Zeeshan Malik, the star badminton player's career is on a decline, his stardom is receding and if nothing is done soon, it might just fade and become part of collection of stories of people who had potential to be great but never achieved greatness. He didn't want to be an easily forgettable short story but a grand tale that's spoken of for ages. If Akira Shah wasn't so focused on the singular goal of being a good, sufficient parent for her daughter, she would've definitely opened a club that discussed ways of extinction of the species named men. They were despicable. And when her little girl gets obsessed with a badminton player she saw on the television, Akira already found herself hating a person who she hadn't ever seen or encountered. But Akira had never been fate's favoured child and seemed like this time she was destined to be that tale of Zeeshan's life, one whose imprint no waves of ocean can wash away.

〚FEATURED〛 ⭒⭒⭒⭒⭒ "My pick-up lines are great." "Yeah, and I have a pet llama." "You do??" "No, idiot." ⭒⭒⭒⭒⭒ Arc-en-ciel (n.): Rainbow He's the perfect example of a thundercloud. He's rude, grumbly, and frightening to most- ready to harshly rain down on anyone in his way. She's a human sunbeam, at best. She's the kind of person with a sunshine personality that everyone adores- bubbly, nearly always beaming, and looking to spread smiles. Working with your polar opposite might seem like the worst thing that could happen. But around every thundercloud's rain, there comes sunshine. And with the sun and rain, come rainbows. ⭒⭒⭒⭒⭒ Featured in Wattpad Teenfiction's 'Funny Bones' Reading list [no idea how that happened lol] [#1 in Adorable | 1# in Cute | 1# in LoveAtFirstSight } [#1 in BadBoy | 1# in Boyfriend| 1# in Fiction ] [#2 in GoodGirl | #2 in Romance] ©All rights reserved, available only on Wattpad [Cover images do not belong to me, all rights reserved by owners]

In a lovestory, when are problems ought to surface? Before falling in love perhaps with the push and pull and pinning and waiting, with the confused and conflicted feelings, with a little hesitancy and anxiousness nibbling at your skin. Or maybe after falling in love where you struggle to accept the other persons flaws, when the butterflies settle down and you've to strive hard to keep the flutter alive. Or probably it's when things get too serious that your relationship stands at the doorstep of marriage and you wonder if it's the right thing to do, if the time is correct and even if you get that figure out somehow, your families obstruct your way. Rhea Desai and Sahil Bansal are two normal individuals with a slightly chaotic story. Nothing very much insane though. They met, fell in love, started dating and then, they decided to get married. No major family objections too. What could even go wrong? Everything was fine until it wasn't. They were in love for a long time and suddenly, they weren't. They knew each other like the back of their hand and then, they didn't. Theirs was a perfect story and just like a switch being flipped, all of a sudden it wasn't. But the thing is, stories aren't perfect; endings are. How will this one end?

♛ 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.

NOTE : It's a sequel to "Lost" and cannot be read as a standalone. ● ♡ ● "Are there any stars?" She inquires and he doesn't understand what she meant. There were no stars. "Can you see the moon up there?" She continues. There was no moon. "It's dark." Ayansh replies when he sees her waiting for his response. Inaaya turns her gaze to him, a peculiar look swimming in her eyes. "Exactly." Ayansh looks back at her, more confusion getting painted over his face. "It's dark. No stars, no moon, nothing." Inaaya adds solemnly. "That's how we're and that's how things between us stand. I trusted you and you broke it and that's the end. There's no hope or light here. All there ever will be around is despair." Ayansh listens to her and after a moment, carefully, takes a step ahead and a slight relief washes over him when she doesn't flinch. "Look up again." He whispers and after a little reluctance, she follows. "Surely it's dark," he says as she watches the sky ardently. "But it doesn't promise to be dark forever," he murmurs lowly and her heart thuds against her ribcage at the determination his voice held. "It's dark today but tomorrow? Maybe tomorrow, there will be stars and the moon too. Maybe tomorrow, you can see the light and the hope too. Maybe tomorrow, the despair would fade away." 🥀 That's the thing about soulmates; they always find a way to each other. ALWAYS. Ayansh Mehra and Inaaya Rai were a little naive, a little foolish in love but oh, they were so in love and it would be a shame if they couldn't find their way back to each other, to the arms they belong, to their HOME.

