[COMPLETED] ❥𝐃𝐢𝐥- 𝐃𝐢𝐥 𝐭𝐨 𝐏𝐲𝐚𝐚𝐫 𝐤𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐚 𝐣𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐢! ❥𝐃𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢- 𝐏𝐲𝐚𝐚𝐫 𝐝𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢 𝐡𝐚𝐢! ❥𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐚- 𝐏𝐲𝐚𝐚𝐫 𝐦𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐚 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐞 𝐡𝐢 𝐫𝐞𝐡𝐭𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐢! 𝗜𝘁'𝘀 𝗮𝗻 𝗢𝗦 𝗳𝗲𝗮𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗗𝗲𝗯𝗮𝗻𝘆𝗮 (𝗗𝗲𝗯𝘂 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗔𝗻𝗮𝗻𝘆𝗮). ~𝑾𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆❣ 𝑹𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒌𝒂

it's totally the fiction! it's totally different from the bb . here in my story bondita is a 16 year old girl and lost her parents, but she was sent to scofflish academy by her uncle and she's completely sad and broken ofcourse after what happened in her life. In my story the character of Anirudh is 17 years old and he also live in that academy. you'll read the story of unconditional love of anidita and the biggest secret of Anirudh's life which will lead them to the different world. Again, it's not related to BB at all! It's totally different:-) it's a paranormal and true love story. I chose anidita because I love them so much! I'm writing it with the imagination of my favourite anidita ♥️

COMPLETED! Bondita is 19 and starting her college in Kolkata. The founder and headmaster of the college is her Patibabu himself. She faces a tough time keeping it a secret from her classmates. Experiencing new friendships and emotions, would she able to stop herself from falling in love?

In a city where everyone's either launching a startup or launching into unsolicited advice, Rafiq Ahmed finds himself doing both. A retired consultant with a fondness for acronyms and misused jargon, Rafiq begins offering strategic life audits to unsuspecting strangers-from rickshaw pullers to marriage brokers. His niece Suhaila, ever the opportunist, starts filming him. Soon, "Consultant Uncle" becomes a viral icon, doling out emotional KPIs and SWOT analyses of heartbreak on Facebook Live. But Dhaka is not a spreadsheet. And as Rafiq's fame grows, so does his unease. What begins as satire turns strangely sincere, as he's forced to reckon with the very culture he's parodying-and the quiet loneliness behind his frameworks. But as the views climb and brand offers roll in, Rafiq begins to question the spectacle. Is he helping people, or just entertaining them? Is clarity a commodity, or a calling? What happens when the frameworks run out and all that's left is silence?