Slumdog Stories

No one could have prepared me for this... Travelling through India, I followed my missionary team into a dangerous brothel. We were reaching out to the prostitutes when a girl ran up to me, begging me to rescue her... Lord, what do I do?

"Salim Malik, I hate you. For everything you've done to me, everything you've done to my life!" The girl shouted in their native language. The extra noise in the construction site no longer being able to drown out the pain and anger in her shaking voice. She didn't try to hide the tears that streamed down her brown cheeks. She took a few steps forward to look up into his brown eyes, the eyes of a boy she once knew; now a man. The younger man that stood beside the woman reached out to grab hold of her hand left hand. Giving her hand a gentle tug, moving her away from his brother and to his side. He felt that if he didn't step in now than someone would get hurt, whether it was emotionally or physically. "You don't hate me. Stop telling yourself that," A calm yet stern tone escaped the taller man's lips along with a ghost of a frown. "You could never hate me. Even after everything I've done, you can't hate me. Just as I could never hate you. You could take away my money, take away my livelihood, or even take away my life and I still would never find myself hating you, my love. My whole life I've never believed in clichés like destiny or fate but after all these years...right now here you are standing in front of me. I now realize that I'm standing face-to-face with my destiny. You are my destiny, Anika Patel." If Anika Patel's life could be summed up in one word, that word would be 'uncertain'. Her life has been filled with only uncertainties and losses, ever since she was a child. She's had no control over her own life since her home was burnt to the ground, Anika had never felt truly happy or safe since then. No one would blame her if she gave up hope, thankfully she never did. -------------- Disclaimer: I do not own Slumdog Millionaire or the characters/plot in the movie. I do however own Anika Patel and some of the plot in this fanfiction. (pleases be patient with updates, I'm doing the best I can.)

Slumdog millionaire pretend that Salim didn't die and went abroad and married Natalie.

Without words, so as not to hurt. To know nothing of you. Without words, so as not to hear your voice, and later have to miss it.

Seema Rawat, child pickpocket-turned-cyberspy, is in trouble. First, Adhith Verma, the target of her covert investigation, concludes she's in love with him and tells his father, India's finance minister, he wants to marry her. Then, Adhith's best friend, Vikram Joshi, returns from California. Vikram is a cybersecurity prodigy, but with his talent for saying the wrong thing at the wrong time, no sane woman would give him the time of day. Except for Seema, whose hormones break into a Bollywood group dance at the sight of his pecs and abs. And how can Seema forget her auntie, who's determined to save her virtue from both men? Monsoon in Mumbai is proving dangerous to Seema's heart.