Rahul Shegal- he is smart, Charming and humourous kind of a person but he is insecure about Something which stops him to develop Feelings for Priya Ahuja, who is talkative , Beautiful, crazy and Chocolate lover. What's stopping Rahul from Loving her?? It's not that he is Not Good looking, not that he is Shy, not that he is Physically unfit. So what's it??? Read the story to find it out. School lovestory and after that as well ! Enjoy reading this book but I want you guys to read my first book, as it's connected to all other books which i will write to some extent ! So please go read "To make him smile" it is Romantic and mysterious! You will surely enjoy it. But if you don't want to then also no problem but the thing is I won't reveal that Stories mystery in this one 😉. COPYRIGHT ALERT- this is my work and My hardwork. If I see anybody Copying my work on another platform then I won't hesitate to report about that person! Sorry if I sound rude but It's my work and effort and I can't let anyone use it simply! I have published my work onky on Wattpad Nowhere else!!!! Copyright action's - If My work will be copied by any means or way, there will be strict actions against the person ! So beware and produce story with your own mind, no need to be a cheater ! #1 in schoollove #1 in Schoolromance #no.1 rank in India #no.2 in schoollove #no.10in Teenagers #no.32 in Crush #no.322 in indian #no.200 in indianlove #no.60 in RomCom #no.3 - Indian Rank no .5 - desi Rank no. 4 - Indian #No.3 in highschool

You are angry I know, I know I was wrong, I did wrong, if you are mad then hit me, slap me, punch me, hurt me physically, I would bear that, but don't go away from me, it's hurting me internally. " I parted my lips with an exhale, why is he doing this? No one ever said that to me. Not even my so-called fiance. He showed me my mistakes when I was mad but look at this man. " Do you want me to beg?? " I stepped back when his knees touched the ground " I am on my knees " He held both of his ears with between his thumb and index finger of both of his hands. " I am begging you, please " I kept on staring at him and tears gathered in my eyes. He doesn't need to do such things for me, he shouldn't care, he shouldn't give a shit if I am angry. Because even if he gained my forgiveness, it doesn't mean anything , I can't go back to him , why should I? " Why are you staring at me, please say something , Anshika?? " I stepped back, one two three... ... . . After three steps I turned around to run, I can't find a better option at this point, but I could not, when I felt a steel grip on my wrist " Please stop it!! " this is love story of mute girl and heart broken cold man who used to be the sweetest person once

COMPLETED. Highest rank #1 in Chicklit. #1 in Teen. #3 in teenfiction. #7 in youngadultfiction "AISHA!!" my dear brother shouted. Perhaps he had finally seen his head. I am so satisfied. All the work behind this prank was awesome. Shrey finally came out. Half of his head shaved. And the other half dyed pink. "You look EPIC!" Arav, the young one,was already clicking pictures. "I. Will. Kill. You." He fumed at me. I looked at him innocently "Enjoy your trip without me." A petty revenge for convincing my father that I don't join the school trip with him. *** Meet Aisha Malhotra. Not yet wanted. But this isn't the story of the pink hair or the roof incident. Instead this the story of how Aisha Malhotra was pranked by the guy she punched. A sarcastic pranking queen runs away to a summer camp with her friends. A mind like her should stay busy but definitely not focused.

Jwala, a freelance digital marketer, reconsiders her view of banks as boring after a chance encounter with a pair of captivating honey-brown eyes seated across the counter. The mundane visit transforms into a series of fuzzy feelings, lingering eye contacts, and unspoken conversations as Jwala finds herself creating excuses to visit the bank more frequently, just hoping to catch another glimpse of him. Will this encounter remain a fleeting moment, or will it lead to something deeper? Because, banks are not as boring as they seem after all.

*UNDERGOING EDITING* *COMPLETED* HIGHEST RANKING #14 TEEN FICTION/ #5 HUMOUR/ #2 CHICKLIT/ #1 CLICHE "Your skin is so soft." He muttered trailing his lips down my neck. I gulp as his hands grip my small waist. He moved his hands down to my bum and put me so I was straddling his hips. My hands lay on his chest as he kissed my face. "You are mine Audrey only mine." *WARNING* This book was published a few years ago when I was younger. I am very well aware about some parts coming off as cringy and I've debated whether or not on leaving them be. I've decided to leave a few parts there as they were a few years ago so I can always come back and see how much I've improved. Please be considerate on what you comment and enjoy the book. I promise it gets better passing the first 3 to 4 chapters. PG-13 This book is my book. My as in I own it. I'm working hard on this book for it to have a smooth plot and such. If anyone sees this book in other sites please inform me. All Rights Reserved.

