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They were known naah infamous as the Devil's Troika.Troika, because there were three of them_ Ritesh, Inder, and Tanishq.And Devils because...?Well, that was a particular epithet hoisted on to them by all those whose lives these three highly enterprising young men of a certain lineage 'touched'.Touched, did I say? Well, pardon my euphemism.Let me give way and and hand over the rostrum to my boys, my 'heroes', the main protagonists (antagonists?) of this highly enterprising story.Over to Lead One Ritesh.***Hi there! Let me introduce myself. I...
Submitted to Contest #88
Jagannath meaning Lord of the Universe. Crown Prince Jagannath! Ah, the ironies of life! What a joke! What a cruel joke was destiny playing out, mused the young man, his words a scream that ricocheted off the palates of his mouth, then died_agony filled gasps releasing into the outer world ala a newborn's labored arrival. The outer world for the 'Crown Prince' was a six by six square foot hell hole; a pitch dark all stone dungeon located fifty feet under the ground, a hellish pit sans light, sans sound, sans contact with the oute...
Submitted to Contest #87
Tell tale scars of last night's debauchery lay scattered all over the 14th floor high rise apartment room that overlooked the Indian Ocean.Contents of a half empty whisky bottle swam all over the checkerboard mosaic floor---a flotilla of still born desires the night had birthed.Competing for misdemeanor were an unlikely assignment of contenders---half burnt cigarette stubs, leftovers of a half eaten Mexican pepperoni paneer pizza and small little icicles of vomit, each the size of a 3rd stage cancerous tumour. Dog eared pages 31 an...
"So that explains this slump_our women users are swiping left, right?”Three pairs of eyes locked eyes with one another; pregnant silence followed. Then, in a perfectly synchronised gesture, all turned their heads towards the centre, and mouthed in unison...YES.The single syllabic word hung in the air for a good sixty seconds, therafter.A deathly silence filled the lake facing gargantuan all glass heart-shaped conference room.The affirmation, uttered in a low octave, slowly faded away. Its echoes bouncing off the exquisite peach col...
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