A man with a past has returned to India after 5 long years. In the captivating scenery of J and K, He spots his treasure, the one who will help him achieve his goal. But by trying to acquire this goal, Will he lose himself? Will he be captivated by his treasure? Will he be captivated forever? ORGINALLY A SWASAN STORY

Lying on the green grass, they were watching the stars when he had smiled at her, and uttered those beautifully venomous words- "People don't die from suicide, Nandini. They die from sadness". And it took her a while to understand them, but when she did, she smiled at him too. "But Manik, isn't it wrong, to grieve the tragedy of end so much, that you forget how beautiful the beginning was?" A one shot exploring the depth of human emotions caught in whirlwind of perceptions.

" You only let go of things you have had in abundance, things you know will easily be yours again. But giving up someone you got after years of torturous draught in life, never!" He is broken! She is healer. His smile is charismatic but never reaches his eyes. Her smile is magnificent but she is also the 'maa' of her group. He is tired of fighting. She will fight for truth. And they meet! Will this meeting of two different atoms build a sizzling chemistry?❤

Previously known as 'THERE FOR EACH OTHER' "And when my eyes fell on you, I realised that all I ever needed in life, To flourish and to bloom, Was you". Nandini Murthy isn't someone too keen about love because well, responsibilities, or maybe she uses that as a shield to stay away from love. She had never gotten her heart broken before, but the fear of love, is still firm in her heart. Manik Malhotra is too keen to love. Fairy tales and romantic comedies are his to go to escape. He wants to feel every damn emotion love brings with it. But does the Dawn and Dusk ever coexist?

General disclaimer: This story, a general fiction romance, has a lot of angst involved. Please be ready with your tissues if emotions hit you hard! Not every love story has a beautiful begining, just like many have sad endings. His story also had a painful start, a tale of his unrequited love! Hers had a painful end, an ache of loosing the love of her life! What happens when they are tied in a sacred bond, the one that threatens to destroy both of their lives, Together?

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?

#PRIVATE STORY# Ten years is a lot of time, especially if you are not in contact with someone, isn't it? Manik Malhotra and Nandini Murthy were childhood friends. Best friends. Until, she left the city after her tenth grade. And now she is returning after ten long years, to the same city, with a hope to meet him, and recreate their childhood memories. But the person she meets isn't the one she left. Also he has another best friend, someone she thinks had replaced her importance in Manik's life, and all he remembers now is her, Shiwali. What now? What will Manik and Nandini do, when they meet again, especially when both of them are not what they used to be? Will their friendship rekindle or will it be lost forever? Welcome to a short saga of our very own MaNan.

Finding yourself in the middle of the chaos involves unbearable pain. You will feel like you are drowning, your conscience is screaming for help, your eyes glistening with yearning for the human touch but your mind too benumbed for the whimpers rolled under your tongue to find voice. Chaos is pain, chaos is poignant, chaos is yearning and chaos is hurt but it's too loud.....too loud for the crowd to listen to the whimpers rolled under it.

The story is basically the aftermath of the unfortunate blame game that transpired due to accidental printing of MishBir's photo on the magazine cover.

"Call me daddy" he smirked "Huh?" "Call me daddy, baby girl" he said Baby girl? Daddy? What's all these new terms? There is no way I'm calling him daddy. That's inappropriate. "No that's inappropriate" I replied "But you like inappropriate stuffs don't ya?" he whispered in a dark tone sending shivers down my body.