Author: Fanficwriter

Krishna tossed and turned in her bed, before finally jerking awake. She propped herself up on her elbows and panted, recovering from the nightmare. She was looking around the room wildly, when she spotted a girl huddled in the corner, who was…herself? Krishna crept out of the bed hesitantly and edged towards the younger version of herself, who was currently holding a shard of glass in her hand, taking fast and uneven breaths. Krishna still remembered this memory; though it was hazy. She’d been only eleven years old, and that day had been her parent’s second death anniversary. Being so…

Krishna stepped out of the washroom, drying her hair with a towel. Her face lit up, remembering that it was Yuvaan’s birthday today. She hurried over to her cupboard and pulled out the yellow sari, set it on the dresser, and continued to dry her hair, thinking about the gift she’d gotten for Yuvaan the previous day. She turned around to get her makeup from the drawer, and slipped, her feet skidding on the newly-formed puddle of water behind her. Krishna felt a pair of hands steady her and glanced up, expecting to see Sayyam. Instead, she was startled when…

Krishna woke up, her eyes fluttering open. She casually observed that the curtains were drawn wide open, then she froze. ‘If the curtains were open, then how come there was a shadow on her face?’ She whipped around, the sudden movement hurting her neck, to notice there was a large German Sheppard sitting on her bed, panting heavily. She let out a small scream, sitting up and gathering the blanket in her hands, as if to shield herself from the dog. ‘What was it doing here?’ she thought desperately, scrambling out of the bed. At that moment, Sayyam, who’d been…

Hey guys, sorry for the one day hiatus, here’s the next chapter 😉 ***** Sayyam sat down on a bench nearby, a victorious smirk on his face. He wasn’t his mother’s son just for show- he never backed away from a challenge, and his name wouldn’t be Sayyam if he ever accepted defeat, especially to that ‘Girnewali’. He held up a wallet in front of his face, holding in a sinister laugh. “This’ll teach that ‘Girnewali’, how can she pay for her Sari without her wallet? Now she just has to call me for help.” With that thought, he leaned…

Yuvani tugged on Krishna’s hand once they entered the store, leading her away from the boys. “Yuvani!” Sayyam called out, “where are you both going?” ‘Girl talk,’ Yuvani mouthed, while Sayyam could only roll his eyes. “Girls,” Sayyam sighed, “right Yuvaan?” He glanced at Yuvaan expecting a response, but Yuvaan simply turned around in irritation and walked away, busy with his phone, leaving Sayyam all by himself. _____ “Krishna…” Yuvani looked at Krishna slyly. “What do you think about bro?” “That Khadoos!” Krishna exclaimed, surprising Yuvani, “He’s so irritating, you know? But he’s mysterious too. Sometimes, I feel like-” “I…

The next morning, Krishna sat at the dining table to notice that Yuvaan was staring intensely at Sayyam. She began to panic, worrying that Yuvaan had seen Sayyam with her yesterday evening. ‘No, he couldn’t have’ she tried to reassure herself, pushing food around her plate. One by one, all family members began to sit at the table. “Sayyam, listen,” Yuvani looked across the table at Sayyam, ending the staring session between Yuvaan and Sayyam. “Yeah Yuvani?” Sayyam tilted his head towards her. “Where were you yesterday evening? I was looking for you,” she said, pointing her fork in his…

As rain beat against the windows and lightning flashed outside, Krishna grabbed her favorite novel and sat on the couch with a cup of her favorite hot cocoa. She settled in and slowly opened the pages to her favorite part of the story. This was the third time she was reading this book, mainly because she fallen in love with the innocence of the main character, Tara, who like her, was an orphan. Abhi, the character opposite Tara, had a completely different personality, but he and Tara shared one thing in common- a difficult childhood. They both had faced so…

The next morning, Sayyam nonchalantly walked into the Kitchen and pushed himself up onto the counter, watching Krishna cook. “Hey Girnewali, what’s up?” “I’m skydiving,” she said sarcastically. “Oh yeah? Where’s your parachute?” Sayyam played along. “It’s here!” Krishna held up a knife, pointing it in Sayyam’s direction, but he remained unfazed. “Girnewali, I think while falling so many times, you’ve dropped your brains somewhere. What you’re holding is a knife.” “Khadoos,” she huffed, while Sayyam just shook his head. He grabbed an apple off the counter and began to toss it in the air. “Woah!” Krishna grabbed the apple…

That evening, Sayyam was walking down the hallway towards the Kitchen, when he saw Krishna standing on a shaky stool. “Hey!” he called out, but she didn’t seem to hear him. Annoyed, he walked towards her, grabbing her waist and swiftly setting her down on the ground. She spun around startled, gasping when she saw Sayyam. “What do you think you’re doing?” she pursed her lips and narrowed her eyes, wondering what his intentions were. “Oh hello!” he countered, crossing him arms. “I didn’t want to touch you; besides, many girls die to be picked up by me” he smirked,…