It was after a good deal of search that Zoya and Rehaan had finally chosen this house. It was in an upmarket locality of the town. Although the house was small, it was compact and the neighbourhood was good. That is what the agent who had got them this house had told them. Zoya was all of twenty eight years old and married four years back to Rehaan, a software engineer employed with a multinational. Yet another added adva...

 One night, Zoya and Rehaan were sitting in the living room and relaxing after dinner. Zoya was wearing just a panty and a long night shirt without a bra whereas Rehaan was in his boxer shorts and bare chested.“Hey Rehaan,” She said, reading the local paper. “Listen to this. They are looking for people to join a massage class. They teach the “art of sensual massage”. Do you want to try it?” “I suppose so. How much is it?”...

  It was raining heavily when the auto stopped outside the apartment that Sameera was staying in. Despite the protection provided by the auto rickshaw she was completely drenched and her clothes were clinging to her body like second skin. She knew that the contours of her breasts would be visible and hence she had the money ready in her hand. She did not want to give the auto driver an opportunity to ogle and well, get id...