A book full of randomness...

I was just another fan to him. I didn't think by sending that one little tweet to Niall Horan, 1/5 of the famous boy band One Direction, my life would change forever. I was nothing special. Just like any other 17 year old girl. Hands touch, eyes meet and apparently, he saw something special in me.

*Direction Infection*

Deepika walked up to the bed with her arms crossed. "Get off." "Sorry, already called dibs." Zayn smirked as his arms rested behind his head against the pillows. "What a gentleman you are." she sarcastically scoffed. "You're gonna have the girl sleep on the couch." "Of course not." he sat up. "We'll share the bed." "I'd rather walk in front of a moving bus." A college trip to Australia is what Deepika Padukone is excitedly looking forward to. But that feeling ends short when she realizes the boy who she despised since high school, is also going to join her and the other thirty students on the trip. The one and only, egotistical Zayn Malik. To make her situation worse, on arriving there she gets assigned the same room as him and get this, it only has one bed. Cover credits to @legalised

In which Prince Zayn falls madly in love with a peasants daughter and Drama follows ... #Zaypika

1940. A year when the Indian soil was tensed and was a point of violence. Swords were drawn, guns were fired and knives were stabbed, in the name of the creation of two countries, with quite different ideologies. British Raj's policies, created a land of killing, which was once a place of unity, and friendship. But some friendships last even if they go through the most toughest times. But will friendship go to an extent that they are ready to wed their children, even if they are different, by faith? Zain Malik never knew his life would change by getting married to Harpreet, And Harpreet felt all her worries would be over since she met Zain. Will it all change just because of one reason? A war? ..... A Story of Two Nations in Making - Borders *Disclaimer- This work of fiction is not meant to degrade, harass, or devalue any faith, tradition or people. All the people mentioned in this book are fictitious. Any resemblance to a person or place is purely coincidental.* Copyright huesofzaypika Book cover by @zivacious

- because this moment simply is -

The year is 1741. The Mughal dynasty is at its zenith of power . King Zayn has it all, the looks, riches and above all... he is the King of Lahore. He was a man who got what he yearned for; a man who is easily pleased and easily angered, he was unbreakable. But there is one thing that'd waver his mind, which would make him vulnerable, in his race to expand his territory, to live up to the legacy of his dauntless ancestors... And that is obsession towards women. His desire and lust for women make him known as the Mughal era's Casanova. But it's not too soon before he falls head over heels for Apsara, a court dancer, who is also known as the divine beauty all over Lahore. But the fact is... she fears him. Love. Lust. War. The Divine Beauty- Apsara. #108 in Historical Fiction as of 19 December, 2014 #104 in Historical Fiction as of 20 December, 2014 #98 in Historical Fiction as of 21 December, 2014 #91 in Historical Fiction as of 30 December, 2014 ... He stared at the blazing sun until his eyes hurt and strained due to its blinding light. He gave his eyes a shade by placing his palm on his forehead to restrict the light from falling on his perfect face. He turned and sat on the edge of his bed, holding the bed post for support. He couldn't hold it in. In the silence of the calm room, he loudly began crying. He sobbed as he could feel fresh, warm tears coming from his eyes. He didn't like to be vulnerable, he didn't want to feel this way. He was sick and tired of being alone. He had no companions, no true "friends". All the friends he actually had were wealthy aristocrats and Kings who had an eye on his immense wealth. Deep inside his heart, he knew that everyone despised and hated him. *Warning: There may be a few chapters that may contain graphic scenes and violence which'll be meant for a mature audience, though it's rated PG-13. These chapters are now private at the moment. ©Copyright sweetdreams199

Zayn Malik. Also known as, The Player. Girls fell for him, he used them and simply tossed them like a paper ball. He thought of girls as objects, not human beings. Feelings. He never had them. He was heartless, as some girls would say. Love. He never believed in it. He though it was a waste of time. Lovr didn't exist in his world. Ariel Winters. Also know as the Class clown. Loved by everyone. She put a smile on everyone's face. Even the teachers that she would interrupt loved her. Love. In her opinion, it was stupid. The only people she loved were her two best friends and her mother. What happens when these two people people cross paths? Well, let me tell you. It's nothing but trouble.