Her life was nothing but a melancholic creation. Hopes were long gone, like smoke in the air. The longing never was her thing because it never got fulfilled. Before she met a boy. Broken. Sad. And soulless. And maybe the missing piece to her puzzle. Or maybe her destruction. Only time could tell.

SEQUEL TO ALL THE WRONGS To love is to lose. Your sanity, your reason, your heart, your very being. She had come to understand this truth and had embraced it, not with fear, but with acceptance. Even if she ceased to exist as she once was, whatever she became, she would be his. For only in that surrender did she feel whole. Her will had crumbled, her resistance left in ruins. She was no longer the woman she was. She had become someone else, shaped by longing, claimed by a man who should never been hers to want. Yet her pursuit of him was relentless. A forbidden longing. A chase with no end in sight. But how much longer could she play this game alone? Would he ache for her the way she burned for him? Would the mere thought of her unravel him, setting his veins ablaze with a desire so raw it bordered on pain? Would he know the agony of restraint, the torment of wanting what was forbidden, of needing what he could not have? Or would he walk away unscathed, untouched by the fire that had consumed her whole?

High school? More like Hell! Raina Khurana, a short, stubby, curvy girl. Due to her appearance, she gets picked on by other girls in her school. But when she changes schools, in hopes to move to a better one, she lands in hell, but this time stronger. Dreamer, Achiever and Witty. She is more than what meets our eyes. High school Heartthrob, basketball player and muscular. Tall, chocolate brown hair, and dark midnight deep eyes that can trap anyone. Ayush could be anyone's dream boy but hers. From grumpy shy to melodramatically loud. He's got it all. Lowkey feminist, fitness freak, caring just for her. Story of two teenagers, one with a dream and another making her his dream. Both make their own ways into adulthood and life. Being teenagers and friends with the opposite gender for the first time sure brings a lot of push and pull, emotional outbreak and shut outs. One can be a whole package yet at the wrong address. Spoiler: Contact number saved as Rahul Roommate is actually Raina calling home because she's hungry.

Warning: Cutest rom-com ahead. The male lead is a dangerously charming, narcissistic kamina you will ever find. Reader discretion advised. Prem Khatri, the quintessential berozgar (unemployed), juggles two main occupations- a part-time job searching for real employment and a full-time job enduring his parents' incessant taunts. Money is his obsession. He worships money, dreams of money, and lives for money. Unfortunately for him, money despises him and always stays out of reach. Prem knows there are two ways to earn money- through hard work or by being a money-digger. Naturally, he opts for the latter. Why? Because it's easier and he's smart as fuck. So, when a wealthy lady suddenly crashes into his life like a storm, he does what any self-respecting money-digger would do. He wife her up. But soon, Prem realizes that along with money issues, he now has Biwi issues too. As if that weren't enough to make his life hell, he also has to deal with a miniature version of his wife, a little girl he despises to the core but who has him wrapped around her little finger, much to his dismay. Embark on the rollercoaster journey of Prem Khatri- the opportunistic money digger; Radhika Arora- the formidable boss; and Pari Arora- the mischievous little troublemaker. ***

He's 44. She's 25. They say age is just a number. Is it really? ••••• They were never supposed to fall in love, but they did. As their hearts converged, against their will. He was a man defined by his rigid persona, an entity wronged by the past. His sole purpose was to survive in the world where everyone's existence is nothing less than detrimental to your own. Except when it comes to his son, a flicker of hope in his diminished life. The only one whom he loved and lived for. Until it changed when he crosses path with a woman, carrying calmness in her eyes and promises in her words. He wanted to keep her to himself, desired the love which she had immense. The only problem? She was young, way too young.

an·dro·pho·bia | \ ˌan-drə-ˈfō-bē-ə noun : an abnormal dread of men : repugnance to the male sex Thea is the definition of sweetness. Whether it be stopping to talk to a homeless person in the streets or volunteering overtime at her local charity shop, she feels the need to give and not take. Although that comes with disadvantages of its own, the effects of a strange phobia of hers only make her life more difficult: her growing fear of men. And when she meets the most terrifying of them all, she is forced to ultimately confront her fear. In the form of a murderous member of the mafia by the name of Synn, that same uncontrollable terror that she experiences in the presence of a man only sparks an interest in him. But unbeknownst to Synn, a man who revels at the tremor of his enemies, he cannot figure out why her wide, teary eyes do not give him the same pleasure. Why does that same terror-stricken look on Thea's face only make his heart clench with pain instead of content? #1 in Hot #1 in Fear #1 in Scared #1 in Sweet #1 in Kind #3 in Cute #5 in Love Cover done by @kimtherespeopledying

Hattie Page is a nobody, and who's fault is that? Jasper Kings. Hattie is the outcast. She has no one in her life. Her parents always seem to be gone when she needs them the most, and her friends...well she has none. All thanks to Jasper. Jasper sees her as his toy. A human play thing for him to mess with. But when a prank goes too far, causing Hattie to break a leg, Jasper has no choice but to be there to pick up the pieces.

" Mumma, I am eighteen right now. I've not even started my college and you want me to get married to man who is six years older! This is not fair." I shouted, exasperated. " Swara, your sister has betrayed all of us and has run away from her own wedding. All the guests are waiting for the bride to come out. You know your grandfather's medical condition . He will not be able to take any shock right now and you if you don't go out, his hard earned reputation will get tainted and he may not be able to absorb this shock." Mumma tried to reason. " What about Aditya....? I call him jiju (brother in law) for god's sake maa!" I exclaimed. " He will be okay with this marriage." Amrita aunty said, entering the room. " Mumma...this is going to spoil three lives." I tried, talking sense. " Swara, beta please do this for both of the families." Aunty said, folding her hands in front of me. " I need to talk to him first." I demaded to which both of them obliged and within next five minutes, my so called jiju was standing in front of me. " I tried to reason out with them. Turns out they did not understand. Didi loves you. I think she must have been forced to take this decision." I said, defending Kritika di. " Forced? Her letter clearly states otherwise." He spoke with so much hatred in his voice. I kept quiet. " Get dressed and come to the mandap (pavilion)" He said and left the room, banging the door on his way. " Thank you so much ganpati bappa (god) for throwing me in this mess." I muttered and without an option, started getting ready. God, what is going to happen with my life now!