The Price of Lust

How bad can be the price you pay for lust? Read on to know more... Sudip looked out of the window. The wall clock chimed eight but not a sliver of dawn cracked the darkness. The howling of the wind pierced even the double glass windows. The tall trees swung desperately bowing their bare, spiky tops to the storm’s caprices. The turmoil out there perfectly mirrors my thoughts. This curious empathy somewhat cooled his boiling mind. Delhi was weathering its first storm of the new year. Temperatures were at freezing and the chill drilled its icy fingers into...