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Monthly Archives: April 2014
Pride
When Mala married Dilsher, the entire community was thrilled. One of the most beautiful girls, with her expressive dark eyes and her soft countenance, was marrying one of the most successful men in their community. Dilsher was the eldest … Continue reading
Lust (mature)
He brushed his dark hair out of his eyes as he sped along the volatile sands of the Rajasthani desert, his glinting aviators reflecting the sunlight onto the mirrors of his motorcycle. He impatiently encouraged the vehicle to move faster, … Continue reading
Envy (mature)
Despite having grown up in a small village, Parvati was well attuned to matters of her own body. People liked to call her innocent, implying that she wasn’t aware of herself sexually, but that was far from the truth. She … Continue reading
Sloth (mature)
Note: This one is three parts- Sloth, Envy and Lust go together, each one providing a different perspective on the situation. -***- She lifted the glass to her mouth as she sat underneath the tarp shading her from the blistering … Continue reading
Gluttony
The silver tiffin box sat on the edge of the desk mockingly, taunting him with its shiny skin that left pretty light formations on the walls of the room. It contrasted well with the ebony of the desk, shining brightly … Continue reading
Greed
Mohini had been denied everything as a child. Overshadowed by Mala, her parents had never showered their love upon her, instead giving everything to the more beautiful, more dutiful daughter. With her full face and stern, harsh eyes, she lacked … Continue reading
Wrath
He stood there in the darkened room, completely humiliated as he removed the gun from his side. He could feel the thickness in his throat, burning and pricking as he reached for his belt with “BSD” written on it, gently … Continue reading