๐๐ฏ ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ช๐ค๐ฉ, ๐๐ท๐ข๐ฏ๐ช ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ค๐ฐ๐ถ๐ฏ๐ต๐ฆ๐ณ๐ด ๐ข '๐ง๐ข๐ฎ๐ช๐ญ๐ช๐ข๐ณ' ๐ด๐ต๐ณ๐ข๐ฏ๐จ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ฐ ๐ฐ๐ง๐ง๐ฆ๐ณ๐ด ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ญ๐ฑ ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ฅ๐ช๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐จ๐ฆ๐ต๐ต๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ข ๐ณ๐ช๐ฅ๐ฆ ๐ฃ๐ข๐ค๐ฌ ๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฆ.โฆ
To Shalaka Joshi, Vivaan Kulkarni has been the imperfectly perfect best-friend who's always been there for her and with her no matter what happens, whether she's jumping into a sea of abyss, or whether she's soaring high in the sky.He'd be there to comfort her if she got her heartbroken, to break the guy's bones who had the audacity to break his best-friend's heart, to take her out on midnight rides whenever he knows she's low, to buy her every book she expresses her desire to read, to get ice-creams and chocolates for her during her periods, almost boyfriend material.Almost.To Vivaan Kulkarni, Shalaka Joshi has been a quiet kid who turned into his best-friend after his extrovert self couldn't help but befriend the day she moved in next door.Simply sitting with her, sharing a tranquil hush has been more comforting for him than the amount of words and sentences any other friend would offer him.He simply had to knock her door when he felt low, and there she'd be, sitting right next to him, comforting him through bear hugs or little to no words at all.Their friendship was almost perfect, till her heart and mind refused to coordinate to keep it the same way, crossing the boundaries of friendship.And she had to step back.Because Vivaan Kulkarni, was never falling for her in an entire eternity.Was he?โฆ
Avyaan Malhotra had everything in life, a successful career as a cricketer, fans who loved him, the least amount of critics, a supporting team, a great best-friend, an excellent mentor who always pushed him to strive for success, and a family who loved and supported him. But there was something he didn't, or rather someone he didn't, and someone he lost. And it was all his fault.For he let anger and stupidity get the best of him, and now he didn't have the person he loved with him.His mentor's daughter, Siya Desai.So when he hurts her, she's long gone from his life before he realises it.And when she returns, seven years later, prettier, bolder, and nothing like the old Siya he knew, he has to win her back before someone else has her and he sits helpless and heartbroken. Keeping rumours and speculation about his personal life at bay, he must have her, no matter what.But throw in a brutal breakup, and, two past lovers with their hearts broken. Where one refuses to retreat, and one is torn amidst giving in, and holding on, tired of always letting people trample over her, break her and walk away and making her feel she's worthy of being treated so bad.But not this once. And not again.For Avyaan is willing to lose himself, in order to get her back and treat her right and treat her perfect, and probably, that's what Siya really needs. But would that really earn him a chance?Or would they go back to being the strangers that his actions and words made them?โฆ
When Samrat Harishchand has a dream that visualised him losing his kingdom, the only way to save it, the astrologer tells him, is his most precious person, and the most valuable possession of his, his only daughter, Princess Vallari. Refusing to tell him anything beyond that, the astrologer demands to meet the Princess who's been out of sight for years. And now, the Emperor is left with no choice but to summon his daughter back to the palace. Princess Vallari, the only daughter of the Emperor of Kosala, has mostly spent an anonymous life, travelling constantly, if she'd be a physician today, she'd be an astrologer tomorrow, yet, her disguises such, no one could tell it was her. All she'd have as companions, would be her horse, and her childhood friend and her maid, who were willing to leave the palace behind to be with her, to accompany their Princess as long as they could. But as a growing, educated woman, of marriageable age and with a pretty face, life hasn't been exactly easy on her, yet, for her, it's been far better than living in the palace behind closed walls.However, when she's summoned back to the palace by her father, all because of a mere dream, Vallari knows she has no room to refuse.So when Vallari travels back to Kosala, after years, she realises a lot has changed.And what has changed the most, are the politics, and the amount of rivals.Kosala is collapsing, and the only way to save it, the royal astrologer tells her, is an alliance with the powerful rival region, the insufferable Prince of Avanti, Prince Kushagra.And that's the last thing Vallari would do, even if the other option is death.And now, tied in an unwanted alliance, with her freedom gone, confined behind the walls of the palace, she would do anything to change her father's mind.But when her hidden identities are on stake with the Prince's threats, she's compelled to give in and now all she has in platter, is a forced alliance with someone she vehemently detests.โฆ
Aranya Mathur, sole heiress to Ari Corporations and JSM Enterprises is like a wilting flower, yet she has her own beauty, she can attract any onlooker and leave them staring at her wide-eyed and dreamy-eyed, with a yearning to acquire her and save her from wilting. However, she's a thorny flower, the farther you stay, the better for you, for the closer you get, she'll draw your blood, the only times those horns hide are when she's around the ones she doesn't intend to hurt, the ones she loves. Gnawed with hurt and revenge, she's determined to uncover secrets of the past. But with alertness, for the enemy who intends to see her gone and dead, lies close and in wait of a chance to get rid of her.Agastya Singh Shekhawat, the crown prince of Jodhpur, CEO of Veera Enterprises and Shekhawat Enterprises, a renowned psychology professor is like a double-edged sword, no matter how you hold it, you bleed, it makes you bleed. Hiding his bloodied hands, a broken soul, and a broken past, the twenty-five year old buried himself in work and responsibilities, leaving behind his dreams. So the only way his grandparents decide to drag him out of this wallowing in misery is the typical Indian or Asian thing a guardian would do, no, not finding him a therapist or psychiatrist but rather setting him up with prospective partners. But none of them have managed to attract him till date.So when he's forced to go for yet another date, one that his grandparents have been bugging him about for quite a while now, he hesitantly gives in, aware that he owes her a thank you or probably more given the fact how she helped him unknowingly in the past. And that's all he has in mind when he goes for the date. Things however, take an interesting turn when Aranya's attempt to ruin the date gets thwarted and Agastya's determined to have her by his side as his partner, even if it's fake. So begins a relationship built on a piece of paper and two signatures, and all that is left to be there, is love.โฆ
Abandoned at birth, Shivanya Rawat was taken in by a childless couple with a chaotic family, completely unaware of her true identity.They raise her as their own, giving her a name and an identity.Her life, growing up, is perfectly fine until she turns eighteen and finds a Royal family from Udaipur in her living room instead of a birthday surprise, revealing her true identity of a Royal and a Princess and meaning to take her along and take her away from the ones who raised and loved her, to the place she comes from, to the place she actually belongs,And her life takes a turn of events, with bitter feelings, new faces and new relationships, and most of all, a new identity which she wasn't prepared for.Torn between the life she had always known and the destiny that awaits her in Udaipur, Shivanya struggles with her newfound identity, the trials and the challenges that she must endure and overcome as a Princess.And with the family, her true identity, and the palace, come a series of mysteries yet to be unveiled, lingering around Shivanya.Would she actually be true to her identity, would she be able to make herself a part of the family that actually is hers?Or like always, would she be the outcast and the unaccepted one?โฆ
Penning down my half-baked half burnt stories as one shotsโฆ