Aditi Kshirsagar

“Raging Fire” by Aditi Kshirsagar

It all started with fire. Hot blazing flames consuming the magnificent house. Claire had stood and watched as they all tried in vain to control the fire outburst. That’s when she her hidden talent had surfaced once again. She tried with all her might to control the flames. But apparently it was too much for a girl of ten and a talent in the nascent stage to manage the feat. She woke up in a familiar room, but couldn’t quite recognize it. The efforts had drained her of all energy and she felt weak all over. With great difficulty, she got ou...

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“The Vanishing Weapon” by Aditi Kshirsagar

Content Warning: Mature content ‘I will show you magic today, aunt Veronica!’ little Will came hopping into Veronica’s apartment. ‘Magic? What kind of magic?’ Veronica asked. He took a glass and poured some water into it. Then took out the ice tray from the refrigerator and placed two ice cubes in the glass. ‘See, here! I have put two ice cubes in this glass.’ He covered the glass with his hands. Then, with great flair, he said, ‘Now, we will wait for one minute.’ Veronica leaned forward with great interest. After sometime he opened hi...

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“The Truth of a Lie” by Aditi Kshirsagar

‘There is an enormous lizard in your bathroom, Aunt Veronica!’ little Will shouted. ‘I am most afraid to check.’ Veronica feigned fear in front of the six-year-old kid. He giggled. ‘Girls are always afraid of lizards,’ he said, wearing a serious expression. ‘I wonder, what is it doing in my bathroom?’ Veronica was enjoying this. ‘It must have had a bath. What else could it do in a bathroom?’ Will said. Veronica gasped. ‘In my bathtub?’ Will nodded. ‘You should check.’ Veronica was recalling the previous day. Will, a kid in the neighbourhoo...

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“The Healing Heart” by Aditi Kshirsagar

Submitted to Contest #105

“Your observation duration is over, and you look quite stable. You can return home now.” Dr. Jones said, smiling at her. “Thank you.” Olivia George was truly grateful to get out of the hospital. She never did like the atmosphere to begin with, but for the past couple of days, she felt like a caged animal. “You’ll need to take these medicines…” Dr. Jones continued. She heard the instructions and nodded. She turned around to leave and spotted Veronica. Veronica Matthews, a private investigator and her best friend, was rushing toward her. “So s...

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“The Silent Shadow” by Aditi Kshirsagar

Submitted to Contest #99

There was something missing. The one thread that could unwrap the lies and reveal the truth. The point about truth is that it is present, right there in front of the eyes, yet it seems difficult to locate. As if it is lurking behind in the shadows waiting for you to turn and it would say, See I’m here. Sipping tea, Veronica Matthews sat at the window mulling. The sunset looked magnificent. Everyone who had watched had announced it the sunset point. That was, in fact, one of the significant reasons she had purchased that house. She felt at ...

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“The only one” by Aditi Kshirsagar

Submitted to Contest #98

There had to be someone who would appreciate her intelligence. Amelia Weatherby, the second daughter of the Earl of Penwood, was a lot more than just a beautiful face. But people hardly noticed. Young females of marriageable age were not supposed to be intelligent, only pretty. The society not only admired but also desired that. Amelia often got stern lectures on the proper deportment of young ladies from her mother, who did not appreciate her public displays of having a sharp brain. “Keep all that theory of Mathematics confined to the b...

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“Thirteen years later” by Aditi Kshirsagar

Submitted to Contest #96

It was approximately 10:30 p.m. when the bus dropped him on the periphery of the town. Aditya Suri was nervous and eager at the same time. He remembered very little about Mussoorie. His memories were limited solely to those places he had visited as a child. He knew this tourist place was magnificent. Now that he had come back, he had wanted to explore all of it—with his family, of course. He had to first find out about his family. Would they accept him? Of course they would. They loved him, right? The few moments he could recall we...

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