Category: Short Stories by Me

Love is in your arms! – Short story

Seeing him run towards me, filled my heart with abundant happiness. I was heaving having run around the block looking for someone I knew, some face that would look known. In this city of unknown, I was filled with a strange fear. Every passing man seemed to be like a demon lurking in the darkness, waiting to pounce on me. Waiting for the bait to fall in his clutch.

I had come miles away from home to meet him. Not to come so close and get lost in this labyrinth. He had told me that he would come to pick me up. The more he delayed coming, the more my heart thudded aloud in the cage of bones. I had come to tell him the truth. The little fact of my life. The fact that I had long hidden within my heart. I didn’t know what he was going to say, what his feelings and thoughts were, but I had to tell him. I just had to tell him!

A car screeched at the opposite side of the road, I pulled my black jacket around the body tightly. I shut my eyes fearing a blood-splattered sidewalk. With a shriek I covered my ears with the cold palms. I stood there, afraid to move or even see or hear the things happening around. There was a eerie silence that prevailed. I didn’t want to witness a horrific accident while I was already struggling as a lost foreigner in one corner of the city. 

As silent moments passed I heard footsteps. They were getting closer and I felt they were approaching me. Someone was running towards me from across the road. When I opened my eyes, I saw him coming towards me!

There was worry across his face and a fear looming in his eyes. Seeing him my eyes got filled with tears. Finally he was here. He was always there at the right time, whenever I had needed him, at school, at college, at dates with some boy he disapproved of and even today! Even with the worry on his face, he looked all the more amazing. He is one handsome man I have ever met in my life. While I did date some really good looking men, I never saw him as I did today. They say rightly, you value something or someone only when it moves away from you!

His black shirt stuck to his body, which he had paired with a pair of black jeans. He had a passionate love for that color. His eyes were filled with feelings of concern and apprehension. His nose had a tinge of pink, which usually tinted his nose and cheeks when he had cold or was trying hard not to cry. His square shaped face with his well trimmed stubble was illuminated under the moonlight. His broad shoulders moved as he rushed. Every nerve that emerged and hardened under that skin was visible to me today. Why had I been so blind! I thought removing my palms off my ears.

Reaching close to me, he stopped at an arm’s length. Breathing heavily he spoke, “Are…. You…. All…right?” 

I nodded my head.

“What…are…you…doing…here? Why…didn’t… You…call…earlier?” he spoke one word at a time.

I just smiled at him. He stopped talking and looked at me. In a few moments of silence he had steadied his breath while I felt breathless standing so close to him. Waiting for an opportunity to tell him that what I had come so far to tell.

Suddenly his arms rose and held my hands. Instantly, he pulled me closer. “I was afraid when you said you were here! You shouldn’t have stepped out of the airport.”

“I wanted to surprise you! But guess that was a bad idea!” I giggled. Trying to control my laughter, I pulled my right hand off his grip and tucked a loose strand behind my ear.

Just then his hands cupped my face. “This wasn’t a surprise, Amanda! This was horrible. A terrible idea! You have any idea how I managed to drive that damn car without running over someone and avoiding myself from getting hit! I don’t know how many traffic signals I broke. The moment you said you were here, I was so happy but when you said that you left the airport in the middle of the night and there was no one with you, it drove me mad. How could you be so irresponsible? My heart…. I…. You….. You have no idea, right?”

He stopped midway.

“I have no idea of? What Rick?” I asked him.

He took a deep breath and his grip on my face turned soft. 

“I was scared. Scared of losing you. I can never think of existence on this earth without you Amanda. I just can’t….because….because….” A lone tear fell from his right eye.

“Because?” I looked at him. My heart was beating with a strange pain and blood gushing around with unknown speed. 

 He looked into my eyes and said, “Because, I have always loved you! Always have and always will.” 

As he said those beautiful words, he pulled away his hands and turned back. I saw his hand rise and knew he was wiping away that little tear. His shoulders rose and fell as he tried to control his breathing and the turbulent feelings. I knew he was trying to gain control on his emotions.

My body shook with a new joy, a new feeling of peace. Tears fell down my eyes and my heart skipped a beat. My lips split and stretched themselves involuntarily into a smile. I took a little step and got rid of the distance between us. I put my hand on his shoulder. He turned. His eyes red with new tears in them, his lips quivered as he struggled for words. Raising my right hand I wiped his tears, and stroked his cheek. He tried to look here and there and then finally his eyes met mine.

“And you never told me?”

