Note :
*This is not a love story.*
This story is a long story having many stories hidden in it which are interconnected. So, Do Not Expect Everything To Reveal Just After Few Chapters.
Presenting :
A Mischievous Gutsy Girl ~ by Isha Rahul.
A 15 years old teenager; smart, gutsy, funny, fearless, a lot different from a normal Indian girl, bold to talk her mind out, too naughty to handle, too mature for her age but no one is aware of her true personality, not even her own family. She is an open book but no one has ever tried to read her ever since the time she came back to India after spending more than 10 years of her life in different countries all around the world all on her own. But why?
She is the youngest in her entire family, even amongst all of the family friends too with whom she has not even crossed paths with. But soon, she will.
She is going to meet broken hearts, people who lost their smiles, angry young men including her elder brother too, criminals in disguise, entangled relations, scars, pain and some changed people. Will she become a hope to them or just another scar?
Having a big family, she never faced her family or any family friends properly, will she be able to win their hearts or if she even cares to win anyone's heart?
I don't think so.
As I said she is different. Yeah! A whole lot different! Read and find out yourself. Trust me this is going to be fun to write and to read it too. ;)
*This is my original work, so don't try to copy it, you have been warned! This is all just my imagination, i.e., fiction, so, my work has no relation with any living or dead person, events or any places, if you find any similarities it must be a pure coincidence and nothing. This is just a pure work of fiction and nothing. If I hurt anyone's belief or feelings in anyway then I'm sorry from the bottom of my heart.*
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"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,"
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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.
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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.