The only two people in the world who don't know Neil loves Simran are Neil and Simran. And this, is their story.

Dr. Riddhima Sahni was expecting everything and anything when she walked into the emergency room except what she saw. Him. Battered and bruised. Bleeding profusely. His eyes, droopy and tired as his head rolled to one side. Riddhima didn't know how to react at all. How are you supposed to react when the only guy you have loved for seven long years, who was also the guy who broke your heart suddenly find his way to your ER? But most of all how are you supposed to react when you see him half dead but still wearing your ring?

He thought the worst day of his life had just began after he walked out of the court, post signing his divorce papers. She had been waiting for the best day of her life since nine months now, she just didn't know when it would be. His worst day collided with her best day. And the result? Read to find out.

Beneath the layers of every realist, pessimist, cynic and modern day woman - as well as the optimists, excited, childish, Old school ones - lies a hidden or obvious desire - of having your own pefect little love story - the one that would make you curl your toes in giddy happiness. So does Nandini Murthy. Her only problem - she hasn't yet found the one. Stitched in the soul of every man - is the hope, that he will be accepted and loved the way he craves, and that he would someday love someone till the wee end of earth - that he too might have a filmy dream come true, that he too would be the Raj to someone's Simran. So does Manik Malhotra. His only problem - nobody seems to intrigue him enough. One Trip and their world are about to change - almost unrealistically. But wasn't that they were waiting to happen anyway? Cover and title credits : @ElysianCoral

Beshert: Meant to be Kishkes: the gut feeling, the voice of your heart. "Not every story with a girl meeting a boy is about falling in love. Sometimes it's about finding your own self. Sometimes it's about them being the streetlight on an otherwise dark road of your life. And Sometimes, they just aren't ready to find each other in that way, so they don't. But if it's 'Beshert' and your 'Kishkes' tells you so, the story might end with a kiss" Completed. All copyrights preserved!

It's not unusual in a world full of humans to run into each other. Some remain strangers, some turn into friends and some are friends turned strangers. A vicious circle. Dev went to this particular Tapri wala every day, saw a lot of people there, while he puffed his Cigarette in silence and solace. Khwaish was one of those people he saw on that tattered stall, but what he did not know was that there is an undeniable attraction between Cigarettes and Chai.

¶¶We all live under the same sky, but we don't have the same Horizon¶¶ We find a sadistic pleasure in categorising things, and humans, on the basis of various criterias. Pain, is one of those criterias, on the basis of which, we can categorise humans into two groups. One, who are so devastated by ache that it paralyses them, snatches away their laughter and fill each of their cracks with sorrow. The other, who get so used to pain that they forget they are themselves hurting. They laugh and they smile, in a constant state of numbness, and the world calls them indifferent. Dhara Malik is the former kind, and Vyom Bakshi the latter. And this is their story!