THE party was in full swing. It was the 11th anniversary of Rakesh Mehra’s wedding – no, not 11 years married to the same woman (how boring!). It was his 11th wedding and he smiled mysteriously as he looked at his latest wife. Young enough to be his granddaughter but, then, what couldn’t money buy… “Do you remember what we promised when we met…?” he whispered to his blushing bride. Six of the ten previous wives were now dead, his latest… maybe he would outlast her as well…
Life was such an adventure, he sighed with happiness, in eager anticipation of a dangerous sort of pleasure!


For  Writer’s IslandCarry On Tuesday and Saturday Centus