"I'm not drinking sparkling water if I have to drink it to save my life." "You can't mess with me, I'm literally studying law." "Firstly, that dress is hideous; secondly, I've known you for five seconds." "I would put my money on you, except I'm broke." "I wrote a sonnet on him once, but then I burned it because I was describing the wrong eye color." Five friends tread through high school, career choices, outfits and love lives. Where will this journey take them and will their friendship survive these ordeals?

"Why is the damn coffee machine more expensive than the glock? What do you mean it isn't fire proof?" "Don't give me that look Susan, it's not my fault that you put those cameras in places where sun doesn't shine... you should have made them water proof." Just a very nonchalant series following the lives of a spy and an assassin when they're off jobs.

Even though it had been years, Vishnu looks back at the death of his son and remembers... Remembers the pain and sorrows... Remembers the betrayal... Maybe it's time to let go.

Lakshmi was known as the Goddess of Wealth. But she is so much more than that. She is the guiding light of the world. She is one of the many faces of AdhiParaSakthi. She is the universe and so much more. This is her life, her love, her struggles, her pain and how she overcomes it all. This is Lakshmi. A forgotten goddess and the legacy she left behind.

"I left, I couldn't stay no more. They were all drunk. Some harsh words were passed on. Some insults were thrown. The next moment swords were unsheathed, the sharp metals sliced through kinsmen by kinsmen. The ground has been drenched with the Yadava blood." he uttered weakly, the lump in his throat forbidding him from further speech. She looked up at him, his eyes weary and distant. So that's how it was going to be, their bloodline was to be swept off in an intoxicated brawl. Her thin fingers found his cold ones, as she intertwined them, some of her warmth seeping into his being. "What about Dau?" "He went off, presumably into the woods, way before things got out of control." spoke the man of midnight skin, closing his eyes, "What about sister Revati?" "She was feeling out of sorts since the afternoon, so she retired for the day. She's been sleeping ever since." answered his queen, realization dawning upon her. The looked into each other's eyes in shock, the truth nowhere ready to settle. Krishna sat himself on the bedside table, his hands gripping the silken wood too hard. Rukmini sat down in front of him, pressing the edge of her saree on his forehead, wiping away the sheen of sweat that had collected. Warm tears cascaded down his cheeks, falling onto her drapes. Her free hand cupped his wet cheek, and he leaned into the touch. "It is time, Rukmini, it is time." On some fortunate days- #7 under Narayana #2 under Rukmini

The secrets of lesser known people. Where I will get it? Only here. Highest rank #1 ( 10.6.17-11.6.17)#2 ,#3 etc #wattys2017

(what-if) oneshots of Mahabharat characters , could be imaginary situations introduced to the plot or improvised versions of actual plot Hopefully you will like it ☺️ This book will have random updates , as it entirely depends on my mood 🙂 (sorry) and mistakes are expected as I am not a native English speaker... So I apologise for any possible grammatical or spelling errors.. Enjoy the little stories ❤️ 🥇1st in #balarama on Jun/14th/2024 🥇1st in #Yudhisthira on Aug/17/24