Sharmishtha Basu is an unemployed artist, writer who is out to test her works, see if they can help her to build an “unorthodox” career, a path followed by many before, some has been blessed with success, most have not, let us see what you make of her attempts! A failure or success- it all depends on you. These are pieces from her book, the book is available on createspace and amazon- It is a collection of fantasy stories, mostly short stories, you will get all the fantasy creatures within these covers- fairies and demons, scary and sweet.
Help the poor author trying to convince herself that you actually like her works!
She has lost her aura, lot of it, her face was pale, white hair was showing up, even though he could see that only a little time has passed because her companion looked only a few years older than her former self.
Only her eyes were as beautiful as they were before, it seemed all her beauty has left her body and concentrated in her eyes.
A deep pain overwhelmed his heart and turned into rage the second he looked outside, hidden cleverly behind the bushes was standing the monster, ogling the princess, who visibly was inching towards death.
He was transported to another room of the palace, against his will, he wanted to stay with her, console her if he could but he was not the puppeteer here.
A couple was sitting on a bed. The man looked a bit like her the woman was almost a replica except those out of the world eyes.
“She is inching towards death!” the king muttered. “If only she had told us about the prince we would have married her off to him before all this happened. She is dying for him and he won’t hear a word about him.”
“Sire!” someone spoke and they all turned. A woman was standing inside the room. “The tantric that lives in the burning ghat at the banks of Shatadru wants to see you.”
The king got up, his expression told him that people were afraid of that hideous specter.