By Prapti Walia He knows just when not to listen to her. He knows she ain’t no man’s woman. She sure can hold her own. She attacks like a wounded tigress, and he knows better than to get in her way. H
By Prapti Walia Faith sat at the restaurant table facing the lush surroundings. Vivid greens and browns dotted her vision as she took in the hustle and bustle of the restaurant staff around her settin
By Prapti Walia Faith sat comfortably on the seat built into the recess of her bedroom window. Her usual post dinner ritual. Book in hand, and a cup of green tea by her side, she looked up to gauge th