Since I am quite busy with my studies right now and I don't know when I'll have the time and inspiration to write long (very long) chapters like I used to do (real fun times), I have decided to try and write a little something every day, so when I come back to writing I'll be decent enough to pen down a chapter. So, here it is! Do, let me know!

Mard aksar mohabbat aur izzat ke beech ke khaleej ko samajh nahi paate. Mohobbat to alfaazon ka sahara lekar bhi ki jaa sakti hai. Lekin, izzat sirf di jaa thi hai. Izaat, aurat ki aankhon main wo keemti zewar hai jo diamond aur sone ki bhi chamak ko pheeka karde. Men often do not understand the firth between love and respect. Love may be sustained by words' aid. But, respect can only be given. Respect, in a woman's eyes is that inestimable jewel which leaves the shine of the diamond and gold to wither away. ------------------- "Shedding tears won't make you less of a man, at least not for me," Suman whispered. Shravan looked up from the space in the seam of both his palms and smiled between tears, so tenderly, so softly, that it broke her heart.

"Shukhr karoon mai kaise tera, mere Maula? Sajdon mai woh quwwat na hui mubtala, Ata kar woh quwwat ya rehmat baksh mujhe Ke yakeen ho chale, Tu Raazik hai mera..."

A continuation of the show Ek Duje Ke Vaaste and how I would have liked the show to pursue from Episode 150. Credits - Dilip Jha and Creatives

~ A tale of a friendship crushed and an affection triumphed ~ Best Ranking : #1 in ShraMan #12 in General Fiction Shravan and Suman, Childhood best friends, inseparable so to say. Suman, a feisty and hot headed girl, her only goal in life, to be accepted post her parents death. Shravan, the docile, nerdy guy, his only goal, to put a smile on his inner circle's face. His unproclaimed love for Suman was the reason for his constant torment. Shravan's Parents, although alive, were at constant loggerheads. One ill fated day, his Mother walked out on them and in his weakest moment; when he needed his best friend, his Suman the most, she snubbed him in the worst possible way and left him to rot in pain. Shravan decided to leave for London, collecting the broken pieces of his life, his resolve solid, to never look back. But would it be so easy to let go of unrequited love? Would Suman ever realise her subconscious need to be with him stems from a much deeper emotion? This is their story of love and hate, peace and war, their path to becoming soul mates. P. S. The story is written in English, but it does consist a mix of Urdu and Hindi transliterations too.

Best Ranking: #29 in Short Story "A tender smile illuminated his face as a familiarity caused his eyes to mist over. He gazed at the slim line where the earth met the heavens, amongst the now darkened obsidian, a flicker of brilliant cerise; it beaconed of the power above. Here they sat, him and his dearest, more often than not, enjoying the sunset and each other's company alike."

Highest Ranking in Poetry: #7 "The elegy of silence, The wailing of fate, The panache of death, The din of rage. Will quieten itself, Soon enough, someday."