Valentine.

"V&L" read our initials. So delicately carved into a now surely dead Henry's plum-colored flesh. His glazed eyes continue to stare in my direction-Though no longer focused on, but behind me. At this, a familiar scent invades my nostrils. One that promises death and despair. I can already feel his intoxicating heat an...

Blindspot

I was 8 when I got promised to Andrei, my childhood friend. We shared a great bond and comfort with each other. But we didn't love each other. That word wasn't in my vocabulary and perhaps nor in his. I am genophobic. I am scared of sexual intimacy. I married Andrei, not aware of someone's eyes on me all through these...