A Ram and Priya story based on Bade Achhe Lagte Hain 3

"I can shake off everything as I write; my sorrows disappear, my courage is reborn." - Anne Frank It wasn't just simply said, "A pen is mightier than sword." As the writers hold their pens, they don't just write. They create a whole new world. A world that gets its life from the figment of their imagination. It's breathtaking as we realize just how much power do we have! 'THE WHISPERS OF INK' is a collection of such beautiful short stories. We hope you'll enjoy them!

ONC#2019 Long List The legends spoke of it, the myths whispered of it too; tales of a sword, forged in hope and wrought in despair, drawn out in light and quenched in darkness, made by a simple blacksmith, yet a blade so powerful that it could even destroy the Gods. It is believed that the swordsman worthy of lifting this sword was a true warrior, one who would be rendered invincible. And those who survived the battles fought alongside this warrior, swore that they could hear the blade sing. It was during the darkest battles, where the very existence of the world was threatened, that the blade would find its blade master, the warrior who would need it to fight the battle, to hope for a chance at victory. At least that is what was believed, for no battle seemed dire enough to have the blade appear in the last four thousand years. Four thousand, one hundred and sixty five years after the last recorded tale of the battle,where the blade had appeared, sixteen year old Aindri, much to her shock and delight, discovers that the legends are true and the myths are facts. But then what the myths guarded was a fearsome secret; for the sword to be rendered powerful, it needed a sacrifice, a price to be paid, willingly... Completed.

A valentine two-shot on SwaSan.

Waking up to a world she does not remember Swara tries to trace her life back to where she had left it. With fragments of memories that suggest a story far different from what her husband seemed to make her believe she is at cross roads as to whom she should trust. Perhaps some memories are better forgotten, some stories better re - written. Cover credits to @lucky03m

#1 in memoryloss 11/05/18 A girl in the edge of death. A man who loves her more than his own life. A fate that threatens to pull them apart. A tale of love that goes beyond life and death.

Sanskaar Maheshwari lost his parents and fiancee in a car accident years ago. He is left behind with his sister whom he raises as a delicate darling princess with the help of his uncle and aunt. When he realises that his aunt wants to marry his sister to an irresponsible brat, he takes a drastic step to secure her happiness. However, is that the only reason behind his decision? Not really. He is a man of his own agenda who finally meets his match in more ways than one. ~~~~~ Cover by Lucky @lucky03m -------------------------- Rankings #68 - Swaragini on 8/7/2018 #143 - SwaSan on 8/7/2018 #59 - RagLak on 8/7/2018

Stories straight from the heart. Traces of thoughts left on paper, of rainbows after rainfall, smiles after heartbreaks - happy endings and ever afters!

A web of chance, choice and circumstances so intricately woven that love seemed improbable and impossible. But then it was a love so enduring that it journeys through multiple universes and realities, across time and space, till it finds fulfilment. Justuju: (जुस्तजू): borrowed from Persian ( جستجو‎) and means quest, search or pursuit Pronunciation: IPA(key): /d͡ʒʊs.t̪ə.d͡ʒuː/

Till six months ago, she had been Ragini Gadodia, a loved daughter and adored granddaughter. Till six days ago, she had been Ragini Maheshwari, married to the man she loved above all, loved enough to kill her sister, or try to, twice. Six hours ago her world turned upside down and now, she was not sure who she was anymore. Her family had disowned her and the man she loved had turned his back on her. She had no place to go, no one to turn to, no idea what to do next. All she knew was that some way, some how, she would have to make up for the sins she had committed, even if those whom she had sinned against did not want to have anything to do with her. This is her journey, from sin to atonement, from remorse to redemption. A journey from being lost to finding herself. A journey through hiraeth to reach home. ___________________________ Hiraeth (pronounced [hiraɪ̯θ]) is a Welsh concept of longing for home, which can be loosely translated as 'nostalgia', or, more commonly, 'homesickness'. Many Welsh people claim 'hiraeth' is a word which cannot be translated, meaning more than solely "missing something" or "missing home." To some, it deploys the meaning of missing a time, an era, or a person. It is associated with the bittersweet memory of missing something or someone, while being grateful of that/ their existence. ____________________________