Hello Guys! So this is going to be my first foray into the Harry Potter fan-fiction. I noticed that JK Rowling has not yet written about any magical school in either India, Pakistan or Bangladesh. I wanted to know if there was any school of witchcraft and wizardry in the region, but since I have… Continue reading PAASBAAN-E-HARF: The Defenders of Magic.
The aubade of war was a blissful sound, dulling me to sleep. My man was getting ready to be greeted by Battle. And I had insisted he wear white, but he wanted to cosplay the brown Tunic that he wore when we wed many a guns ago. And so we had fought over his love… Continue reading The Aubade of War
It has been days. Or months I don’t know. He has read them, I am sure. But hasn’t replied, why? I don’t know. He says all the right things. Why he acts strange then, I don’t know. Is it because I do the same at times? Yet he knows how I feel, or not. I… Continue reading I Don’t Know
I dress in silk. He dresses in a suit. I dress to please. He dresses to dominate. I dress in lace. He dresses in latex. I dress sensually. He dresses to dominate. I dress in nothing. He dresses in nothing. I dress submissively. He dresses to dominate.
Laying in my bed, I think; How far we had come and gone. What would make for it to sink? Our fragile ship, we’ll see anon. Counting the seconds gone by, I wait impatiently for his reply. It matters if he is a fox and sly, Hunting me like others, killing me with a lie.… Continue reading Sinking Love
You confuse me. You challenge me. You anger me. You fascinate me. You taunt me. You haunt me. You violate me. You validate me. You fuck me. You leave me. But, You will never love me. You will never introduce me, To your family; they will never know me They will never know I existed.… Continue reading You Will Never…