"Sardar ji, kithey?" Preeto called out from inside the kitchen. Sardar ji went about tying his turban around the frown lines on his forehead. He wrapped the final end of the cloth and tucked it inside securely. "Main kahya ji, where are you going now?" Preeto emerged from the kitchen, her hands covered with wet … Continue reading The Victims
She wasn't willing to feed more mouths with her family's share. Babies were tender and vulnerable, you see. They tended to pop anything in their mouths - even poisonous berries.
Riya glanced at Charu wading through the knee-deep water that was gurgling around her legs. Her wet clothes clung to her curves, showing more skin than needed. This was what kept Abhinav hooked to her twin. She frowned and bit her lip. Charu was close to the bank now, struggling up a cluster of high rocks. Two more minutes. Surreptitiously, Riya turned her gaze upriver. Anytime now!
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