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rishab studying in oswal having a crush over his classmate thamanna who is beauty with brain of course . but being a shy and reserved type he couldn't gather much courage to talk with her more . he surely gotta talk with her for couple or more times but none of it extended than 2 minutes. Atlast he decided to have a proper friendly conversation with her. seeing her in corner hearing to her music in earphones , he neared her to gain her attention. when he asked what she was listening to, everyone except her turned to his side making him more nervous. but thamanna still sat there unaffected. (read inside to know what happens after ) Cover pic credit goes to Google where I downloaded it...

What would he do? Kill innocents... Or let the terrorists live? How can I kill seven children? You're not. You're killing two terrorists who are plotting their next slaughter of innocent civilians. Al-Fadhli's killing his children by hiding behind them. True, but that's semantics. It's my choice. They live or they die based on my choice. How do I meet my Maker one day and justify their deaths? It's not semantics. If you pass on this, you're rewarding them for their cowardly tactics. But that doesn't matter. Seven innocent children are what matters. Is that what the United States stands for? But why are those high-value terrorists meeting in person? That's never happened before. They must be planning something big. Something that will result in the deaths of more than seven children. Stop this now, you might stop an attack. A net saving of lives. I open my eyes. I take a deep breath, waiting for the drumming of my heart to slow. It doesn't. It speeds up. I know the answer.

My entry to #WishICouldTellYou contest.

This is my entry for #DigitalAMAwithRheea for "The Body Myth" contest. Excerpt: * The woman was sitting on a park bench in West Point Gardens,where I came every sunday for a five- kilometer walk. She couldn't see me but I had to stop midstride to stare at her. I looked at her for three reasons. 1. Her face was twisted in contemplation; 2. She was wearing a beige kurta with a transparent golden dupatta; and 3. She was fucking gorgeous. I'm a woman who takes great pleasure in noticing other woman, in raw appreciation for our sex, but also as a comparative study. I could not,however take the time to asses her beauty. She was up to something strange. Her head darted behind and to the side. I was sure she was checking if anyone was looking at her. She was at the centre of a vast bamboo garden. No one else was in the garden. I was at the corner, out of her view. She looked back to the center, her facial muscles tweaked with confidence. She took a few deep breaths and stared to tremble. * Continued in the next chapter. I hope y'all like it. Thank you.

contest entry for inside a dark box

An entry for the contest #DigitalAMAwithRoshan

Contest Inside

Herbert Lemon, Lost-and-Founder at the Grand Nautilus Hotel, knows that returning lost things to their rightful owners is not easy - especially when the lost thing is not a thing at all, but a girl. No one knows what happened to Violet Parma's parents twelve years ago, and when she engages Herbie to help her find them, the pair discover that their disappearance might have something to do with the legendary sea-monster, the Malamander. Eerie-on-Sea has always been a mysteriously chilling place, where strange stories seem to wash up. And it just got stranger...

*One of the winners of the contest.* This small part is written for #WishICouldTellYou writing contest.

Challenge by @penguinindia I know the answer...

Did you always wonder how it would feel to wake up in another person's body? Sounds fun, doesn't it? Well, our mystery lady wants to let you in on the truth. Finalist in the Digital AMA With Rheea contest!

Has the President gone missing in a newly formed Bermuda Triangle? What weird secret his Chief of Staff Ebby is going to find? The story is a submission entry to #ThePresidentIsMissing contest by #PenguinIndia.

An entry for the contest #DigitalAMAwith Rheea

The end of episode sixteen - 'Radcliffe' didn't really provide the closure that we had wished for. Most of us have the view that it is over for Sartaj Singh and Mumbai. I beg to differ. So, all I ask you is one thing - 'Bhagwan ko mante ho?'

#WishICouldTellYou After reading an excerpt from 'Wish I could tell you' by Durjoy Datta, this is what I think happens next in the story... This is a contest entry and I hope you guys will enjoy reading it. •Happy to announce this short story could make it's way to being one of the finalist.

Mother daughter relationships have now lost the essence that it used to have back in the days. One of the reason behind it is the growing influence and impact of social media on lives of today's teenagers. But the only way to relive it could be spending the hole day devoted to our hardworking mothers who do not even ask for salary, for the work they do for us. So, here is a heart touching story you should read, about a duo of mother daughter who might give you a inspiration to spend a day with your other half.

Contest Entry for 'The Body Myth' Challenge by Penguinindia. Excerpt : The woman was sitting on a park bench in West Point Gardens, where I came every Sunday for a five-kilometer walk. She couldn't see me, but I had stopped mid-stride to stare at her. I looked at her for three reasons: (1) her face was twisted in contemplation; (2) she was wearing a beige kurta with a transparent golden dupatta; and (3) she was fucking gorgeous. I am a woman who takes great pleasure in noticing other women, in raw appreciation for our sex, but also as a comparative study. I could not, however, take the time to assess her beauty. She was onto something strange. Her head darted behind and to the side; I was sure she was checking to see if anyone was looking at her. She was in the center of a vast bamboo garden. No one else was around. I was in the corner, out of her view. She looked back to the center, her facial muscles tweaked with confidence. She took a few deep breaths and started to tremble.

The more she tremble, the more mysterious she looks... She is one perfect girl with all features... An apple shaped eyes with green shinning natural eyeballs... Shiny black hair adoring her shoulders.. perfect curves in needed place... Picturized jaw line which adds more sexy look to her face... She is damn one gorgeous piece ... God knows since when I was drooling over her... ####### Peep inside to know about that killing beauty... Story for writing contest ...