He didn’t say anything. His head lowered down as though he had something wrong.

“Rick. You want to know what brought me here? You want to know what it was that I came here for?”

He wiped his pink nose and said,”Yeah! You had said you’d want to buy your wedding dress from Paris. So I guess that’s what you are here for!”

I smiled and realized how he remembered a little wish I had shared with him, years ago after watching some wedding gowns catalogue.

“No! How can I buy a wedding dress when I haven’t got a bridegroom?”

She took a breath and knew, she had to tell him, tell him now!

“Yeah! I broke up with Kevin and realized everything was just another mistake. When I announced my engagement with him six months ago I didn’t know I was being so naive. It just didn’t feel right. A few days later you left me there and came here to Paris. And then I knew what was wrong. I was wrong. I was so foolish that I didn’t know what my heart wanted. There was no way, I could keep that engagement when my feelings were for someone else. And those feelings I realized after I saw him go. Those feelings I accepted when he had gotten away from me. That love I valued when I had been separated from it, from him! And I came to tell that person, that man, that love of mine, that I love him. I love him a lot!”

His eyes questioned me, though I felt it was all clear for him. 

“I came to tell you, Rick, that I…love… you!” I spoke each word slowly so that he would have no more doubts.

Never had I seen someone cry with happiness like I saw Rick that day! He pulled me into his arms and hugged me tightly. I could hear his heartbeat as he stroked my hair with one hand and held me by my waist with the other. I felt safe. I felt loved. I could feel the love in his heart. I could feel love in those strong arms of his. I had got my little heaven of love, right there, in the arms of the man I loved! 
After a long time wrote a little story! Couldn’t come back with something other than love! 😅 Hope you guys liked it! 

Lots of love to all!


You don’t mess with the Bride!

He: Thanks for coming Susan at such a short notice.

She: What’s wrong Hugh? Why did you call me here?

He: Susan, I need to tell you something now.

She: *raising an eyebrow* Now??!!

He: *serious tone and face* Yes! Extremely serious!

She: Are you having some of those pre- kind of jitters?

He: No, no! *shaking his head* It’s not that! Listen to me Susan, carefully!

She*worried face* Look at me. Tell me what it is!

He: *turning his face to her* I can’t do this!

She: *extremely shocked* What are you talking about Hugh?
           * stares at him and notices his expression* Oh! You’re really serious?

He: Yes Susan. I’m very sure! I don’t think I’m ready for it still!

She: Hmmmmmm! *a serious thoughtful face she makes*

Suddenly a devious smile spreads on her face.

She: *Thinking longer* Well what do I do now? I can’t let this dress and all arrangements go waste.

*fluttering eye lashes and pondering over* In that case, let me check on your best friend. What’s his name? Yeaaaaaah… Chris! I’m sure he’d be more than ready to take the vows with me.

He: *the suppressed smile escapes and a shock fills his face* What????

She: Yes, that’s perfect! I’ll ask him to marry me!

She collected the white laced folds of her bridal gown and ran on her heels! Shouting loudly…


She: Catch me if you can, Hugh. Or Chris wins the bride! You don’t mess with me on my wedding day!

With a new found energy he ran behind her. His plan to get her backfired. That’s what he loved in her. She was unpredictable. He knew what trouble he was getting into, when he’d stand at the aisle and say, “I do”!

P.S. I had written this a long time ago….. Naaaah not years ago maybe a few months ago! Thought to share it again.. Might just bring some smiles!! 😂😂

Lots of love and best wishes!
Stay happy and blessed all.

Ability on Wheels – Cover Launch – Artson Publishing House

Hello fellow bloggers!

Today I am here to do a post on the cover launch of a book soon to hit the market. The book is on disability and driving and is titled, “Ability on Wheels” to be published by Artson Publishing House. Here is the cover:


Here is a little more from Soniya Kapoor, from Artson Publishing House about what made her pick this one.

Why this book?

After publishing poetry books and holding various writing competitions, I was looking for a story which would really make a difference in someone’s life.  Two months ago I happened to meet Harish Kumar. Harish was born with absence of right arm below the elbow, but that is not his story. I want to highlight the story of what Harish is doing, usually, we call it giving back to the society. Harish is the founder of the organisation “Ability On Wheels”.

ABILITY ON WHEELS is an effort to encourage the specially abled people to take a big leap towards leading a normal life by providing mobility and accessibility services and solutions. As a first step towards this direction, Harish has launched a first of its kind in the country driving school exclusively for the differently able people using customized cars in Ahmedabad.