Mr. Raichand, you are my boss, not my therapist. I don't find it professional." I told the man sitting opposite to me in his black suit and thumb pressing his lip as he continued to look at me. " Shivanya, things have never been professional between you and me ever since you walked in for that interview. Since then, I have thought about you in seven hundred ways, none of which closely resonates with me being your boss or you being my employee." The thing is, he doesn't mince words outside the Courtroom. I am sorry, what?" I asked, shocked. " You heard me right for the first time." He did not repeat him words but continued to look at me, standing a few feet away from and looking intimidating just as ever. The thing was, I hated being looked at for too much. Much of this insecurity came from being curvy and not being comfortable under my own skin. But his gaze was something else. It did not make me uncomfortable in the way people usually do, it was almost as if he was looking at me. Not my looks or my work, but at me. " You fail to understand, sir. When I tell you that I don't want your help in something which is not related to work, I mean it. Apart from that, if I find myself in a difficult position in a case, I know where to find you." I took a step back and turned around to collect my laptop and bag to leave but his voice stopped me again. " I have been waiting for you longer than you know of it Miss Chopra. You will find out soon enough." His words sounded dangerously close to a promise, sending a shiver down my spine as he once again sat down in the chair next to where I was standing. " Have a good day sir." I hurried out of the Conference room once I had everything. Ignorance is bliss, until it is not. She knows of it. He knows of it. He accepts it, she does not. They are not opposites but they are in no way similar either. But the real question is, will she acknowledge it?

"What is your favourite colour?" Esha asked, her fingers grazing her husband's jaw as she leaned back lazily against him on their couch. "Green," he said in a blink, thinking about her in green. It was sight to watch his wife in green, their first meet was still vivid in his memories. She'd worn a beautiful green anarkali, and a pair of cream jhumkas. The light around in the restaurant helped her to shine like a star along with her twinkling eyes and he'd instantly felt tempted by the woman. "Ey! That's mine." She urged turning her head to meet his eyes. Giving her coy and beautiful smile, that's only and only reserved for her, he cupped her soft cheeks in his palms and pecked her nose, right on the piercing-he so loved, and whispered. "And you are mine, sweetheart."

Everybody has a tale of how they came to be - some tell the journey to strength, some tell the journey to happiness. Some happen to involve cruelty and torture. This is the story of the crazy man obsessed with human puppetry. __________________ PUPPET BOY PREQUEL created Nov. 30, 2015. IMPORTANT NOTICE - if you're reading this story on a site that is not www.wattpad.com then you could be at risk of a malware attack. Furthermore, please go to this link: www.wattpad.com/user/z0mbies, and report to me where you are reading this story. Thank you. WARNING: This story contains distressing material. Reader discretion advised. The characters in this book are fictional. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead is entirely coincidental.

[Now Published!] "God, I like him. I like my best friend. Oh, and he has a girlfriend." He's an attractive football player with a penchant for stealing hearts. She's his socially awkward best friend. They share a relationship that is difficult to define. After all, which pair of best friends spend half their time flirting with each other, and the other half getting on each other's nerves? They do. Scarlett is used to his womanizing ways, and seeing him with a new girl every week doesn't really bother her. But then, Aiden lands himself a serious girlfriend, and she's everything that Scarlett isn't. Suddenly bombarded with a bunch of feelings she hasn't encountered before, Scarlett realizes she might just be falling for her best friend. She knows she's in trouble. Aiden knows he's in trouble when he finds himself getting attracted to none other than Scarlett. Now that he finally had a girlfriend to call his own, everything had seemed to be going in the right direction. Well, up until these feelings made an entrance. Something is totally wrong with him and everything he's feeling. He knows he must stop before things get out of hand. But things do get out of hand. Very. And before long these two best friends find themselves in the midst of lots of drama; from stolen kisses, to painful heart-breaks; from unwanted jealousy, to passionate feelings; Add a lot of parties, drunken confessions, misconceptions, arguments, and oh, kissing (lots of it). A Flirtationship will draw you into the intricate tapestry of confessions, betrayals, friendship, and love. Give their story the chance it deserves. You won't regret it!