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.
"Hi Riya how are you feeling?" Kanvika asked a small 9-year-old patient who was lying on the bed suffering from emphysema (a chronic disorder related to the lungs)
I'm fine Dr didi and meet my big brother, she said pointing her hand towards the other side of the bed.
Without looking first, she continued to say, "Hi this is kanvi..." her voice fading away as soon as she saw the person standing in the opposite direction.
The other person, now taking the lead continued,
"Hello this is Abhimanyu Agnihotri", forwarded his hand, and he was shocked to see her wearing a nuptial chain ( related to the wedding ).
"Hi this is kanvika Baner.." she stopped again and proceeded to say,
"Sorry I'm Kanvika Agnihotri " forwarded her hand too, shaking his hand.
He was more shocked to hear her saying his surname instead of her name.
He didn't even see her face on the day of their wedding.
The very next day of their marriage, he had to travel to london for his company emergency meeting and issues.
So he never got a chance to see his own wife's face. After 3 months he came back to India as his Grandmother was budging him to take care of his wife and take up his responsibilities. He did not know that he got married to his LOVE and even she didn't know that the person she was searching for is none other than her own husband.
People might think this is a mistake forgetting the fact that this is just a Chance given by the destiny.
When destiny decides to bring them together, it will.
Destiny never break it's own promise. It will bring them back together even without their own acknowledgment
Now, how will he convince her? For not being and not caring for past 3 months.
Will he ask for forgiveness?
Will She forgive him?
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She used to live in his memories, He used to live in her words.
Neither her heart forgot him nor he left her back.
Let's see the journey of two Yearning Hearts.