This definitely was not an easy journey for Harish. And in the first meeting itself, I decided that we are going to publish the story of Harish’s efforts, about disability and driving. And today, I am so happy to see the book taking its final shape. We have named the book same as the name of his driving school.

This book covers stories of 6 brave-hearts, who did not let disability rule over their passion for driving. This book also provides insights on safe driving, which are applicable to all. Hence even people without disabilities can read this book and learn a lot of things about driving which they may have been ignorant of.

More about the author, Harish Kumar:

Holder of two National Records in Limca Book of Records, Harish was born with absence of right arm below the elbow. He did his schooling from a reputed school in Dehradun & went on to do his Masters in Science from IIT Roorkee & Masters in Technology from IIT Delhi. In 2012 he became the first physically challenged person in the country to successfully complete a Solo All India Driving Expedition thereby creating a new National Record in Limca Book of Records. As on date, he has on his name 2 National Records.

About Artson Publishing House:


Artson Publishing House, based in India, is one of the fastest growing self-publishing platform. Founded with the aim of assisting authors and poets to come forward in their writing career. It was founded by Soniya Kapoor to help writers realize and breathe the calling of their soul.

The team at Artson Publishing House is determined to work with potential writers and guide them to success. It has been more than two long years that the team has been working with writers, promoters and publishers to help them come up in their writing career. We regularly hold writing contests and activities to touch base with the writers and create a platform for them that enables them to learn, grow and connect with the reader base.

Our motive in taking up this initiative is to help every writer who has the potential to do wonders with their words to get published and add many more books to the libraries.


Publisher bio:


Soniya Kapoor is a career coach and an international recruitment professional. Soniya founded Artson Publishing House with an aim to work for potential writers and guide them to success. It has been almost two and a half years that she has been working with different publishers and authors/writers to help them shape their writing career. She is also the co-founder of CIERO Recruitment LLP.

Soniya writes on various emotions and shares her writing on Instagram with her brand name #SecretSoulDesires. She has contributed her work in several anthologies and has been an integral part of writing and book launch projects.

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Published by: Soniya KapoorArtson Publishing House
Branding Partner: Secret Soul Desires
Cover Design: Mileage Advertising
Book Page: Ability on Wheels Book

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So that’s all I have for now. I hope to be back when the book is released.
Best wishes to the author and the publishing team.

Thanks for reading my lovely friends. Love and blessings for all!


Cry of My Nation

Originally posted on The Scribbler:
Your ancestors allowed them to cruise within, When I was in my gloriest times Citing reasons being official and trade, They crossed the threshold with evil intent, They plundered my wealth, killed my sons. Broke trusts, shattered souls of mothers…

Thank you!

Originally posted on The Scribbler:
Sitting alone in the hall, I waited. I waited for long. And then she stepped out of the room and approached me. A little glow on her face, brought back hope to my heart. Yet doctors and nurses could bring…

Yours Truly! (11) 

Goodness gracious! My story now comes to part 11. I hope you will like it. 

Yours Truly (11)!

When he stepped out of the car, standing under the ruthless rain, my heart skipped from its place. Why was he here? I thought to myself. I rose up, my eyes all fixed on him. 

He stood there, looking at me. With the darkness as well as the rain between us, I couldn’t see his face clearly. The water was flowing across his face and in moments he was completely drenched. His black trousers and white crisp shirt now clung to his body as water fell from them on the ground.

Time seemed to have stopped for me, for him, for us. For nothing made us move. Neither he stepped forward nor did he go backwards. I felt as though nails had fixed me to the floor, neither a foot moved nor did a sound come out of my throat. 

Then, he moved!

With a swift movement, he closed the door of the car. He started walking towards the house. Towards me. Just in that moment, I felt the whole magic spell break. My eyes fell on the clock on the wall across the window. It arms lay across lazily, the shorter one beyond 10 and the longer one beyond 11. His party was supposed to be in full fledge. What was he doing here? Was I supposed to have done something wrong? Did anything go wrong tonight for his venture? 

Oh God! Please no!

Seeing him walk briskly towards the house, made me think of nothing but concern for him. There was nothing more painful than seeing his aim lost because of me. Had I somehow led to his dreams getting shattered! The worry and anxiety on his face told me that he was in some deep trouble and pain. What had I done? 

