"Sshhhhh....." he hushed and pinned us against the wall leaving no space between us. I held onto his biceps with my hand in reflex. He shook his head lightly signalling me not to scream. But did not remove his palm, awaiting confirmation I guessed. I nodded a little locking eyes with him fearfully. I witnessed a glimmer in his eyes and he removed his palm from my mouth slowly. I mustered up a little strength and asked nervously. "Kon hai aap aur yahan kya kar rhe hain," His eyes softened, looking deep into my eyes as if he could see through them as if he owned them. A strong wind surfaced, pulling away the fabric and revealing his face. It was him. My heartbeats raced wildly. He flickered his gaze to my lips for a few seconds, licked his lower lip a little with an unreadable emotion and peered back deeply into my eyes, delving into my soul. He replied in the raw, masculine and resonating voice I had heard months before. "Daksh naam hai hamara. Vivaah karne aaye hai aapse," *** I could not believe my eyes that he was standing right in front of me. The day I walked away from him, with a swarm of butterflies in the depths of my guts and belly, I never considered the possibility of crossing our paths again. I never thought we would get another chance in this life. Was it a wise decision of me to run away back then like that? The moments we shared back then flashed back into my memory. I started wondering if this was a coincidence or if he purposely located me. *** This is the love story of Daksh Pratap Rathore and Radhika Maan Singh. Storyline occurs in early years of 21st century(2001). A love saga bridging the gap between a city-born man and a village-raised girl. They are soulmates longing for love and solace from each other in different parameters. Let us dive into their journey of togetherness, and internal conflicts and see if and how they find solace with each other. First 2 chapters can be descriptive but I'm sure you'll like the story further.

"Do you know, Guruma told me how much she likes me being there." Thirteen year old Meenakshi spoke about her new life. "She is absolutely right. Having you around is like having our blessings around." Chitrama said, as she slowly massaged her bruised arms. "Who would not like you?" She asked, her question rhetorical. "My parents." Meenakshi whispered, making Chitrama look at her. She smiled softly at her, as she saw the little girl becoming a woman. "Does you feet not hurt you?" She asked diverting her attention. They were bruised from walking on the rocks and climbing trees. "No ma. I am used to the pain." Meenakshi said, making Chitrama's heart weep. "One day, you shall be cherished dear, so much that all this pain will be worth it." She said, caressing her soles, before she bandaged them. "I don't have any such expectations ma. And I don't wish to." She said, before she walked to the bathing area.

A fiery beauty and an heiress in her own right, Emily Worthing avoids matrimony to the best of her ability. Until, her brothers uncalled for threat forces Emily to think up a plan that would undoubtedly shock the rigid, upper- class London society.

Calcutta, India. 1899 Being a woman in this age means being tied under the shackles created by the British and an equally orthodox society. Headstrong and outgoing, Anvesha doesn't care what people think about her. She is not one of those women who stay in their homes and pop children for their husbands. She is determined to pry her freedom. Alexander Stewart is a "childishly" arrogant man of eighteen. His journey to life begins when he comes to India with his two best friends, Matthew Hemmings and Jordan Wedlock. The day he crosses paths with the fierce looking Indian woman, he's sure that coming to India was the worst of his decisions. But will time change his mind? A feeling other than hatred; would something develop? (Descriptions would really be the death of me. Don't be disappointed, give this book a chance ^_^ ) ... A/N: Please note that:- • I do not own the pictures in the cover, I found them on google. Enjoy! #1 IN HISTORICAL FICTION! #1 IN TEENAGER! © 2015 Bhavini Sharma All Rights Reserved

Mellisa Woods realises that her life is over after she catches her fiance cheating on her with her sister, still in shock she then discovers the news that everyone knew about this affair this drives her to the edge as she packs her backs and leaves but nothings goes as she hoped.

Highest rank #3 on whodidit on 11/05/18 "Life is a flight of Icarus, if you fly high; you burn, if you fly low you sink. Staying away from both ice and fire is near impossible. Decide what you're going to do, since you're already inside the labyrinth. Either; you can fly with me, I'll give you the wings of wax and feathers or you can wait here for the death to come. Ah, anyways I promise you no better chance at living, but at least, you'll die a free soul, isn't that better? Don't look at me like that, as if you read more than there is written, as if you can see beyond my face or beneath my eyes...no, stay away, there is no need to come closer. I feel nothing! I don't want to feel anything! Why do you laugh? What's funny? You don't believe I'm a monster? Fine, your problem; don't tell me I didn't warn you before. Leave; run; hide; whatever! Just don't break my walls. It hurts to feel again, it hurts to cool off...I like burning, I like fire, just stay away, stay safe. What have you done to me? You were my ace, my pawn, my weapon, why am I suddenly acting like your shield? Break this charm, break it right now... The last thing I want is to fall in love! Don't forget...not for a moment, that you're Icarus and I am your sun. Stay away, stay safe!" "A thing is not necessarily true because a man dies for it" Oscar Wilde A woman convicted for murdering her love... A man forsaken by his family.... Both with dark pasts, broken hearts and bitter souls, thrown together in to a battle of wits, egos, hearts and desires... Will they end up saving each other or dueling to death? After all life is a flight of Icarus, a moment of lost balance, a moment of ignorance is all between destiny and death. Cover credits to @lucky03m

Waking up to a world she does not remember Swara tries to trace her life back to where she had left it. With fragments of memories that suggest a story far different from what her husband seemed to make her believe she is at cross roads as to whom she should trust. Perhaps some memories are better forgotten, some stories better re - written. Cover credits to @lucky03m

Once upon a time there was a spring, with warmth of laughter, sunlight of love. They were young and carefree. Their friendships were true and hearts pure. They had no motives, no game plans. The battle was yet to call them...the winter yet to come... A set of one shots featuring young Swara, Sanskar and Lakshya. Of their developing friendships and mutual affections. A background read for the Winter Series. Cover credits to lucky03m

The game continues as Swara Bose now pretending to be Swara Sanskar Maheshwari enters the arena. It had never been black against white, per say, their chess board has always been an array of grays. With her former best friend by her side and her sister on the enemy front it is a battle of bitter emotions. But she has to see through this winter, as the queen of her castle. Sequel to Ice King. Cover credits to @lucky03m

Sanskar Maheshwari the estranged son of the Maheshwari family is back. But he is not the same person who left five years ago. With ice of revenge freezing his heart he is unleashing an unkind storm on his kin; at the eye of which is his childhood sweetheart; an unwilling pawn of the game of power and emotions; Swara. Will she see him for who he really is, or blinded by the sweet memories of their childhood will she be caught unaware by the blowing winds? After all the winter is coming... Cover credits to @lucky03m