♛ featured in wattpad india's #celebratingwomen reading list. ♛ ✨PLEASE READ THE NOTE BEFORE YOU START WITH THE PROLOGUE ✨ ❛ she walks on the path, that the letters had carved.❜ Have you ever heard of a Literature student dealing with guns and criminals? Probably only in Shakespearean art, but now we are in the 21st Century and we repeat the tale but with nail-biting twists and turns, painted in a modernized world. Inaayat Kapoor is pushed (literally) into the world of guns, criminals, agents, (also) physics and math. Here, now she deals with the problems of her life along with fighting against the numericals and torturing lectures. With a male help by her side, they strive to find the guilty, fighting their hidden demons. Join her in this journey where she clumsily makes her way to prove her career choice and fight against the ancestral beliefs- this is a story of THE NAIVE REBEL. ━━━━ ♛ ━━━━ Bending a little, he whispers in my ear, "Every weakness is a strength." ━━━━ ♛ ━━━━ It is an Indian fiction and completely written in English.

Years passed and everything changed. What would happen when their paths cross again? will they be able to mend everything again? Join on this incredible journey of love.. This is the continuation of ishq by chance- where it all began.

A bus arrived at the bus stop and she got in first as she was in the front and the rest followed. There was a vacant seat reserved for ladies but she decided to stand. Her eyes were glued at the door and her lips formed a subtle curve when she saw him board the bus before it took off. Glancing through the crowd of people, he moved past everyone and stood beside her. Her heart pounded and she blushed giving a tough competition to the tomato as their arms brushed each other. His staring session and her glances through the corner of her eyes combined with blushes was disturbed by the conductor who demanded the ticket. "Pass", they both say in unison. While the conductor brush passed the two, they both look each other and smiled. She gasped at once when he slid his hand and held her by her waist. She pursed her lips and shyly looked at him through the corner of eyes. "Move ahead, move ahead. Make space for others to get in.", Said the conductor and the people beside them squeezed them closer together by pushing them. His hands were off her waist. He inhaled the soft scent which came from her hair as she now stood ahead of him. Every time the driver stepped on the brakes, they experienced a current pass through their bodies as it collided with the other. . . . . "Doesn't a middle class boy like me have any rights to love?" . . . "All I ask for, is his love!" Welcome to the middle class life!! 😌 Story of 90% population of India! Highest ranks: #1 in middleclass #1 in Indian #1 in relatable #1 in Problems

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{FIRST BOOK IN 'THE GIRL IN THE HOODIE' SERIES} {2014-2018} A girl moved to California two years ago. No one knows what she looks like. All they know is that she wears a hoodie. *~*~*~* "HOLY SHIT, NOAH! WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU LET THE TROLLEY GO?! COME BACK! OH MY FUCKING LIFE, FIZZY DRINKS UP AHEAD--" BANG FIZZ POP "...am I dead?" I'm suddenly grabbed by the back of my hoodie and pulled up from the ground and out of the mess of the opened bottles of fizzy which had exploded when the trolley and I crashed into them. My hands instantly go to my hood and I sigh in relief to find that it hadn't fallen off through all of that. I turn my head and look the the employee who's holding me, his face completely red and the vein in his neck throbbing. "Wassup, dude?" I smile sheepishly. *~* {HIGHEST RANKINGS: #1 in Funny #1 in Sad And #1 in Cancer apparently }