Out of habit, I burst out laughing, and the water from my mouth drenches someone's shirt in front of me, who seemed to appear from nowhere.
I look up to see the familiar pair of handsome eyes, only that now it is rageful.
"I'm sorry, really...." I begin to stutter, but even before I could finish my sentence, he grabs the bottle from my hand and empties it down, straight on my head, and throws it away.
His lips twitch into an evil, satisfied smirk.
Out of my reflex, but with determination, I push him back. He trips and loses his balance, just to get his upper body drenched by the water pouring out of the fountain.
Yay! I have managed to wash the evil smirk on his face...
He is now soaking wet and his wet hair glistens glamorously.
I feel water dripping down my face as well. I take a step back, "I said I'm sorry." I utter, my voice filled with determination.
I am not one of those cliché teenage girls, who simply stands embarrassed when someone humiliates them.
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Athisya, a 15 turning 16-year-old funny, rebellious yet sweet girl belongs to an orthodox Tamil family living in Chennai.
The story focuses on this girl who has some health issues yet manages to pass out of her high school in flying colors with the help of her family and friends.
On her way, she meets Mugilan, a handsome, haughty yet caring guy. Things begin to change when fate ties together their lives and little does Athisya expect it.
Join Athisya in her journey through hatred, love, trauma, struggle, tears, and faith.
P.S: This story brings out Tamil culture. But anyone can read this as I've made it apt for readers of all platforms.
Also, this story doesn't have a sequential storyline but is a book describing the journey of the protagonist Athisya.
Highest rankings:
#3 in Chennai
#15 in Tamil
#15 in ambition
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Hello guys! Since this is going to be my first ever story, I'm prone to make a few mistakes. But I'm trying to give my best. So give it a try.
The phone is ringing.
But Tanvi was too scared to answer the call. She was not ready to talk to him or even hear his voice. She wanted to run away from the present, but she couldn't evade her present.
She hadn't talked to him for the past week, and he had called her a number of times. That day itself, he called 5 times. So, finally, with trembling hands, she answered the phone to tell him the truth.
"Hello," he said as soon as Tanvi answered the call.
Tanvi voice was shaking she didn't know what to say. But she mustered her courage somehow and said, " Please don't contact me again. I know I have played with your feelings without knowing who you actually are. I know I have committed a terrible mistake, or I guess, a sin by doing this, but now I want to end this for once and for all. I don't think you can understand me and forgive me, but the only explanation I say to you is that I am really sorry."
He remained silent all this while and did not utter a word. He came to realize that nothing more was left for him to talk. He disconnected the call as soon as she finished her monologue.
Tanvi, a +1 student, decided to attract her crush indirectly gets his phone number and starts talking to him anonymously. Initially, she got rejected, but later, earns his trust and friendship. Slowly their friendship reached another level through their sweet phone calls.
Then, the real truth came out. He was not the crush whom Tanvi imagines him to be.
So what would Tanvi do?
Would she ever meet the person with whom she developed such a relationship?
Would that person ever want to meet Tanvi after knowing that she played with his feelings, knowingly or unknowingly?
Could they be together?
Let's see what fate has to do with both of them.
A simple love story with its own twists and turns.
This is my 1st story. Hope you will give it a chance, and I'll make sure you won't get too bored.