Belle in Bangalore is a passion project, kinda like a mix between dear diary and adult journaling. I just wanted a way to keep track of my daily adventures in Bangalore, I could write it in a notebook, but this is way too fun and keeps me accountable. Incase you stick around and choose to read, I'll be seeing you (almost) every day.

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I step on the accelerator just as I hear fresh round of gunshots and a loud bang. We get out of the parking space onto the highway.The three boys were huddled in the backseat of a very good looking interior.This was a sports car. I look up to the rear-view mirror. Raj was sitting in between the two of my favorite boys. "Yes, I don't know how the RAW works Cuz I've only ever worked as a Phantom." I say, Pick up the sunglasses from the passenger seat and wear it. I see a look of fear and awe cross Raj's face as Arjun smiles,looks down, shakes his head, looks out the window, looks at me again and winks. (Did that creature not know he was sexy as fuck?) And I? I crash. I Crash into a work in progress barricade, the barricade behind the one I crashed into falls down on stone slabs piled up. And before I can hit the brakes, the car slid onto the slanting barricade and flew a few feet before going totally out of control and circling, thrice. TBH, I haven't internally screamt in my entire life, as much as I did then. As soon as the car turns in the right direction, I lift my leg and put it on the brakes, before the car can actually kill the moment, I step on the accelerator and we were flying down the road again. "Whoaaaa. COOL AFFFF !" Punit screams and fistbumps Arjun. "Did I tell you I am sorry for misbehaving? I want no troubles man. You are my damn fucking Life Goals. Teach me how to be badass, Yeah?" Raj says as Punit and Arjun burst out laughing while I try to calm my exploding heart down. "Can we be friends?" Raj brings his pinky up to me. "Can I just throw you out?" I reply with a smirk. and Look up at my lover's face. I haven't seen him more prouder and hotter. "Pack your things guys. We are leaving." I speak into the Bluetooth.

dedicated to anyone that has ever written poetry in a dump

Twenty-two-year-old Emma Campbell had a dreadful lifestyle. She survived a lifetime complete of depression and heartache. Her mother passed away whilst she was merely four-years-old. Emma and her insulting father lived together in a slight apartment they shared in New York City. From time to time she simply cherished to have an ordinary life of her own. To elope from her harsh father, Emma and her elder sister Stephanie run to North Carolina to stay with their aunt and uncle far from their brutal father. Emma's fresh journey begins when she by chance encounters a young man named James Douglas, a delightful, charming gentleman who serves as a journalist at a distinguished business in Los Angeles. Falling in love was astonishing before fidelity showed up blazing on them right after their father recognized the accuracy and came to search for them in North Carolina on Christmas Eve attempting to justify his former flaws towards his children. What will Emma expect to do once she perceives her father's arrival? Will she ever tolerate her father and be a fortunate family anew?

Because of YOU, In Gardens of blossoming flowers I ache from the perfumes of spring. I have forgotten your face. I no longer remember your hands. How did your lips feel on mine? ----PABLO NERUDA Poems from the depth of heart... Words straight out of soul... All is Handwritten by myself Paper Awards 2nd place poetry @papercommunity Featured by the Wattpad Community @WattpadCommunity

Thoughts of a stained mind..

[An Experimental Attempt] A book of poetry that doesn't always rhyme; towards yet another attempt to dwell into realities, emotions and dreams-trying to scratch away layers without tearing them up. Thank you for checking them out.

Expressing the "Unexpressed ". *Happy Reading* Cover credit :JELLYFACE3