Anmol Rawat: Short Stories

Short Stories

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Bloody Mary

Our families were having a get together. I hated it. Going to these get-together parties meant being bullied by other kids. While my pa...

Click Here to Read the First Part Two days had passed since Neha last attended the college. There was no phone call from Aman; not ...

One of them kicked Aman in face while he was lying almost unconscious. The pain was unbearable for him as blood oozed out of his mouth. ...

“Psst. Pssstt…” “He’s gone?” asked the rubber. “Yeah. Probably to get another one since I refused to let him sharpen that ugly stick o...

Tum ko dekha, to ye khayal aaya Ke jaise noor utar aya ho zameen par aasman se Ke jaise is dil ko shayad tha intezaar isi muskura...

She was looking gorgeous in the red gown that I had bought her on her previous birthday. It perfectly snuggled up her curves making her...