JUST A STORY [A MOHARIKA FF] - Page 4

Originally posted by: jayvenk

Hehe Yukthi I have give her a name SHYLA... [ psst look up the meaning of shyla]😉

i am trying to build the story so that u can use ur own imagination as to who they are.

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Sorry hope i am not getting on ur nerves dear 😲

Originally posted by: mrmrfrevr

Hey Jaya I am trying very hard from yesterday to be critical to your poems but I can't. I simply love your poetic style and the dream of Shyla took me to her dream too. Please carry on. I have no words to praise you. You are very genius so I bow you.Please do update soon. I will be waiting for your PM.😃

Originally posted by: Oonagh

Nice going Jaishree. I did not know u had this added talent. Waiting for ur next update. Liked the name Shyla😊

NANDAN

Nandan got the milk ready for the coffee and put the eggs to boil.

He knew what exactly his master wanted . It never changed . Two hard boiled eggs , a Huge pot of Hot , strong coffee, One toast with a dollop of butter and the Morning newspaper.

He had been serving the same breakfast for years. He had lost count of the time he had spent serving his master.

He stirred the sugar into the coffee, frowned knowing that it was going to be a long day.

They had to drive for at least 4 hours.

Nandu' he heard the call and hurried to load the tray.

His master was a stickler for neatness.

The Newspaper was neatly folder. The eggs in their holders. The coffee pot properly covered and the toast placed on a small side plate.

He walked quickly towards the room, his feet echoing in the almost empty house.

He knocked and entered the exquisitely furnished room.

A warm aroma wafted from the incense sticks that seemed to be always burning in the room. It reminded him of being in a temple.

He found his master standing near one of the windows. He did not disturb him.

He walked quietly and went to place the tray on the large wooden desk.

He saw a photo frame in the place where he normally placed the tray.

He picked it up and turned it. He felt a catch in his throat.

Sadness filled his eyes .

He looked down at his master and his mistress looking deep into each other's eyes.

Will ❤️ you always Adrit''..Shyla It was written across