The parking lot was deserted. Dressed in peach gown, she was
waiting for him – her Mr Perfect.
waiting for him – her Mr Perfect.
He was late again.
He stood me up!! Was
he with Emily? No, he promised.
he with Emily? No, he promised.
With each ticking second, her heart sank further. For
long he had escaped the truth.
long he had escaped the truth.
But not today.
The screeching halt of a car broke her reverie. Impeccably dressed, he got down,
along with Emily. They didn’t see her standing in the corner and hand-in-hand walked
towards the elevator.
along with Emily. They didn’t see her standing in the corner and hand-in-hand walked
towards the elevator.
Few moments later, a loud crash rocked the building.
She smiled.
Her frame faded away. Revenge was served.
Dear Rajlakshmi,
Mr. Perfect has passed his expiration date. Well played.
Shalom,
Rochelle
thank you so much Rochelle
Hell hath no fury… Good one.
thank you so much for visiting 🙂
OOH! Revenge and a cold one at that! Nicely played 🙂
glad you liked it, thank you 🙂
oooooo – wicked !!
hehehe thank you 🙂
Maybe he ditched her for a reason! My God psycho 😛
But i like her !!
Gripping~!
haha what a twist you added to the story 😀 loved it 😀 thanks
Revenge nicely dished up!
thank you so much 🙂
Excellent. Revenge is a dish best served cold indeed. 🙂
thank you so much 🙂
Revenge is sweet!
hehe justified 🙂 thanks a lot
Well played, Karma, well played.
hehehe thank you so much 🙂
Very nicely done! Mr Perfect was not so perfect, after all.
yes Indeed. thank you so much 🙂