Two years ago, Andra was the most popular girl in her high-school. She had it all- beauty, money, friends, and a boyfriend that was just as popular as she was. Now, she still has beauty. She still has money. But she has no friends. She has no boyfriend. And she's only known as Medusa. She turns the boys to stone. Maybe for revenge. Maybe because she wants them to hurt the way that she does. Until a group of new boys figure everything out. They refuse to turn to stone, and they refuse to let her be the monster that everyone misjudged.

A group of six friends are locked down in a classroom together after a shooting takes place at their highschool. Now published on Amazon

It's my third story book of poetry. Love is the condition of solidarity. Love remains active, alive in the heart of a person who does not bear negetive attitude! In the fray of pure and holy relation, love demands no retribution. Love should be fair and stainless and never claims to have a free sex. Our span of life is very short. So embrace love and open the window of mind. Mind is very sensitive and touchy! Give due respect to the loveliness of love! But now we move in the opposite direction. In the name of love everything is lost! Nothing is existed!

This is my second story book of poetry after publishing Sitting Under a Torn Umbrella - with a new title and have a new outlook. Now modernization of humanity is found nakedly in every aspect of life. Divine law doesn't follow today. Rather we disobey whimsically, arrogantly, intentionally without pondering over its side effects and destructive result. Effortless effort, coreless relation do raise its ugly head like a poisonous snake. The words like filial piety, cordiality, fraternity, honesty, modesty do not get entry into our so called modern lexicon. Man's faith is being stampeded on foot, hope sinks into dispair, promise is broken, innocuous peace cut into pieces. Hanky-panky, desultory atmosphere forced us to go back to the Days of Ignorance. Hopelessly we do feel pangs of neglect sitting under a torn umbrella.

Man is for man - this is an old slogan today. It has lost its uniqueness for the cause of self-centred mentality. Now we cannot hear the chorus songs of unity. Rather the sound of cacophony always do disturb our hearing organ by imposing acute disparity. We don't fly the flag of harmony, uncompromising corrupted selfish hands try to disconnect the rope of the flying flag to take undue advantage. Human being lacks of humane quality. Strangulation of faith is seen here and there. We are losing hope day by day. The act of deflowering is an art. The dignity of woman is mercilessly crushing under the wheel of gender inequality. Filial piety sinks into the ocean of disbelief. Every moment we do feel pangs of neglect sitting under a torn umbrella. To buy the physical copy of this book visit the link below 👇 https://notionpress.com/read/sitting-under-a-torn-umbrella

When Victoria's bestie, Este (Estella) goes missing, it's up to her and her 3 friends to solve her mystery. Trigger warnings: Slight Panic attacks, Blood, Body, and ofc, Murder.

A collection of self-written poems, expressing my thoughts and feelings. ☆☆☆ Started: 08/01/2023 Concluded: 02/07/2023 ☆☆☆ #1 bookish:14/03/2023 #1 sadpoems: 24/05/2023 500 reads: 12/03/2023 600 reads: 13/03/2023 700 reads: 17/03/2023 800 reads: 27/03/2023 900 reads: 02/04/2023 1K reads: 12/04/2023 1,2K reads: 16/04/2023 1,3K reads: 18/04/2023 1,4K reads: 24/04/2023 1,5K reads: 26/04/2023 1,6K reads: 6/05/2023 1,7K reads: 20/05/2033