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She's my Wife

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Closing the door behind me, I looked at her. She was extremely pretty and didn’t look like she was into this. “I need a drink first” She ordered. I poured her a drink and watched her drink it. “What’s your name?” I asked. “ Wouldn’t you fuck me ,if I tell you my name?” I looked away. “You don’t like look you’re those kinda girls” I said being friendly enough. “ Don’t try acting like a good guy.” Was her retreat. I got up and went up to the balcony. She sensed it and came after me  “ I too had a happy family   “ she said. “ They died? “ “They killed me”  was her reply. I became silent and dumb struck to ask anything more. “A few years back, I was madly in love with a guy. I was ready to give him everything he wanted . Within a few months of relationship, we had sex and I got pregnant.” “ He asked me to keep it a secret and get away with it. I didn't tell anyone about it. Eventually my parents came to know about it. They turned my life into living hell...
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The Art of Roasting.

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Ever found a Schmuck who's overly fond of being fake? or Someone who TyPeS lIke tHis? Or a pretentious 500 lines caption that deserved a middle finger standing ovation almost instantly? But couldn't think of a better way to roast the shit out of it. Welcum/Come to the FuckFeed article about teaching you how to Cumback/Comeback a douchebag. 1. Be Sarcasmic, not Stupid  For all you half brained Shakespeareans out here who will be more than willing to point out the use of a unparliamentary word 'sarcasmic'. I'd still use it. So yeah, what does being sarcastic mean? Rude? No. Ignorant? No. Smart? Fuck Yes. We as Primarily evolved and technically advanced human beings forget the one thing that really defines us. BRAINS. The grey matter can only be used to the 99% when we listen before speaking. When you listen or read through a context, that's when you can mentally create or develop a sense of sarcasm. For everything else it's called Barking . ...
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Be with you.

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"Don't stress out. It's fine", She said holding my hand. "I don't want to die. I don't fucking want to die so fast.", My sad-angry reply. I was being diagnosed with terminal cancer. Final stage said the doctors. I was thrown through the harsh chemotherapy sessions. My life had almost ended 6 months ago when cancer happened. All I asked was for more life. Dad died when I was 6 years old and mom passed away a few days later. I was brought up by my uncle. Life was good. 6 figure salary, a loving girlfriend what else could a guy ask for. But no, it had to crumble down. "You'll be fine honey" "You remember our first date?", i said lighting her up. "Yes. You took me to a veg restaurant where truck drivers would eat", she said with a laughter. God, I'm going to miss that laugh. "But the paneer was good. And you were the one who wrote 'paneer lover' on your Tinder.", i said taunting her. "...
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Friends? With benefits maybe.

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It was 10:30 and raining outside.He got home with my favourite packet of cigarettes. "Someone cried alot", he being sarcastic. "Right. You're wet. Go change"  "Alright. Her reply." And he got shirtless. I could tell you that's the sexiest thing to do when it's sexy outside. "He kissed a girl at a party after getting drunk. Didn't even tell me about it.", Me trying to vent my anger out. "Let's make it fair", he said and got really close to me. Leaned on me and kissed. We kept kissing till we realised it was the balcony. "Let's go inside." He said. His words made me hotter than before. I let him take me outside, pulling me by my hand. As soon as we were out the door he shoved me against the wall and kissed my lips. He was being rough. He pinned my arms against the wall and ground his hard cock against me, letting me know how hard I made him. He bit my lip and I moaned against him t...
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The Real place by Shreya Iyer

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Defeated by her looks he was, And in all his dreams there she was . His quest was just to become a friend , And with a nervous hand he hit his first send. Sitting on the balcony rail, there he was beginning a long long tale. He wanted to have with her a conversensation But all he ever got was moments of fleeting attention The way she'd talk, the way she'd laugh Never had he thought would create an impression that would forever last Cute like a baby when angry she was Everyone around her like a queen she bossed All of her miens soared his heart's pace Only in his dreams was for him her real place!!
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It's alright.

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"Don't you get it? It's over, Ahmed." "Just a chance. Is it too much to ask for?", my reply. "I'm sorry, I've moved on already. I don't want you anymore.", She said, disconnecting the call. "I don't want you anymore", Amazing phase isn't it? Like you're allowed to be there till the time they want you to be. And your life? Your feelings? They are fucked up already. Hello anyway, it's Ahmed Sheikh here. What you're about to read is the story of my life. All of us have that one thing that changes us, shapes us. Maybe this one's mine. A month later. "She's so hot man, chance maar na? ", Supreet said sipping his third leg of vodka. "You're home, go drunk.", My reply after completing my sixth peg. It's funny to see what alcohol does to your choice of words. "There's this app called Tinder. You can find someone who'll love you more than that bitch ...
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Maybe One day I'll.....

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Maybe one day I'll grow up to be as good as you. Maybe one day I'll not feel bad when I'll see everyone hugging their dad after doing well in their life. Maybe one day I'll have no one to tell me the right road when I'm going wrong. Maybe one day I'll just figure out why Mama loved you so much to stick through your ever up and down. Maybe one day I'll just wake up sick and there will no one scolding me about my health. Maybe one day I'll walk into your room and just smile remembering you, not cry. Maybe one day I'll go through all the sufferings you had gone through alone. Maybe one day I'll tell your grandkids about how amazing their Grandpa was.  And maybe until that day or every other day you'll be in each and every part I live with. And maybe until that day I'll never let you leave me for a moment. And maybe until that day I'll keep hoping. Hoping you would come back and hold me like you ...
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Did you ever look back?

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I stared at the blinking red light as it passed off. "Mom, when am I coming back?", asked my 12 year old champ. "It's just 6 months, beta. You'll meet new friends, new people and they'll all be so much happy to see you.", I replied with a cheerful smile. "Mama, what if they are not like and hate me. Bully me and snatch my tiffin. I'm just too like chota bheem". I smiled. Holding champ close to me, made him sleep on my lap. He loved dosing off on my lap. "Champ, whenever you're at new place you'll meet people who would not be like you. Hate you, annoy you and will try to suppress you but have you ever seen a star shining amidst all the darkness? Does it care about how dark or bright the surrounding is?" "It just shines bright.", His face lit up while he said this. "You'll also shine so bright someday. Brighter than anyone of them. And when you do, they'll all be the darkness....
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