Short Story by Madhvi Garg
White as porcelain, sweet as honey was she. The one I wanted to see, was she. She was also the one I didn’t want to see. The one who was capable of giving me night mares, the one who was the penultimate dough of sweet dreams. She was sitting there, inviting me, teasing and taunting me no end. Enchantress, was she. The more I looked, the more I was drawn to her. The struggle continued, but then my helplessness continued. I felt a sudden gush and something over power me.