"Aap agar soch rahe hai, mujhse nikah karne ke baad aap meri zindagi ke hero ban jaoge aur main aap ki ho jaungi toh aap badi ghalat fehmi mein hai, Mirza." Her words ceased his steps. His fingers curled into a fist, trying to control his rage which was bubbling inside him by hearing her disobedient tone. He blew out a puff of air and slowly turned around with an emotionless face. "That's where you are wrong, Hoor. I don't intend to be your hero because I'm not one." He sauntered towards her, making her take several steps back in dread until her frame crashed to the wall. Altan leaned down to her height and placed his hand at her sides, caging her fragile state. Mahoor turned her face away and pushed herself more into the wall. Her left hand started to shiver uncontrollably on which his gaze fell. Taking her trembling hand in his, Altan whispered,"Mai har kahani ka villain hi raha hu aur yeh kahani bhi koi alag nahi hogi. Tum apni ijazat se ha kahogi toh khushi hogi nahi bhi razi hogi toh koi baat nahi," his lips curled into a wicked smile, seeing tears gathered in her eyes. "Altan Mirza, har cheez apni bana hi leta hai aur tum toh meri tab hi ho chuki thi jab pehli dafa meri nazarein tumse mili thi."

[a desi small town romance] In which Anjali moves to Misayur, a small town in Western Tamilnadu to live with her grandmother and ends up running into her childhood crush Karthik, who is not the unserious boy she knew him as anymore. [Paper Hearts #2]

"I thought I told you to stop telling me what to do." I whispered meekly. "I thought I told you that I wanted you here, with me. I want your happiness. Not your anger." His lips touched my ear when he spoke; I was shaking. "You never said you wanted that." "But that is what I meant." "I don't live in your head, Adam. I can't just figure out what you want." "But you do." The hand that had been on the edge of the skin trailed up the side of my waist and then back down. "I can't fucking focus on anything else. Even now there's only thoughts of you in here. I'm wondering if you'd taste as sweet as you smell." /// When Shireen Naseer stumbles upon a sight not meant for her eyes, the young fashion designer is roped into a mess bigger than she's ever created. Suddenly, she's married to a brooding soldier and living in his home as she awaits the dangers of the outside world to pass. But Adam Zaman is not just an average soldier. He laughs at her stupid jokes, tries to keep her happy, listens when she rants, and is so very patient with her. She's falling hard and fast, but he will not step over the line. Protecting her and her honor is his responsibility, so how can he tarnish it? /// Bro, this belongs to me. Don't post it anywhere else.

[ a desi story] in which an assassin visits a particular ice cream truck after every kill to help soothe the bitter aftertaste in his heart.