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Eshaanvi is the youngest of the two sisters of KL Rahul. Being the youngest, she's not only the most adored and protected member of the family but surprisingly the most obedient and matured one. Even though she has never taken time off her studies to take interest in cricket, she loved her brother play. But, what happens when the 21 years old and her family gets to see the name of Rahul in all the news bulletins for the last three days for the very wrong reasons."Not his fault. You can't keep a clean reputation hanging out with messy people.." agitated from inside, Esh left the living room trial with the bold statement. Hardik Pandya, the bad boy of Indian cricket team and Rahul's best friend never left a good impression on Esha for some obvious reasons.What happens when her clean and innocent world gets engulfed with the 'devil-may-care' world of Hardik in someway or the other? How will her 'prejudice' against him end up?…

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I held my father's hands tight as HE dropped the blood bathed dagger near the man he just stabbed. The man exhaled the last air off his mouth, flying the dust away.I looked around with a dry throat. The armed Security Guards of the complex stood frozen at 20 ft from the scene of crime. Blood washed off the street as nearly 70 people watched around in silence. 'Pick him up for a decent funeral, Johnny. There isn't anyone to cry for him.' the deep voice ordered the goons around him. I still cannot believe what I saw. A man stabbing the other! A murder! My head spun and I lost all my balance.'Naina!' my father held me straight, guessing the mental state and earning a lot of attention, including HIS.HIS deep dark eyes moved to my direction, directly meeting my fearful ones. Despite the distance of more than 20 feet, I felt myself sink.Rudraksh Rathod, once believed to be the glory of Saratganj and now the nightmare of the whole territory. My first love. or let's just say...the man who gave me the first sense of a fierce infatuation. My father lifted his hand to shield me, urging me to step back.To our consolation, Rudra looked away snickering. 'Let's go.' he signalled his mates who carried the lifeless body in the jeep.Slowly, they left. I steadied myself like all others.'Naina, let's go.' My father held my wrist, making me realize that people had started moving from their places.I nodded doing the same.Guess the man couldn't recognize me... not then...not now.…

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A Shreyas Iyer Fanfiction "A deep-rooted, obscured emotion brought out through excellent story-telling."Anshika read another review of her new book. She smiled closing her phone.Obscured emotions! Was she actually able to let them out through the characters of her book? No. Not at all. Rather, she believes in the ultimate burial of the things that are shrouded in obscurity. But, her well-built rational shell cracks the moment she watches him on the TV screen. With a strange restlessness and pacing of heart, she looks away, not trying to recall her miserable college days and most of all, her biggest bully Shreyas Iyer! Does he even remember that naive and plump kid he scapegoated to become the coolest dude in the campus? And the girl who he unknowing duped to her strongest self! Probably, he has forgotten. Anshika wanted to forget too. But, little did one know that the pain of obscured emotions are too heavy to bear at times...…

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23 years old Kavya Dixit has been leading a pretentious life of a light-hearted, happy-go-lucky, bubbly girl all her life. Despite dealing with toxicities, she smiled and dreamt knowing there will be 'one fine day'..that'll change things forever.But, when the day finally comes, it leads her thrill-filled world to a moment of standstill. ~~~~ 'The kit tested positive!' the doctor sighed handing the report to Kavya's mother. 'But, beware! the media houses are stalking each of our movements like bloody hyenas. We cannot let this out by any means.'Mrs. Dixit ran her teary eyes through the report. Frozen, she sat on the chair beside the bed on her daughter. She held those soft hands scarred with marks and kissed them, bursting into tears.With closed eyes, Kavya recalls the first day she met Eshaanvi and conseqently ended up on the despiteful side of her brother, the 28 years wicket-keeper batsman KL Rahul. But, how could she 'overlook' the dark clouds of the big storm that shattered her life forever?!⚠️ Strong Language, Reference to forced sexual assaultDisclaimer: This is a work of fiction based on imaginary incidents. The author does not own any of the characters in this story. Entertainment is the sole purpose of this story.…

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Hey friends! I'm starting this new book about one-shots (or may be two) and imagines on your favorite wwe and aew superstars. The stories would be descriptive, romantic, emotional with lot of fluffs and (at times) smuts.So, go to the first chapter. Drop your name and the name of the superstar you want to be paired with.…

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Sweet and innocent Selene Jones has been an unwanted member in her Uncle's family since she was four. A brilliant student of Science, Selene had to leave her dreams midway after being bullied by her Chemistry teacher in the best educational institute of the Fabian Islands. Finally, it was her excellence in handicrafts that added joy to her life and brought her closer to Ron, the grandson of the royal scion of Britola. But, little did she knew about the fortuity approaching her life and getting her life connected with the prince of Britola, Ilios Arden.…

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'...No.' I spelled again through my gritted teeth, looking straight into his cold glare.He scoffed nonchalantly. 'You're sure, you know the repercussion of your present words on your future in this industry?' he asked leaning back on the couch, his elbows resting firmly on the comfy arms of the million dollar couch.'I do, Sir. And I stand on my words knowing very well what you have done to many before me with the deleterious powers you hold in the industry.' I fumed in disgust recalling everything I ever heard about this man. I looked away.He didn't speak. Neither did I but I knew his eyes were now piercing beautiful my soul.'And, what do you think am I going to do to you, Miss Maitro?' the intoxicated air I breathed told me he had just taken a puff of cigarette and straightened himself up to hear from me. His voice was cold and husky and I already know what I might have pulled on myself already I cannot deny my fear, neither my disgust. But, I looked at him calmly, eyes on his eyes. 'Absolutely nothing.' I said, letting a hopeful smirk shine at the corner of my lips.I stood up firmly. He looked up, running his fingers through his hair, his turquoise bracelet hanging past his wrist.'Bye Mr. Khan. I hope never to see you again.' I spoke softly, holding my anger and turned to make my way to the massive wooden exit door.'And I really hope your hope gives your side, you know.' his sarcastic taunt reached my ears.I didn't budge & got to the big door, guarded by a big strong man. I looked at him insisting to open the door, but the man looked past me to his boss.'Open the door for her, Reevs. She needs to find her way.' I heard him speak, not wanting to ponder over his enshrouded character. ~~~~Hello friends! This is a story I'm writing on the request of my bestie Rohini on her birthday. It has a unique concept and centres around the character of Mayurakshi Maitra, an aspiring filmmaker from Kolkata, who comes to Mumbai with big dreams.…