Khushi and Arnav were poles opposite. One likes darkness. Another likes sunshine. One likes silence. Another can never bear the silence. Yet she had to go and stumble in his arms. Hating her at the first sight, he never cared to give a damn about his heart's whispers. Will he be able to go on forever and especially when the same woman stood beside him, almost every day? Years later, a woman was seen walking on the ramp, tumbling, and yet Arnav never reacted. Why?

Published on 28 July 2019 A short story of 500 words , A brother and Sister's relationship...! Random story..!

"A Withered Rose A Broken Promise These are enough to make someone more than insecure about marriage, a lovely and sacred relationship." Adina, a 25-year-old Artist does believe in a PURE marriage. A true and spiritual relationship that doesn't exist anymore, according to her. At least in and around her surroundings. Which means she is a kind of misogamist. As a child, the art she harboured as a hobby was not exactly the reason why she drew such a portrait. As soon as she did, she had to undergo therapies. What is the portrait that she had drawn? Why did she have to undergo therapies? As she healed, she only wanted a guy who respects a woman irrespective of her work or attitude; making her not exactly a misogamist. However, she is and became one of the misogamists. The reason is a single rose and single promise behind her 'misos' towards 'gamos'. By which, she fitted to be one of those 'Withered Rose.'

Published on 15 July 2019 #3rd Runner up in TheHeraAwards2020 How will a mother feel when her daughter will go away from her to another state for her further Studies? What will happen to a mother when she has to see her daughter in a state nobody would want to see? How can someone marry a girl like her? But How will a mother react when a prince will come into her daughter's life? You'd find no names of characters here.

"Touch me!" "Touch me not!" "Touch me?" "Touch me not?" "Why should I touch you?" "Because I'm white." "Why should I not touch you?" "Because I'm black." "What is the difference between white and black?" "...." "Praise me!" "Praise me not!" "Why should I praise you?" "Because I'm the winner." "Why should I not praise you?" "Because I'm a loser." "What's the variation between winner and loser?" "....." "Kill me!" "Kill me not!" "Why should I kill you?" "Because I'm a girl child." "Why should I not kill you?" "Because I'm a boy child." "What's the difference between both?" "...." "Destroy me!" "Destroy me not!" "Why should I destroy you?" "Because I'm not a human." "Why should I not destroy you?" "Because I'm human." "What's the difference between both?" "....." Every word, every emotion, every life, every breath, every belief, every myth; everything has its own significance. Are they right? Are they wrong? If you have to know what's wrong and what is right, you have to SENSE. Did you do it? Ever tried to sense something that's around you? Sense the word. Sense the emotion. Sense the breath. Sense the myth. Sense the belief. Sense the LIFE, not only yours but everyones. Maybe then, you would know what is what? Maybe then, you would know that you are not actually right. Maybe then, you would know what certainly you are. Just SENSE ME and I'll give you an eye-opener check. I'm just a book. I know that. Everyone reads me but did anyone sense me? No? Yes? Let's see.

Adina, a 9-year-old, is a bubbly girl who enjoys her life, love having fun, loves to play and to make friends. Her dreams are so high. She wanted to touch the sky. Before she can even take the first step, she was pushed down. She was crushed. A flower was crushed, brutally. Her dreams crashed. Her life got shattered. Adina has lost somewhere. She is not Adina anymore. Just a natural evening, a simple job and 15 minutes walk broke Adina, made her no more a little bubbly girl. What is it that broke Adina? What happened that evening? Will she be able to gather her shattered life? * "Adina," I heard my mother scream from the Kitchen. I closed my books as I was half-way done with my homework and made my way to the Kitchen. My today's class was fabulous. I've learnt a new lesson. I've learned the 18th table in maths class as well. After all, studying in third class, the 18th table was difficult. Three more subject's homework is left to do. I can complete it after I'm done with my mother's work. "Yeah, Mom?" I looked up at my mom as she looked down at me. She was cutting the onions, probably to prepare snacks. "Dear, go and bring eggs, by a nearby shop. Your brother has gone to the playground. Go and come fast," I heard my mother order me. I nodded at her as she handed over the money to me. I'm just a 9-year-old girl yet I help my mother whenever it was needed. Washing the clothes and utensils, cleaning the house and bringing the necessities whenever my brother will be absent, which happens most often. After all, this is how a middle-class family works. I took the money from her and went outside in my black frock. I'm a bubbly girl who loves to play, make friends and dream high. Owing to the facts, I went all the way with a smile on my f ace to a nearby shop, not knowing that I may return with no-more bubbly-girl tag. 💝 Winner-Writer's Award 2020 Warning - DON'T READ IF YOU ARE UNDER DEPRESSION. MY KIND REQUEST. Reviewed by JuhiMehta268 Reviewed by firexqueen