MY ULTIMATE REVENGE

he palpable tension in the space. Women's underwear were scattered all over the

back.The soft rush of water from the bathroom ceased, and the man emerged, his presence commanding the room. With a towel casually draped around his waist, his broad shoulder

and teasing an undeniable temptation lingered within her.'Do you like What you see?' he asked, his gaze never lea

o go again? Isn't he tired from exhaustion? My back and hea

' she sai

the lamp Stand and swiftly yet carefully brought out her phone

nsaction was

the air, a clear si

ieces of her act together yet he couldn't."What was that for

s generous," she said, though her voice trembled slightly. It was her first time in such a si

the screen of her phone as she cu

evident in his expression. "What do you

paring him a glance . "We're square now," she replied

cessed her words. Then, it hit him. It seemed li

g on her handbag. Curiosity got the better of him, and he reached over, rummaging through it.

soft now, with a mixture of sadness, disbelief

and awkwardness. Yet his eyes pressed fo

d her lips, "Is there need for that?" Sh

intimacy exchanged, the payment settled.

ingers tightening around the p

ly for a moment. A soft, amused sou

f you like it, y

o flirt-clumsily, at that. Another one hoping to ride the

ssion shifted-earne

, " 11th April, on State Road 315.. I was dying

ave a sudden, jarring thump at the mention of

her birthday-the day he never failed to celebrate with her

ing caught her eye-a figure slumped near an alleyway. Her heart skipped. She hurried over and gasped. A man lay there,his lips twitched as he expressed his pain, his t

in. The clothes, the worn-out shoes, the hollow eyes-it all made sense. He wasn't just a stranger.