The Dungeon

By Neel Anil Panicker

“God, I can’t believe this is happening. And you?”

His honey dipped voice turned a scream of joy.

Alisha stopped and looked into his eyes.

The smile on John’s ever cherubic face could rival the longest river in all of England__ wider and deeper. And when a thick beam of sunlight that had sneaked past the sky high domes of the Gothic church that the two had just come out of made myriad images on his exquisitely ornate all white wedding suit, she knew she had hit the jackpot.

“Yes, my darling, I too am happy…very happy indeed.”

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