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By Saru Singhal - February 21, 2016

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Kiran AcharyaMarch 23, 2016 at 9:59 AM
Lol...a different kind of arranged marriage. :P
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AnonymousMarch 24, 2016 at 12:24 AM
Ha ha. Good one.
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vishal bheerooMarch 24, 2016 at 4:03 AM
A good one. Smiling:)
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SadhviMarch 24, 2016 at 9:21 AM
ha ha.. wonderful
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Chaitali BhattacharjeeMarch 24, 2016 at 11:33 AM
Hmmmm....interesting!
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Jyotirmoy SarkarMarch 24, 2016 at 1:12 PM
What a thought !!
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Maniparna Sengupta MajumderMarch 24, 2016 at 7:02 PM
Haha... happens :-D ...
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Bushra MuzaffarMarch 24, 2016 at 10:32 PM
:D
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Yogi SaraswatMarch 25, 2016 at 2:01 AM
हिम्मत है ! शानदार शब्द सारु सिंघल जी
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D.NambiarMarch 25, 2016 at 3:38 AM
haha!
Good one, wordsmith.
:)
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ArunMarch 25, 2016 at 8:00 AM
That's a good one :)
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Abhishek SharmaMarch 25, 2016 at 11:14 AM
Haha , loved it ma'am :)
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SriviMarch 25, 2016 at 12:25 PM
Couldn't stop smiling :) Hats off to you!
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MadhushaMarch 25, 2016 at 1:29 PM
Awesome!!
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Maitreni MishraMarch 25, 2016 at 3:07 PM
Lol this was quite interesting! :D
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Amit AgarwalMarch 26, 2016 at 9:24 AM
The honest mediator!
Delightful:)
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Jyothi D'melloMarch 26, 2016 at 10:32 AM
This was fun read Saru :-)
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vanderloostMarch 27, 2016 at 8:41 AM
These micro fictions of yours are really very interesting and needs a gallon imagination. Good work.
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BikramMarch 31, 2016 at 6:11 AM
Oh No he he he he he :) now surly that is ARRANGED he he he

Bikram's
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Saru SinghalMay 18, 2016 at 11:27 AM
@Everyone - Thank you so much for reading! :)
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By Saru Singhal - November 10, 2019

'Let's f**k on the dining table and eat dinner on the bed tonight,' I said between sips. 'She is gonna make me an offer I can't refuse,' you said while swirling ice cubes in your glass.

'Are we quoting Godfather now?' I replied in my clever, sarcastic tone.

You smiled still looking at your glass, not at me. The lady in me took offence. But I'm too proud to beg for attention. I don't beg, I command attention. I caressed my wounded ego with those words.

'It would be nice to have a man run his tongue from my neck to cleavage and spend good 15-20 minutes there. I yearn for that kind of wetness on my boobs,' I buttoned up my coat pretending it suddenly became cold. As if the mercury dipped below freezing while I was setting the mood on fire.

You looked at me.

'And he looks into my eyes when he is f*****g me,' I finished my sentence and sat straight crossing my ankles in perfect Duchess Slant. You looked into my eyes. You looked like …

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By Saru Singhal - October 31, 2019

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Cut 2 to a couple of weeks back. I was at a meeting. The girl I was interviewing had no clue of the work she was supposed to do. She was hot and she might have used her body to get things done or undone. But I'm a thorough professional and a girl who only gets "cute" as a compliment, I was adamant on grilling her. In my desi head, I was like - Achha tu hot hai, behan chal ab khelte hai rapid fire. One question after another, I roasted her. But 15 minutes later, things got awkward. She started stripping.

She threw her hair back revealing her sexy collar…

My poetry is not for foreplay. It's for after sex.

By Saru Singhal - July 28, 2019

My poetry is not for foreplay. It's for after sex. When you'll light the Marlboro and move to your side of the bed, my poems will be the breath of fresh air in a room filled with smoke. But do not underestimate me. My poems won't be sweet, gentle or mellow. They will be brazen, brutal and bold. I will present them on a sharply-edged knife. The blood on the knife will be hot. Fresh from the wounds I don't allow to heal. You will take a drag from Marlboro - but served with my sinful words - you will feel as if you've snorted cocaine.
You will not get high, though. You will see the world in a different light. Murky lanes leading to posh hotels, board rooms and high-rise apartment buildings. In one of those aesthetically decorated rooms, you will see a man f*****g someone's life just for a little pleasure. You will see him getting hard on someone's misery. A woman pleasuring herself while watching a wrecked home that she takes all credit for. To watch someone se…

Here's what I learned in 7 years of blogging

By Saru Singhal - June 18, 2018

7 years ago I started my blog. And I entered the magical world of writing. I was living in the Boston suburbs. After finishing my work and household chores, I still had some spare time. I remember the exact moment I clicked the 'B' icon on Google and I created a Blogger account. I knew only two Bloggers that time - Amitabh Bachchan and Lisa Ray. I had no idea what it takes to be an accomplished blogger, but I was excited to be a part of a community which is independent and expresses its views without any inhibition. I must say, it has been an amazing journey only because I have learned so much.

I started by writing poetry, then I started writing articles and now I can write anything. Professionally, I am a content writer for a couple of websites. I ghostwrite for two more agencies based out of North America. I write sponsored articles on my blog. I tweet, post Facebook statutes, answer Quora questions, and mention brands on Instagram for money. Brands even consult me for social…

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Now let me tell you how your actions ruined one woman's life beyond repair.

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By Saru Singhal - January 14, 2019

Those half-stoned eyes, Rough hands feeling up my breast. Your breath stinking of cheap liquor, I should have left.
Man, why did I stay? There must be some spell on me. I was a ruin myself, Searching for love in debris.
That cheap motel was not comforting either, Nor was the sheet smooth. I even felt bumps on the mattress, When our bodies rhythmically moved.
You rested your head on my stomach later, Asked me to read a poem for you. You are a man with 20 dollar jeans, Who calls quickie a rendezvous.
I don't know who should I blame? But it is more than lust. You listen to my worthless poetry, And I'm the only woman you trust.
Don't read too much between lines, you say, Don't call us broken. I'm the river which flows into you, And you are my ocean.
Man, why shouldn't I stay? You fill up the emptiness in me. With you, I'm a scintillating mess, With you, I'm free.
*Poetic expression after watching Elle. French movies can do this to you.

How I met my muse virtually

By Saru Singhal - July 21, 2019

It was February. It was Friday. It was late at night. I had just emptied half-a-bottle of Blue Label. There was a musk-scented candle burning on the side table. Coke Studio music filled the room and my senses with intrigue. I picked up my phone and started scrolling Instagram randomly. The universe conspired to entrap me in the mystical world of unchaste desires. And I stumbled upon your picture.
I froze.
Oh-f**k-wow!
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By Saru Singhal - July 22, 2019

I was so lonely. Nearly suicidal. I needed someone to unravel the stagnancy, unearth the source of my pain and disperse it into the Ganges. I wanted salvation. And God gave me you.
'Will you talk to me today?' I texted.
'Of course. Call me after 11,' you replied.
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You called.
'Can I speak freely to you today?' I asked. 'Have you ever not talked freely to me, but anyway, go ahead,' pat came your reply.
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