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Shreyas Iyer is India's ultimate cricket heartthrob, known for his fiery batting on the pitch and his effortless, high-fashion charm off it. Accustomed to a world of endless attention where everyone bows to his stardom, he gets the shock of his life when he meets a girl who remains completely unfazed by his superstar status. 😎🔥 Jasmeet Kaur is an absolute supermodel queen, ruling the premium fashion runways with her breathtaking beauty and fierce independence. As a casual cricket fan who views players simply as hard-working athletes, she treats him like a regular human being and gives him zero special 'bhav', unknowingly driving the charming batsman completely crazy. 📸👑 Author's Disclaimer 📢⚠️ This story is a work of pure fiction and a product of the author's imagination. It is written solely for entertainment purposes and does not intend to hurt, defame, or disrespect any real-life individuals, cricketers, or organizations. The personalities, dialogues, and actions of the public figures mentioned in this book are completely fictional and have no impact on or connection to their real lives. 🕊️✍️ Thank you so much for choosing to read my story! If you enjoy the chaotic dressing room banter, the elite fashion vibes, and Shreyas's dramatic journey, please remember to vote, comment your thoughts, and follow this page for regular updates! Happy reading! 💖📖🌟

[Jungkook version] Aarika Patel has always been in the background, a clumsy, overworked production assistant with a sharp mind and a quieter kind of charm, finding her life mundane and ordinary until the day her silver-rimmed glasses crack on a Calvin Klein set, awakening her hidden curse. Behind her quiet smile and oceangreen irises lies a power that makes people fall in love... dangerously. She's spent years hiding the legacy her mom left her, until one glance from the enigmatic Jungkook...superstar...world idol and secret heir to an ancient bloodline-changes everything. When their eyes accidentally meet, the atmosphere thickens with mist, and something ancient begins to stir. Love wasn't meant to be their first choice. It was their calling. Ranking #2 in allure 26/11/25 Cover credit: @jeonvrn 🌊 Themes 🌊 roмanтιc ғanтaѕy ѕυpernaтυral new adυlт

A short story I wrote for LA class. No need for a synopsis because it's as short as it is good (it's really short). But maybe. I dunno. Enjoy!

Another short story I entered, this one had actually won its snug place in the local paper :)

With a ferocity I have never seen before Jared turns to me, placing his palms against my cheeks and crushing his lips against mine. And it feels like...finally. Finally. My hands rest on his bare back, careful to avoid his wound and I feel Jared melt into me. Almost like his body was made for mine.

Liza works at the office with her partner Jake, at least, that is what she tells everyone. Until now. Everything's different. This case is unusual. Why?

Katerina and her girlfriend November are living happy teenage lives. They are in their last year of school before university and everything is going just how they planned. However, it all changes when Katerina's parents call her in for a conversation, a conversation that changes November and Katerina's lives forever. This conversation leads Katerina to make a decision that sends her into a life of spies, assassins and guns. Not only does this decision mean she will never see November or her parents again, but it also means that any sense of normality in her life is gone... forever.

'You'd like to think you are sure of yourself. You know who you are, what you like, your interests and your dislikes. Your identity is more than just what it says it is. It's your token to life and acceptance in some cases. And then that's taken away from you too." When Hannah is abducted one day walking home from school her whole life changes. Everything she once knew disappeared and she lives a lie for people who can easily dispose of her if they wanted to. An unusual interest takes over though and her tangled web of lies starts to fade and become a mess. She says she doesn't have a choice. Do any of us have a choice?

Yeah, so. I decided to write a poem. Then I wrote more. And more. And I decided I quite liked the feel of writing any sick, twisted rhyme I wanted. So, here they are.