"Inaaya," he calls out, a certain urgency underlying in his tone. "Don't ever fall in love with me." She doesn't say as a moment passes between them and then, she snorts. "Haha.. itne bure din bhi nahi aaye hai mere. (I'm not yet having such bad days)." She mocks and laughs playfully. 🥀 Love, two syllables, four letters but carries with it the power to move worlds. The more you receive, the less it feels and even when you think you're better off without it, a part of you can't help but crave for it. Ayansh Mehra has craved for love throughout his life. The younger sibling, the second best, the awkward one in crowds, the shadow, the one who wants to prove himself but always falls short so when his brother asks something of him, he's quick to grab the opportunity. The task? Make Inaaya Rai fall in love with him and then break her heart. Inaaya Rai has a past, one she can't forget nor escape. It defines her, influences her decisions, makes her build a shell around herself. When she's forced to work with Ayansh Mehra for a month, she couldn't wait to get done with it because the last thing she wants is to be associated with the guy who had the audacity to propose her after an accidental meet. But destiny seemed to have other plans or were they really the plans of destiny or manipulation of it? After all, wasn't everything a lie?

Could you fall in love with someone you never met, saw or spoke to? Sounds unlikely? *** Ella is an overworked college student whose only plan is to get through her college swiftly & proficiently. Sounds simple enough- but when she comes across a personal diary that sparks her curiosity, it is suddenly proven a little more than a speed bump. Ella is intrigued, maybe even enamored.... But definitely in denial. Hooked by the writer's endearing charm, sharp wit & beautiful penmanship, she begins an anonymous correspondence and with every confession, every single quip and joke, he wins her heart little by little while she loses herself in those letters. Even though she has a pile of college assignments demanding her time, Ella makes it her mission to search for the unknown writer. She defenestrates her logical plans & tortures herself by indulging in a nail-biting & probably a tad bit unhealthy mystery as she sets out on an expedition that would only come to an end when she finds the enigmatic scribbler. And that just might be the most terrifying project she has ever taken on. (FULL SYNOPSIS INSIDE) *************** Highest Ranks: #Prose, #Humor, #Letters,#Anonymous, #Poetic I will be honest, this book is a masterpiece. -Reader The best book of the year! -Reader Cutest book ever! Great depth to the characters. -Reader The storyline is so different from other romance novels. This book is going to stick with me and has become really close to my heart! Thanks a million❤ -Reader Oh my goodness I can't believe I have reached the end already, this was an absolutely amazing book, loved each and every chapter, it had me captivated from the very beginning till the very end and I can't come to terms with the fact that I have already finished it❤️✨- Reader.

❝The higher you go, the harder you fall.❞ Elena Evans has always been the observer. No one notices her, but she sees everything. The Elite. Beautiful, spoiled, exclusive. The richest families in the world- they don't let just anyone in. When Elena is asked to make one of them fall in love with her, she figures it's just a stupid game. But the Elite have secrets- and Elena isn't the first one to play their game. [The Elite Series #1] [Wattys2014 Winner: Talk Of The Town Award]

■■ "Isn't it ironic how we kill flowers because we think that they're beautiful?" He asked, while I took hold of a yellow rose in my hand. I chuckled at him before answering, "Isn't it ironic that my name is Ayushi?" He rolled his eyes before an annoyed look found a way to his face. "Perhaps the reason people are drawn to flowers is not only because of their outer beauty, but because they remind you beautiful things will bloom after the longest seasons of waiting." I said, smiling down at the beautiful flower in my hand. "But why a yellow rose?" He questioned further. "Yellow rose means remembrance." ■■