In all this, I forgot how moments ago it was I who had been hurt and troubled. It was my broken heart that had needed Mom and Dad’s sanity and strength. It didn’t matter to me when I saw him like that. I didn’t matter to myself. I walked down the porch of the house and met him down the little rock steps where he stood panting as the rain kept wetting him. 

What are you doing here, John? I asked him worry clear in my eyes but trying to sound aloof.

I had to come! He replied, as he tried to catch his breath.

Why? I left everything back there in the office. There is nothing I have with me of yours. I stated as a matter of fact. I really didn’t have anything of his. He had.

You think I would have come all the way down here, if you didn’t have it? He questioned as though I had stolen something from him. Confused at his statement, I waited for him to speak further.

I kept looking at him, now unconcerned that he was as wet as a street cat, lurking out in the rain. How dare he comes here, at my Uncle’s place, and accuse me of having something that was his!

Come on Sandra! I left my dream behind and came here. It means you have something which I desperately need. He repeated. 

Something within me snapped! What was wrong with this man! My anger and blood pressure seemed to sky rocket. I didn’t know what he wanted, what thing of his was with me. But I knew one thing. I wanted him to hurt as much as I was hurting. I wanted him to cry and shout in pain as much as I had. I wanted to be the reason to cause hurt and pain. With fury getting the better of me, I looked around.

His eyes grew wide as he dived away. He dodged the next one. He bent down to escape the third. His hands waving in panic and trying to stop the stones from hitting him.

Sandra!! Stop!! Please stop it! He kept shouting each time a stone was hurled in his direction.

You! You idiot! I screamed and threw one.

You come here… I shouted angrily and threw the next.

You call me a thief! The next one also directed towards him.

Shut up! John! I shout again. I saw him trying to avoid getting hit while I kept picking and throwing stones at him randomly. 

Each time I bend and pick a stone, he seems closer, and easier to hit. One or two did hit the target and hearing him shout my name out with pain, made my heart grin devilishly.

He was just at an arm’s length, when I raised the hand to throw the stone I was holding at him, when I felt one of his big hands across my waist while the other was holding my hand – the one with the stone – strongly. His head rested steadily over mine as my back dashed into his chest. 

Go away! I hate you!! I screamed with anger boiling within me.

But… I felt a shiver down my body, when I realized, that his lips were close to my ears. The word he spoke had made me freeze. His breathing was hard, I could hear him inhale the cold air and the warm air he exhaled fell on my ear lobe. His hands warm and strong, encircled around me, holding me close to his body. My back sticking to his hard and wet chest.

But… I love you Sandra! 

Those words. Softly whispered in my ears, I felt it was something my mind had made up. My ears were ringing or rather they had started dreaming on their own. His warm breath and the words resonated in my ear while I came to a standstill. 

Sure that I had heard it wrong, I turned my face towards his. It added more to my thoughts!

His eyes, staring back at me, told me to understand their pain. The water trickling from the eyelashes, seemed to break down the barrier around his eyes, which now spoke to mine as though they had been long lost lovers.

As the stone from my hand fell, John’s hand entwined with mine. His fingers fit into the spaces between my fingers perfectly. As though they had been crafted together. He pulled our hands towards our bodies. And they rested just above the other pair of hands which were already set in place.

Without a second thought, he pressed me more closer to him. In that cold and wet outside, I could feel inside the heat of the bodies and the hearts rise. 

Seeing my confusion, he released his right hand from the waist, and held both of mine with his left. Raising my chin to face him properly, his lips said it again. This time my eyes and my ears were witness to his words, when he said in his soft voice, I love you!

Youuu…. I tried to say, but his finger had moved to my lips and he silenced me.

Listen to me Sandra. He said as he held me closer to him.

I was restless. Restless, since the day Martin came. 

He paused. 

I always thought love wasn’t for me, and I managed to stay away from it all along. I don’t know, since when, why, where and how this happened. Realisation happened only when Martin looked at you. It was then that I felt strange. 

Everyday we met, we spent hours together. I had you even on weekends with me, so that missing-out-on-love kind of thing never struck me. I thought I was strong enough to erode love. When you left in the evening for home, I dreaded the trip back home. With some or the other reason, I would call you or leave a message for you. Saturdays I took you along with me to the parties, and Sundays I knew you were with your family. In a way, I had closed you up in my cage. Neither accepting it was love nor even realizing what I was doing.

And that night, when I saw Martin with you, the smile you had on your face while you spoke to him or walked beside him, stirred up something within me. 

