Author: Fanficwriter

Sayyam stuffed the last shirt in his cupboard into his suitcase, scanning the room to make sure he’d taken everything. “Yup, looks like I’ve got everything” he grinned, winking at Tiger, who was sitting near the foot of the bed. Sayyam started to walk out of the room, slinging his backpack around his broad shoulders and dragging his suitcase out, when Tiger started yelping insistently. Sayyam turned his head, wondering why his dog had gotten so excited, when he felt himself crash into someone else. On instinct, he dropped his bag and extended his hands out to help whoever it…

Ignoring the now cold coffee, Krishna stood up trying to calm Yuvaan down. “Yuvaan, it doesn’t matter that he is in my room. I haven’t stayed in it for three years anyway, so technically it’s ok if he stays there.” “No Krishna, you don’t get it”, he sighed in exasperation, as if he were talking to a child, “Sayyam can’t just waltz his way into our lives and take things that aren’t his” “But Yuvaan, Sayyam is-” Krishna started to say, when Yuvaan’s phone rang. He shot her a warning glance that clearly told her to not argue any further.…

Krishna sipped at her steaming coffee cautiously, occasionally risking a glance at Yuvaan, who was still looking angry. She wanted to ask him what was wrong, but was scared she’d upset him more. Yuvaan glanced up at her, and she immediately shifted her gaze to the shop across the street. “Who are you looking at?” Yuvaan questioned her suspiciously, looking outside in the general direction she had been looking. “No one, Yuvaan” she sighed, feeling guilty. Here, Yuvaan was obviously stressed about some issue…and she? She was just adding to his problems. After all the love he had given her,…

As Krishna put on her eyeliner that morning, she checked the room once more to see if she had forgotten anything … “Oh shoot!” she ran over to her nightstand, her golden-brown hair flying all around her, and pulled the drawer open hurriedly, relieved to see that the drawing was still there. At the bottom of the drawing, there was a signature, and Krishna fondly remembered the girl, Anjali, who’d gifted her the drawing last time they had met at the orphanage. Anjali was an orphan, just like Krishna herself, but she still managed to find happiness in the smallest…

Hey Guys! Most of you guys know me as “kriyam rocks” in the comments 😉 This is the first chapter of my first ff ever, so I’m pretty excited. The first 2-3 chapters will be more of an introduction or prologue to get to know the characters. Also, in this ff, Sayyam will be a bit more mellow and softer on the outside (read: less evil than he was at first). So here it is: —– ‘No…no’ thought Sayyam, as he reeled back, as if he’d been punched square in the chest. His thoughts scattered into a flurry of emotions.…