Divyansh Adha

This collection is a series of poetic entries—reflections, musings, and wonders—penned from the edges of ordinary moments.
          
          This is my entries for Poet corner activity.
          I just published "1. Ten Little Moments Fleeting Fast" of my story "Sidelines of Life". https://www.wattpad.com/1530439565?utm_source=android&utm_medium=profile&utm_content=share_published&wp_page=create_on_publish&wp_uname=Divyansh16

The café was alive with the gentle murmur of conversations and the occasional clinking of cups. Outside, a soft drizzle kissed the windows, allowing a cool breeze to seep in. I sat quietly, my fingers wrapped around a cup of hot coffee, gazing at the young man across from me.
          
          My younger self.
          
          His sharp eyes flickered with restless energy, his posture tense as if carrying the weight of the world. A tall glass of cold coffee and a plate of Butter Dabeli sat before him, untouched. He seemed lost in thought, yet I already knew what he was about to ask.
          
          "Will I achieve my dream?" he finally asked, uncertainty laced in his voice.
          
          I took a slow sip, letting the warmth settle within me before offering a small smile.
          
          "Not in the way you expect," I replied.
          
          His brows furrowed, confusion evident. "What do you mean?"
          
          I didn't answer right away. Instead, I studied him—the boy who burned the early morning oil, wrestled with doubts, and clung to a vision greater than himself.
          
          "It means the journey will be unpredictable," I said at last. "There will be moments of doubt, times when you’ll feel like giving up. But you won’t. And one day, when you look back, you'll see that every challenge, every detour, was leading you exactly where you needed to be."
          
          He wrapped his fingers around his cold coffee, deep in thought. "And after that?"
          
          I picked up my Butter Dabeli, a knowing smile playing on my lips. "Then, you'll realize this was just the beginning."
          
          Silence stretched between us as we took a bite, the rich, buttery spice grounding us in the present. I could see him still searching for certainty, for an answer set in stone.
          
          "Do I make it?" he asked once more, softer this time.
          
          I held his gaze, my smile unwavering.
          
          "Always."

Jahanara stood by the grand jharokha of the Agra Fort, her fingers gripping the cold marble, her heart a battlefield of grief and fury. She had watched helplessly as Aurangzeb, the brother she once loved, drowned their family in blood—murdering Dara, her cherished sibling, slaughtering his innocent children, and turning their father, the mighty Shah Jahan, into a prisoner within his own empire. The air in Agra reeked of treachery, and the walls whispered stories of despair. But tonight, she would strike back—not with a sword, but with the power of silent rebellion. Shivaji, the Maratha warrior, had been caged by the same monster who had shackled her father, but Jahanara saw in him a storm waiting to be unleashed. If she could help him break free, he would become the fire that Aurangzeb could never extinguish. It was not just an act of defiance—it was her vengeance, a whisper of justice carried by the winds of fate.
          
          
          Author Note: How was the above scene? I believe Jahanara helped Shivaji escape from Agra because she saw in him a chance to weaken Aurangzeb—the brother who had destroyed her family and turned her life into a prison of grief. 
          
          Feel free to debate on this

होली की हार्दिक शुभकामनाएं भाई !

Jab kesariya pehn chaati prr
          Jangh ladee hazro se
          Naaaa mrrne ka drr na tha drr dushman ki tez talwaro se
          Garmia ke liye krne johar khud padi angaro meh
          Dhyan hua chittod ase hi veero ki hunkaro se

The Case of Unfinished Vows
          
          Blurb
          
          "Objection!" Tanya Mehra’s voice rang through the courtroom.
          
          "Overruled," Arjun Kapoor smirked. "Nice try, counselor, but this time, you're on the losing side."
          
          Once, Tanya and Arjun were the most formidable duo in Delhi’s legal world—both in the courtroom and in love. But their own marriage fell apart in a bitter divorce, leaving behind a trail of unspoken regrets. Now, years later, fate throws them together again, this time on opposing sides of a high-profile divorce case between their mutual friends, celebrated Kathak dancer Riya Malhotra and her tycoon husband, Karan Bhatia.
          
          But when, in the middle of proceedings, Riya collapses in court—poisoned—what was once a battle over alimony and assets turns into a murder trial. With Karan accused of murder, the case takes a deadly turn, and Tanya and Arjun find themselves entangled in something far more sinister.
          
          With every witness called, every piece of evidence revealed, the courtroom transforms into a battlefield of truth and deception. Somewhere between cross-examinations and buried confessions, the real killer is watching—waiting for the perfect moment to strike again. And as old wounds resurface, Tanya and Arjun must decide: is love just another case best left closed, or is there still something worth fighting for?
          
          "I wanna dance with somebody," Tanya murmured, staring at the evidence that could change everything.
          
          "You don’t just want to dance, Tanya," Arjun replied. "You want someone who won’t walk away when the music stops."
          
          A courtroom drama. A love story unfinished. A murder trial where the verdict could change everything.