"Are you my Karma in a masquerade, punishing me for my sins, while I was falling in love with you?" Nicholas cried, stepping closer. I withered by the sofa as he flooded his glass with wine, it's scarlet staining the trail of struggle betwixt us. His drunken face plastered with a forceful smirk that failed to hide his painful eyes, as he raised his glass at me. "I raise a toast to your successful pretentiousness." "My lie was hiding my truth, but my love wasn't. And the truth is, I don't deserve to love or be loved. You fell in love with everything about me, yet not me," I confessed, as tears seeped down my eyes, filling my empty glass. He crashed his heavy body on mine, as his wine drained down my transparent shirt stripping my misfit identity. His hands tugged at my skirt, unzipping it, as I held him midway. "No-" I hissed. "I fell in love with a human. But you were only a delusion," Arjun expressed. ••••• ❝To bully or be bullied, to love and yet be hated- The third gender only knows the extremes.❞ Things have never been simple for Karnika aka Karn, a trans person who identifies as 'female'. And life takes a turn when she is forced to juggle as a male and a female, in and outside school. To complicate things further, her love Arjun knows both Karn and Karnika, but as two different individuals. As the yarn of her dual life unfurls intertwining her in its threads of complications, how long can she withhold her truth from the love of her life? 18 in #transgirl (28.04.19)

She was travelling along with the traders' caravan unaware that her role was to sweeten the deal between her father and his associate, he was assigned to protect the caravan. He encountered betrayal and abducted her in retribution, thus beginning an unlikely feudal love story in the desert.....

Aarushi was just an ambitious girl who wanted to fulfil her dream. All she ever wanted to do was lead the Woman's Wing of a popular political party. It was her dream to help the woman of the Indian society, pick them up from a pile of nothing and encourage them to stand up on their feet. Aarushi was one of the world's biggest feminists. However, things don't always turn out the way they have been planned. Aarushi's dreams are crushed when she meets a guy called Sumedh. Her life turns upside down. Instead of encouraging the females of the society she is forced to marry into a house full of male chauvinists. She is restricted from pursuing her dream. Her career is destroyed. She is forced to live as a housewife who is meant to do the household chores and not work like men. Her husband treats her like a used tissue paper. She learns to embrace the situation and begins to accept her fate when suddenly, she starts falling in love with her torturer husband. She keeps examining the whole house & the people in it. She tries to understand the situation of her Mother-in-law & two sisters-in-law. After many months she comes to knw the real faces of every person & that's when her life takes a drastic turn. Follow Aarushi in her journey where she will stand against all odds fr rights of every women in family.

Along with Kashibai Peshwe this story is dedicated to all women who remained gracious in the face of heartbreak! The Peshwa wife, who was destined to live in the shadow of her husband Bajirao's achievements and valour, remained a faithful and stoic consort. She had no choice but to remain confined to the domestic arena which was presided over by her mother-in-law Radhabai while her husband expanded the Maratha Empire. There was public outrage over the growing influence of Mastani on Peshwa Bajirao and his decision-making. Kashibai had to endure her husband's growing neglect due to his obsession for Mastani. While he indulged in hedonistic pleasure with his lover Kashibai was left to face the ire of his mother and the orthodox Brahmin society of the time. Historians and playwrights have sung hosannas to the tragic Bajirao-Mastani romance, depicting it in novels, plays and films. None of them bothered to do justice to the suffering of his wife Kashi, instead wrongly accusing her of having participated in the torment of the lovers. Even the recent Bollywood film on the subject failed to highlight how Kashi nurtured and raised her stepson Samsher Bahadur after the demise of Bajirao-Mastani. This piece of work is an endeavour to set the record straight and give Kashibai Peshwe her due.

Randhir was startled by the presence of the teenage Sanyukta desperately hanging off the mango tree just outside his bedroom balcony. "Who is it, son? It must be those infernal kids after the fruit in the garden!'' His mother Renuka called out to him. ''No mother, just some monkeys.'' He was unsure why he had lied. He could see she was trapped and uncertain about how to descend. ''Here, take my hand'' He whispered to her stretching across, as she looked at him petrified. Slowly, an inch at a time, she crawled toward him, trying not to look down, until she was near enough for him to grab her and pull her into his sinewy arms. Unconvinced that she had landed on safe ground she held him in a tight embrace till he could feel her heart beat wildly against his broad chest.

4 Medical students who are excited fr a medical camp arranged by their clg. in this camp their life is going to take a big turn.. u think..what if a junglee tribe kidnaps u & forces u to hv a baby just to immolate to their god...??? this is not just a timepass story..It will force u to think that how cn anyone be so cruel?? No god can be that much cruel to ask u to kill innocent baby girl to please him.. yesss..only baby girl..not a boy.. girls are always disrespected in our society.still there are many people who think that girls are burden fr family..this story is going to be an reality check fr them. This story is about a kidnapping of four friends done in a political antagonism. how this thing changed the life & thinking of this 4 friends & their families. follow Sumedh ,Aarushi,Aaditya & Devaki in their journey against all odds. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. I do not intend to hurt the sentiments of any individual ,community, sect , Tribe ,Religion ,caste ,state or political party.

She grew up adoring him. Even after he drifted far due to circumstances the adulation continued. The fragrance of the night jasmine he planted to placate her left his mark. As she blossomed into a lissome maiden it filled her with a longing she could not bring herself to express- her feelings remained locked safe in the vault of her mind. Many tried to woo her but could never take his place, her heart belonged only to him! On the other hand he held vague memories of her, having left her far behind while she was still a child- his mother made sure no vestiges from the past would have any impact on his future, he had to live up to his influential pedigree. The elite boarding school, the internship abroad, the Ivy league education- a carefully charted path well-colluded to ensure that the Shekhawat fortunes would soar like a phoenix. There was too much at stake, she carefully groomed him to take over the business empire as he was their ultimate gilt-edged investment. She was a Sanyal before she became a Shekhawat-the daughter of a successful corporate Moghul, and soon realised that she must prevail before the clan had another opportunity to squander the ancestral wealth with their whims and a myopic vision. She vetted everything-who Randhir made friends with, whom he dated, who his business acquaintances were, what blue chip companies he put the money in- in the hope that he would never stray from the path to success, unlike his father before him. Little did Renuka Shekhawat know that destiny once writ is unlikely to unravel, you cannot always make the future your slave. What will happen when the two young people meet again, this time playing very different roles unlike those in their childhood?

There was confusion in the eyes of the seven year old Surangi as they dipped mango leaves into the sandal-turmeric paste to anoint her. She did not know what marriage meant, she was just told that she would move into a new home in a village far away and Yashoda mami would be her mother-in-law. Fighting back tears she clutched her carved sandalwood doll, trying not to miss her mother Kaveri whose recent demise had prompted her father to agree to the alliance between Surangi and Madhav, the eleven year old son of Raghav, Kaveri's distant cousin. Shridhar knew he could not bring up his daughter alone. He was constantly under pressure to take a new bride to bear him the much desired son as his late wife had only left behind a daughter. He chose to marry little Surangi off in accordance with the custom of the day rather than leave her at the mercy of a step-mother.