The next day, his package came and that note made me resent him. I felt like he was some opponent and with some magic he had taken you away from me. I started avoiding you. And that led to those days of torment. I hated him and I despised it that he was openly making an effort to win your heart.
Then, that day in the office, you barged into my cabin and started demanding. I snapped and said the stupidest thing I could have ever said. When you left the room, I knew I had lost your friendship.

Hours later when I saw the email you had sent, truth stared back that I had lost you forever. I tried hard to keep myself engrossed in the work of the party. I planned everything, I shouted, I screamed at everyone and anyone. Nothing was giving me the joy which I had wanted all along in my life. Every time my eyes moved towards the entrance, there was hope that you might just walk in and say, I’ll take it up from here. You came so many times, in my mind’s eye, in my dreams, but never for real. You never came.

I woke up today morning dying to hear from you. I wanted to hold your hand as we always walked into the party halls. I went ahead alone. In the whole party, I saw everyone rejoicing, I saw all celebrating, but not that one who would have rejoiced the most. Not that one who deserved to celebrate it all. Not that one whom I wanted beside me. Every thing that happened seemed to be unreal. I just felt like it wasn’t a success I had achieved. I felt like a man who had lost everything. I felt poor and helpless, though I stood raising my glass of champagne as they all toasted my success. I felt like a lonely soul, whose demise was being celebrated. 

Fury erupted when my eyes fell on him. How badly I wanted to punch his face! How I wanted to pin him down on the ground and hit him! 

But the way he stared back at me, baffled me. He didn’t look like a contender, but someone who could see through my façade, someone who could see my pain. Surprisingly, his eyes made me feel that only he knew the way to ease my pain. 

As I stood alone while the world around me shone, he made me realize that I had been the biggest fool. When the whole world saw, I hadn’t. The whole world could feel it, but couldn’t. He is the one who opened my eyes and showed me that, I hated him as I was jealous. I despised him for I was afraid, and I was alone there as I hadn’t accepted the truth. And the truth is, I love you!

I have never had time to love anyone, you’ve been witness to it. I never went out in parties or hung out with girls as I wanted to wait to fall in love, true love. And while true love had been by my side always, I had turned blind to it! 

I left everything and came here tonight. My dream cannot come true if you aren’t there in it. I don’t want to walk alone through the paths of life anymore. Leaving the party in Martin’s hands, I drove madly to reach here and tell you everything. He says he’s sure you love me, but I want to hear it from you. Tell me Sandra!

I was shocked to hear him speak so carefully and in detail. He was always one with less words. But today he spoke, as if everything of his depended on his words. He loosened his grip still holding my hand in his. 

As I stepped forward trying to release myself and consider what had just happened, he held my arm and pulled me. I was now facing him. His face raw and pained with emotions, his eyes red and his skin turning pale under the cold air and water. One arm held me closer to him, the other moved to my neck. The proximity and the warmth of his skin made me shiver. The rain water travelling across his face, was now falling on my lips.

Be mine Sandra! Please! Let me love you back. Let me give the love I have always had in my heart for you! 
I need you!

 I want you! 

I cannot live without you! Please!!

His voice quivered as he said the last lines. His ‘please’ sounded like a little boy begging for love. And that made my heart wrench. 

The man I had always loved, he finally told me that he loves me. He finally needed me, he wanted me. He loved me! What else did I need to hear now? What more could my heart ache for?

I looked into his eyes, my tears started flowing. The torrents within me quietened, when his lips touched my forehead. And then I told him, for years what I had wanted to tell.

You have no idea John, how much I love you! I softly said, just for his ears to hear. 

As his lips kissed my forehead again, I knew love had stepped into our lives. When our eyes met again, they were filled with sparkles of joy. 

Under the dark grey clouds, with raindrops falling around us like confetti, his lips found mine. My first kiss couldn’t have been more memorable as I fell into his arms. 

Love since then has been shining in my life. John and I, always are together, sometimes as boss and secretary, sometimes as two crazy friends, sometimes as newly wedded couples and sometimes as tired sleepless parents. 

Love can come knocking when you aren’t even aware if you’ve closed the doors. Love is something we take for granted, unless we fear losing it. So fall in love, show your love and stay in love forever!



BoyzNite Giveaway!

I won a giveaway!!! 😱😱
Being part of the blog tour for BoyzNite was another learning experience for me! Thanks Royal James Publishing and Xane J Fisher!
Best wishes!!
Do check out the short story BoyzNite by Xane J Fisher.