“When we want to read of the deeds that are done for love, whither do we turn? To the murder column.” — George Bernard…
She said, “Love is a flower,
Someone come and tell me how,
When Ashar Singh entered the room, Kalwant Kaur exited her bed. He stared briefly at Kalwant Kaur with his sharp…
In the quiet, cobblestone-lined streets of a quaint, forgotten town, where time seemed to trickle like a lazy river, lived Eleanor and…