That was not a strange thing for her. She was born with that and could feel it very closely. It could be intolerable for others but it was her luck. Even in dream she couldn’t get rid of it. That day, she was waiting for the passenger. Hissing breeze was touching her stinking but sensuous body. Suddenly a dark faced sage, wearing a single clad around his waist, … [Read more...]
Nisha Singh writes on Indian Review.