{FIRST BOOK IN 'THE GIRL IN THE HOODIE' SERIES} {2014-2018} A girl moved to California two years ago. No one knows what she looks like. All they know is that she wears a hoodie. *~*~*~* "HOLY SHIT, NOAH! WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU LET THE TROLLEY GO?! COME BACK! OH MY FUCKING LIFE, FIZZY DRINKS UP AHEAD--" BANG FIZZ POP "...am I dead?" I'm suddenly grabbed by the back of my hoodie and pulled up from the ground and out of the mess of the opened bottles of fizzy which had exploded when the trolley and I crashed into them. My hands instantly go to my hood and I sigh in relief to find that it hadn't fallen off through all of that. I turn my head and look the the employee who's holding me, his face completely red and the vein in his neck throbbing. "Wassup, dude?" I smile sheepishly. *~* {HIGHEST RANKINGS: #1 in Funny #1 in Sad And #1 in Cancer apparently }

Radhika was never into the world of jewellery and dressing, she was concerned about her business suites and the professional pumps she put on for her meetings. The wedding rituals were as per their parent's concern and Radhika was like a moving mannequin dressed up in the heavy lehengas and diamond studded jewellery. Rihaan does the same. He was more like a male model wearing the Shervani and faking a smile at every click of the photographer. It was not like they don't like each other but the fact is that they never loved each other. They used to live in an aloof world of their own though there were people around them. It's the destiny that made them together and tied them in a knot of the wedding . We will see their life after the wedding in my story. Note: Not at all proof read. Scribbled without a single reading so, ignore the typos.