This book contains some of the one shots written by me. If you find any of it similar to any other story then either it's a co-incidence or I might have been inspired by it.
Till now, there are OS's on the following couples.
1. PreeRan
2. KriYaansh
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Khushi Kumari Gupta dropped her purse onto the coffee table and flopped onto the couch. She kicked her shoes off, scaring the cat who ran into the other room. Staring at the ceiling, she said, "All men should crash and burn."
"Whoa! Calm down wild cat." Her cousin Payal exclaimed. "Did you fight with Arnav?
"I would have if he had come." She said sitting beside her on the sofa. "Can you believe it? He missed our date.
"You know he has sudden meetings". Payal pressed her shoulder.
"But something more terrible happened today". Khushi sighed.
"What?"
"Navin appeared from somewhere there and kissed me today. That too without my permission".
"Navin?" Payal recalled. "oh! Your psycho lover from college".
"yes". Khushi seemed uninterested. "And I slapped him.
"Good". Payal smiled.
"I love you Arnav Singh Raizada. I will do anything for you.
"We're meant to be together.
"Our hearts know each other."
Arnav laughed. Laughed at those voices, sounds, and words.
Her words. His beliefs. It was amazing really how efficiently she had managed to crush them all in a single strike. Love. He had believed in their love. That love had turned to hatred tonight. He had fallen in love with Khushi Kumari Gupta and bloody fool that he thought she too love him.
He had realized it when he saw her kissing someone else on their date. He had thought of proposing her to marry him but when he reached. She was kissing someone else. It pricked his heart. It seemed like, for that moment Arnav didn't existed for her, neither their love.
He fell to the floor as his knees gave away, a dull thud sounding through the room as bone met wood. He closed his eyes as the past flashed before his eyes.
He was in Kolkata for a meeting and there where he met Khushi. It was a business party and both of them were high. But what surprised him was she attracted him towards her like a magnet.
He never been engulfed in such flame, never been so mindless over any woman. He didn't even know where she lived or what she did for a living! All he knew was her name and that he had the most incredible effect on him and that she had the most kissable looking lips he'd ever laid eyes on.
He noticed her staring up at his lips: soft, yet firm and chiselled, darting out her tongue to lick her own suddenly dry lips. Undeniable hunger surged through her. She had to taste his lips, had to nibble them and tease them or she'd die. It was a photo-finish whether he leaned down to savour her lips first or if she tiptoed up to press her lips to his first. It wasn't a contest but if it was, they were both winners.
