→ SEQUEL TO SHE'S MINE BOOK TWO → "Are you aware that you were kidnapped by Jason McCann?" The detective asks. What? Did he confess to everything? I sat their watching him closely. There's no way I'm going to say anything. I'm not giving in to anything this cop is trying to lower me in. I just sat there silently. I don't have to answer any of his questions right? I hope Jason isn't. "Because, Jason has confessed that he kidnapped you. He says you were his victim." He says. Why ask if you already know everything? Why would Jason even tell them that? "Can you tell me what you specifically remember?" His eyes are studying mine closely. The detective has an intimidating look as he watches me. His face softens as he eventually leans closer, placing his crossed hands on the rusted table. "I know you're scared but you don't have to be. He's gone. You're safe. He will never hurt you again. He's going to get what he deserves." He whispers soothingly. Is that supposed to make me feel better? What does he deserve? "The death penalty?" I ask emotionally. "Most likely." He says, confirming my deepest nightmare. This can't be happening. Copyright 2016. All rights reserved. This material may not be published, broadcast, rewritten or redistributed.

[Highest Rank ~ #1 in Fanfiction] 7/18/2016 BOOK ONE → "YOU CAN NEVER LEAVE ME!" He screamed. You stared down at the silver pistol that was dangling in his hands. You watched the man that had the fate of your life in his hand. You were beyond scared. the man in front of you was handsome yet fatal. His face was something you've never seen before but the shiny contraption in his hand snapped you out of your thoughts. "I DONT LOVE YOU & I NEVER WILL!" You shouted at the top of your lungs, all of sudden becoming brave. Once you saw his face, you regretted your bravery. "Take it back." He whispered while holding the gun up to your head. A tear streamed down his face as you watched his shaky hand clutch onto the trigger. + Copyright 2015. All rights reserved. This material may not be published, broadcast, rewritten or redistributed.

[FEATURED STORY] At school, they were nothing. At midnight, they were lovers. Because one minute after midnight... a rich girl and a boy who came from nothing found something they had in common. © 2014 All rights reserved | Short-Story #2 | Humour #25 |

"Love is..." I explored my brain to find the most suitable word in my dictionary that could fit in the definition I was trying to say; the definition that could make the jerk, sitting opposite me with a smirk on his face, believe in 'love'. "Bullshit?" He offered with a huge arrogant smirk on his face and no matter how much I agreed with him on this particular matter, I couldn't agree. So, instead of nodding my head in agreement, I scowled at him. His smirk grew bigger and he leaned away from me, gazing at me with his piercing grey eyes. "Finding it hard to make me believe in love when you yourself don't believe in that shit, huh?" With his piercing grey gaze fixed on my every move, I realized that 'being the devil's cupid' was going to be a lot tougher than I had initially thought. (By the author of 'And We Meet Again')

'A boy is lucky if he is a girl's first love; and a girl is luckier if she is a boy's last love.' A short story about friendship, love and not losing hope. ************ Highly cliche & cheesy story. Go on and read; you'll like it if you're a romantic. :D

My name is Cassandra. I'm 14 years old. My best friend calls me Cassie. And yeah, just so you know, my best friend is a ghost. |#1 in Adventure from August 2016 to November 2016|

While she was busy telling me what love is, I was determined to show her what love isn't... **** WARNING - This is male lead's POV of the story Love Is... So don't read this one before reading Love Is... as this is a complete spoiler and won't let you enjoy both the stories.

AVAILABLE ON AMAZON AND KINDLE AS PAPERBACK AND EBOOK! With conservative parents, an arrogant elder brother, a frustrating neighbor, six wild best friends and of course, the prejudging Indian society, Trisha's life may seem a little crazy but for her it was normal. She had it under control. But what when Arnav Malhotra arrives fresh from Delhi and he is everything you want in an Indian guy: good-looking, smart and best-friend material...? And what when a devilishly handsome Yash Shah is imported straight from London and he is everything an Indian girl dreams of: Zac Efron looks, flirty and the ultimate bad-boy type...? And suddenly, Trisha's crazy world which she always deemed normal starts spinning out of her control. Fill her shoes because I'm sure you will be able to relate to her, or laugh at her funny antics or her sad luck, or just be with her as she battles out an Indian teenage life and maybe, just maybe, falls in love. *** Author's note: 🍕Winner of the Golden Bird Award 🍕OMS had been selected for the long list of Your Story India competition. 🍕On some day I don't remember because I didn't note it down, all thanks to my laziness again, it had reached #8 on teen fiction. I can't thank all my readers and voters enough for the above achievements. Also, cheers to all those reading OMS for like the third or fourth time. Wow, ily xo