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Hi to all the amazing reading lovers out there! What I am publishing here(for the first time ever on Wattpad) is not your average teen fiction, romance, action, mystery/thriller, humorous, or vampire novel! These are a collection of vignettes, which in any novel, screenplay, sketch stories, and poetry, are short impressionistic scenes that focus on ONLY ONE MOMENT OR CHARACTER as well as give sharp impressions about that character, an idea, setting, and/or object. This novel describes the story of the main character, a 15-year old pure Hindu girl named Sahnavi growing up in Boston, Massachusetts, and the scenes taking place in each chapter all resemble a significant, deep meaning in her life. More chapters coming soon, and I am new at this, so please keep an open mind, and if you have any feedback or advice to give, feel free to do so! Enjoy:)
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DAKSHIKA
"Sshhhhh....." he hushed and pinned us against the wall leaving no space between us. I held onto his biceps with my hand in reflex. He shook his head lightly signalling me not to scream. But did not remove his palm, awaiting confirmation I guessed. I nodded a little locking eyes with him fearfully. I witnessed a glimmer in his eyes and he removed his palm from my mouth slowly. I mustered up a little strength and asked nervously. "Kon hai aap aur yahan kya kar rhe hain," His eyes softened, looking deep into my eyes as if he could see through them as if he owned them. A strong wind surfaced, pulling away the fabric and revealing his face. It was him. My heartbeats raced wildly. He flickered his gaze to my lips for a few seconds, licked his lower lip a little with an unreadable emotion and peered back deeply into my eyes, delving into my soul. He replied in the raw, masculine and resonating voice I had heard months before. "Daksh naam hai hamara. Vivaah karne aaye hai aapse," *** I could not believe my eyes that he was standing right in front of me. The day I walked away from him, with a swarm of butterflies in the depths of my guts and belly, I never considered the possibility of crossing our paths again. I never thought we would get another chance in this life. Was it a wise decision of me to run away back then like that? The moments we shared back then flashed back into my memory. I started wondering if this was a coincidence or if he purposely located me. *** This is the love story of Daksh Pratap Rathore and Radhika Maan Singh. Storyline occurs in early years of 21st century(2001). A love saga bridging the gap between a city-born man and a village-raised girl. They are soulmates longing for love and solace from each other in different parameters. Let us dive into their journey of togetherness, and internal conflicts and see if and how they find solace with each other. First 2 chapters can be descriptive but I'm sure you'll like the story further.Abgeschlossene Geschichte
They never met...
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What is between us?
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Lakshman Rekha (When The Lines Got Blurry)
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It's not love...but hatred
Sequal of Be mine or make me yours You will never be able to make me yours-- Dhariya cried at the top of his lungs. . . Then what is the meaning of this vermillion and this nuptial chain? this red vermillion and red Jora (indicating at her dress) -- Gehna also cried at him. he smirked and laughed sarcastically but it's not looking like he is really enjoying it at all, in his smile, there is a little pain also showing. "Every time it's not necessary that red colour will symbolize love and relationship"-- he said very lowly. she looked at him with her puzzled face and he continued-- "don't you know that red colour is also symbolized the sign of danger?" She looked at him with her tearful eyes cause she didn't know that behind this handsome face there is a monster hiding. Now don't show your face and get lost from my side-- he said threateningly. you have to see my face in the whole life of yours, you will not be able to do anything-- Gehna also said while collecting some courage. you...- he said and all of sudden grabbed her neck. you are only my hatred, and you will remain like this in my whole life, my heart only belongs to one person, never tried to enter in my life or you don't know what I'll do -- he said and going from there when from behind she grabbed his hand and said-- I'm your "Ardhangini" (better half) and you have to give me place in your life... stop this bullshit... and leave my hand-- he said and pushed her with his full force. she hit her head at the edge of the table and cried in pain but he didn't look at her just for once and left from there. warning ⚠️ don't copy my work, or published it somewhere in the form of photos or the consequences will be very bad for you. so my readers are you interested for this book? please support my readers like you do all the time. thank you 😊☺️
Last voice I heard was "His", a desperate deep voice filled with so much pain that it can shook you to the core, I heard my name like it was the last plea before someone lost their last hope but, what surprised me more is that it was coming from Vyom, last person on this planet who cares for my well being" "But I heard it myself I can't be wrong or maybe I was wrong because~ "He is gone" This story has every trope you love: Office romance Enemies to lovers Rom com slow burn
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