Tag: Nishta Kochar
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Mrs. Shah’s thick fingers was dripping, smiling, dancing and flirting with the cameras. As the lights kissed her, she winked back, seducing her suitors.
Nishta Kochar
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How could someone as good-looking as him not fall for someone as stunning and sexy as me?
Nishta Kochar
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“I can pay you to kill that lady if you want?” offered one of the Ginger Garlic duo brothers. Chato frowned with confusion, “Excuse me?” he reacted. “With all due respect, sir, I am not a contract killer. I am a serial killer. There’s a difference!”
Nishta Kochar
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“Pa-tay-toes, Po-tah-toes! It’s a matter of perspective, my friend. Different strokes for different folks.”
Nishta Kochar
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His beautiful hammer and the delicate soft head of the wilting, villainous, old hag met in the most endearing embrace. The pulp oozed from her brain like a mystic fountain only read about in fairytales.
Nishta Kochar
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“Don’t be ridiculous, Ms. Pesto! You know that’s not true. You are old enough to be my grandmother.”
Nishta Kochar
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Another ten minutes lapsed in complete silence. Hritvik finally looked at Shakti and asked, smiling, “So what do you want? A boy or a girl?”
Nishta Kochar
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It must have been a quarter past three when the clouds roared and Shivika noticed thick raindrops falling on the window-pane. Splat! they went as they hit the glass. Soon the air was filled with a plump screen of rain that came racing down from the heavens.
Nishta Kochar
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The night lantern next to Begum’s khaat was buzzing with mosquitoes and insects like a cheap night disco bar where they came in for their daily dose of dance and music.
Nishta Kochar
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Moon-rock dust is the next big thing in fashion. But until then, it’s Hubba Hubba time!
Nishta Kochar