Posts by Rutika Nainwani

I Am Sorry

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Sealed Fate

The bell jingles as I open the door to the wooden shack. Accompanying the sound of the bell is your exuberant laughter booming across the space, enveloping everyone in your

Dearest Child

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Ageless Hobbies

“Where are the camphor tablets kept?” she whispered.   He gave her a quizzical look and shrugged. She gave him a deadly glare, as deadly as could be in a

Two Sides of the Same Coin

Whenever something good happens, I immediately think of him. When something bad happens, I have to share it with him. He knows me better than I know myself at times.

Honeymooners

I entered the room quietly as I heard her humming her favorite song to herself while running her fingers through her wet locks. She looked divine with her brown hair