Azrael knelt at the edge of the village and stared at her blackened hands. The blood of more than a ... Azrael knelt at the edge of the village and stared at her blackened hands. The b...

It is a beautiful morning, spring season at its peak. I woke up and I am having my morning tea while... It is a beautiful morning, spring season at its peak. I woke up and I am having ...

The moral of the story is that a man with dubious character always suffers; whereas a man with a pur... The moral of the story is that a man with dubious character always suffers; wher...