time, I believed that I had imprinted on Avani. My world revolved around her, and she didn’t even know about it. Who knew that the road that I had taken to learn the magnificent French language would actually lead me toward a girl, whom I would never forget.