Author: Angel B

I realized I never included Kabbu in any of my works. So, this one is just for fun.. 😂 Mujhe likhte-likhte hasi aa rhi thi. 😂😂 It starts from the scene where Vansh tells Riddhima that he has caught her partner and tells her to come in that godown. ~♥~ “Fear not, Kabir. Tumhari Riddhu aa rhi hai tumhe bachane.”, she reached the place and stood at the door. Vansh smirked at her worried expression while she was continuously fidgeting her hands and sweating profusely. “Riddhima. Riddhima. Riddhima. Dekho tumhare liya kya surprise hai. Tumhara pyara-sa aashiq.”, saying this he…

Khwab vo dekho, jo poore kar sako… Ye sunne mein bura to lagta hai, par sirf jab tak manzil tak pahunch na jao… Uske baad, sirf ek mazaak ban kar reh jata hai, jise yaad krke hasi aati hai. (Ok. This is my betuki bakwaas. Don’t mind it, please.) Mai vekhiya si khaab ek, Vichchon main ohda hath fadeya, Mai kehya si ‘mai karda haan tohnu pyaar’, Par oh ikraar khaab hi reh gya. 🙂💔 (I saw a dream, in which I held her hand and said ‘I love you’. But that confession remained therein, just in my dreams…) This…

This one starts from the Makar Sankrati track. ~♥~ “Huh! Tumhe darr hai ki tum haar jaogi, aur phir tumhe yahaan se jaana padega, isiliye tum challenge accept nhi kar rhi ho.”, Ahaana tried to irk her. “Main haar se nhi darrti. Aur baat yahaan se jaane ki hai, to vo to hum bhi dekhenge, kaun yahaan rehta hai, aur kaun jaata hai.” “Yahaan koi competition nhi hoga.”, Vansh commanded. “Par Vansh…”, Ahaana tried to protest but his one glare was enough to shut her up. “Kyu Mr. Raisinghania? Main raazi hoon, Ahaana bhi raazi hai, to aapko kya problem…

The mob hooted, while dancing on the beats. There were people of all ages, be it teenagers who had escaped home late at night, immatures celebrating dumping their ex, elderly people enjoying their time with long-lost friends or heartbroken lovers explaining how awful a break-up is. But, amidst the chaos, there was a pair of eyes, desperately searching for something… or… someone. Finally, the person’s gaze stopped at a man,.towards whom he advanced his steps and dragged him to a corner. “Hey!”, the man screamed, but his pleas were put to deaf ears and the hoodied man instead pointed a…

“I loved you truly, Riddhima. But you broke my trust…and my heart, too.”, he smiled weakly. “Tch! Tch! Tch! Mr. Raisinghania. But…I never loved you. Heartless people can never be loved, and you are one of those.”, she snapped at him and went away. “Mr. Vansh Raisinghania, you are under arrest.”, his lips curved up in victorious smirk. Kabir dragged him into the police van, but he didn’t protest. The betrayal of his beloved had left him broken… ~♥~ “Dollar biwi, tum jab gussa hoti ho na. To, by god, aur hot lagti ho…” “Zaroorat se zyada mat bolo, Vihaan.…