Author: dope65

Day one— Dear diary, Why in the hell am I stuck with him? I have already had had enough of my problems and the least of them is giving me most of it. How many times should I beg for his pardon, and believe me I have did it a dozen times already, yes it was stupid of me to bully him, but God! I didn’t have choice, and who told him to be all naïve and shit. Anyways, I had another squabble with my mother on the phone today. She doesn’t even comply anything that I do. And how…

Hey guys, how are you all? I know, I have yet to update Surreal Perfection one shot last part, but I don’t know, if I am gonna post it, cause one—I have lost that document and I am not sure I will find it anytime soon and two, I have a writer’s block… so please don’t expect me to post that, anyways I am here with the new one and I will never ever do parts, I will be finishing it off in one jiffy itself, so I hope you enjoy….. I am thinking of doing SS(Short story) or FF(long…

HALLUCINATION Ishaana’s POV Chaos everywhere. Few people were laying dead and few were still fighting with their might. I couldn’t decipher what the hell is going here. Someone came up to me and released me from all the chains and ties and took me in their arms. I was tired and exhausted I simply leaned on them for support. Everything around me was just a blur, but amid these I saw someone. She looked like me, the only difference being red head. She was lying down wincing with the pain, then she noticed me, glaring hard at me. “C’mon Ishaana”…

KRIPI “Hi, welcome to Starbucks, your order please” the barista said in a monotone voice. Not to make her suspicious, we ordered the caramel latte chai and an espresso. She took our orders and fled the scene. “Which are the remaining places?” Rudra asked me, by the looks of it I wasn’t the only annoyed here. “We have yet to check the Nova Scotia and there’s a small town in China and….” “Enough, I know someone who may give clue to us” I raised my eyebrows at him. “He is my friend, we used to study here in New York,…

“You are almost there” cheered Professor Gustav. Currently, Twinkle was learning the strokes, the fact that she was blind and do much more, was what amazed the Professor. Although she knew of advanced painting, strokes used in Live Art was different. *** March 11, 1896 “Today, you’ll be learning the real Live Art” Professor said in a stiff voice, he was truly stunned by the basics, that Twinkle had painted these past few weeks. “You have worked hard, and you have to do much more” he said continuing seriously, he knew his student would out par him too. “Let’s begin”…

THE OTHER HALF “You ugly a**, untie me moron” I was screaming my lungs out, but they stood there exchanging smug smiles. “You cuss once more and you’ll be tied here forever honey” the Maia b*t*h said in a sick voice. How could Omkara fall for her, she is nothing but a piece of shit, but I am not going to crawl and beg for them to release me, my ego is much higher than the hook suspended here. “You aren’t going to beg, are you?” the big man grit his teeth. Instead of showing them my fear, I wanted…

SET BACK IN BRITISH REIN January 17, 1896 “Twinkle, where are you sweetie?” Mr. Taneja’s voice echoed through the hall. Twinkle’s ears perked up and her face lit up like a thousand candles. She wheeled her wheelchair in the direction of the dining room. “You didn’t have to come dear, anyways I have very important news to tell you” he beamed. Mr. Taneja was tradesman, living off in the Richmond town in Kolkata. He even excelled in art and painting, considering he inherited from his ancestors. He was a great influence to the British. His art was praised amongst, since…

KIDNAP “Where y’all are going?” asked perplexed Ishaana. It was 8 in the morning, Khushi and Ishaana were having breakfast. “To California, we have some important work to do” rushed Ishita. Everyone except for Ishaana, Raman and I were going. Raman was joining them next day, and I was bound to stay here to look upon Ishaana as well as finish our business here, college wasn’t that important for me. “Who’ll stay with me then?” she glanced at Khushi hopefully. “Ruhi, Khushi and I are going now, later Raman will join” stated Ishita, totally ignoring her question, while Khushi made…

JHUMKA Om’s POV “Will she be alright?” asked Gurmeet, I nodded my head. “She will be don’t worry” I assured him. “Why can’t we visit her?” Raj let out whining. “She requested me to not—simply because she don’t want you all to miss out here, but she said she would return as soon as possible”. I had already fabricated the story saying that Ishaana was severely injured and had returned back home. “Has she reached safely?” Ramya said. “Don’t worry guys, I have seen to it that she is safe, c’mon she will call you guys in few days after…