NOTE: - Many around the world are contributing to this site. Some whose mother tongue is English while others are not. Some can read English but unfortunately cannot write. Still differentiating, there are those with good command over the language but cannot produce any theme to outline a story. But all of us share in common is the sexual theme of the story. This site encourages people toy share their views beyond a barrier of grammar. I have read a lot of stories in this site where the grammar is horrible but the theme is breathtaking.
I would like to request the English-grammar crazy fucking heads not to discourage such people. If you don't like to read a story with a little grammar mistake-JUST DON'T READ, and those who can- Try to understand the theme. What's the use of blaming those who want to contribute and try hard with their English? After all the handwork you eagerly await the responses. Then a mail comes saying the comma is not correct. What's with a comma? The question was never about the grammar or punctuation mark or your hold over English language-The question is - Did you like the story? Both YES & NO are welcome and when a 'NO' comes with advise to improve so and so you feel highly encouraged.
So those who wish to read story without any grammar error or read to check if the language is ok, I have only one advise -- STOP! (Or my mom will shoot) Don't read FURTHER!
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My sister-in-law was admitted. That was the news that I received as I left the office. Around 7.00 pm my wife phoned me,
"Can you come and pick me up? I will be out in an hour. Rea is in Rai Bahadur Hospital. By the time I get a cab or auto it will be late."
"What's wrong with her?" I enquired
"Its her usual vitamin problem. She fainted and fell. The doctor has advised a full checkup." She said
"Is she in the General ward or a room?" I asked in a worried tone.
"She got the AC room." She said chuckling "Arvin, her neighbor was there. His friend is a PRO or something, he arranged it and it's free. Dad had helped him earlier"
I remembered that my late father-in-law, an Advocate by profession, in nature was a helping hand to the society. There was hardly anyone who did not know him or had received something from him one way or the other. I never mentioned his name because of the special treatment. It made me uncomfortable.
"I will be there." I said before she began to gloat.
As I passed the Hospital, I thought maybe I should just pop in and do a little sycophancy and then move away to pick up my wife. I looked up her name. She was in Room no: 17. I knocked and entered. She was sleeping peacefully. No one else was there. I didn't want to disturb her. I closed the door and waited outside looking for her husband. He might have gone to buy something. After some ten minutes I thought its better to go and pickup my wife. So I decide to give a last look in her room. I slowly opened to see if she had awakened. She was still sleeping. I slowly called her. There was no response. I slowly touched her arm. Still nothing. I shook her a little. She was still sleeping.
'She might have been sedated.' I thought