It’s a romantic night by any standards. Even the air on the roof feels cool despite the high temperatures and humidity. Walking to and fro with my beautiful new bride, I am in heaven, happier than I have been in years. I keep an eye on the door as people are occasionally coming and going. When no one is present, I take Shilpi’s hand in my own and proclaim my undying love for her.

Stopping for a moment, she looks deeply into my eyes and assures me;

Tomar sate naroke zabo.

'I would follow you to hell.'

be advised that this story contains sexual content

please continue to
the story