TheÂ TurbulenceÂ has reached its 7th part here. ReadÂ part 6Â here if you havenâ€™t already. â€œHi Sandhyaâ€ â€œErr Its Avi here.. Avinashâ€ â€œYes Ai please tell meâ€ she muttered into the phone, her voice bleary as if she had been crying. â€œSandy. What happened? Are you alright?â€ he was nobody to ask her such a personal … Read moreTurbulence – Part 7
TheÂ TurbulenceÂ has reached its 6th part here. ReadÂ part 5Â here if you haven’t already. It was only when Avi called up to tell her that she was selected for the job that the gravity of the situation really sunk into Sandhya. It was shock that she expressed. Though she desperately needed that job, at some … Read moreTurbulence – Part 6
(The whole story startedÂ here, make sure you catch up with us.) I wonder why they say he is a flirt. Wasnâ€™t he perfectly fine with me last night? If anything his company had been wonderful, it felt like someone was finally listening to me. But why did he call me Sandy! Whoever does things … Read moreLast Hope
(The whole story started here, make sure you catch up with us. Read the previous part here.) â€œSo Sandhya, tell me about yourself. Something other than what I already know. Tell me how important this meeting is for you.â€ Sandhya, with those large restlessly expressive eyes was answering him, tiny details about her life, … Read moreShadows In Her Eyes
Continued From Part 2. Read Part 1 here. â€œDamn she is beautiful! Beautiful, the word is so much an understatement to associate to her. Who said Aiswarya Rai is the most beautiful woman in the world? Whoever did, must never have cast his eyes upon this goddess.â€ Sandhyaâ€™s slender fingers playing with her soft … Read moreEnter Mr. A
Continued From Part1: Sandhya’s Wait If today A didnâ€™t turn up, sheâ€™d have to make some miserable excuses and leave, embarrassed at having sat at the table for more than a good share of an hour without ordering even a glass of juice. She could never afford a place like this, ever. Especially not now. … Read moreWhat If!
Wringing her fingers and wiping her sweaty palm on the delicate hand-kerchief she carried, fluttering her eyelids and motioning to the waiter that she was waiting for someone else to join her before she would order her food, the black kohl lined eyes darted across the floor, towards the door trying to seek out … Read moreSandhya’s Wait