Author: magicglow11111

whilst naksh was grieving for his wife keerti’s death, the scene moved from his room, from the singhania mansion, from Udaipur to another place, another city yet same country…Gurugram and from this beautiful city, it shifted to a well known company called wizcraft event management. the scene entered the building and to an office room where a presention of a recent wedding was shown. there was a girl who was talking. she had a sweet and gentle tone. though her face wasn’t revealed, you could see that her hair was not too long, not too short. not too straight nor…

Girl 1 was on the hospital bed and a man was  holding her hand crying. Girl 1 kissed his hand and said: darling my time is over. I am sorry….i’m sorry for not being able to give you a child, nor being worthy enough to be with you forever, nor being the perfect wife. Man: so what? You are perfect enough for me and…and I am happy I got to spend three amazing  years with the most gorgeous woman ever. I don’t mind if you didn’t give me a child. I just want you. Girl 1 smiled and said: I…

the next day: tara felt as If she was in rain. she opened her eyes only to get engaged with a pair of dangerous eyes. the owner of those dangerous eyes was pouring the jug of water on her. tara: naksh, what are you doing? naksh: waking you up. you are not a queen that you can sleep all day. tara sits up and carefully stands up supporting her tiny baby bump. just then they heard the door knock. naksh kept the jug on the table as tara opened the door. bhabhimaa: good morning. tara: good morning bhabhimaa. she bends…

after eating her father’s food, she left the empty bowl on the tray, knowing a maid would take it away for her. she stood up from her bed carefully and slowly left her chamber to go to the terrace. she found the terrace entrance and went to get a peace of mind. it was autumn and autumn breeze was very pleasant. she remembered her father once telling her as a little girl that the autumn breeze is soft, calming and peaceful, the season of which your mind is clear. as she approached the rails of the terrace, she saw a…

it was evening now, radhika was on her bed drawing in her sketch book. slowly she picked up a pink colouring pencil. looking at this being broken, she got annoyed. she knew who did it…her younger sisters omi and pari…..but ever since varun broke her, a broken pencil was just a broken pencil…nothing compared to a heart that has been played with and then broken. she kept the pencil in her box and closed the sketch book keeping it under her pillow. she just looked at her nails, not really bothering to go downstairs and be social. just then she…

the scene showed a large white mansion surrounded by many varieties of different coloured jewels giving the mansion a homely touch from the outside. the mansion was welcoming from the open door to the wide hallway. upon the walls were the photographs of children, so obviously so loved. a warm, luxurious living room interior with beige walls and marble floors, white coffee table with a vase of fresh roses and a large, gray corner sofa with snowy white pillows, the crystal chandelier on the ceiling. under the lamp-shine it was nature’s art, something that soothed right to the soul. a…

the slap was as loud as a clap and stung her face. it had been an open-handed smack and it had left a red welt behind. just below her eye was a small cut where the ring had caught her. she staggered backwards, clutching her face, eyes watering. the man who slapped her was no other than tej singh oberoi and the girl who was slapped was gauri omkara singh oberoi. everyone just stood there, paralyzed with shock, tej and gauri in the middle of the hall. tej: my son….my son ditched business for stupid blo*dy art BECAUSE OF YOU!!!!…

her taxi entered the big city known as the capital of India, Delhi. nothing has changed from when she left the city 6 years ago. the city was always moving; cars, people, busses, trains. all those people making the organic part of the city, the part that determined the character and the structures. those people dreamed of stadiums and theatres, they built ice-rinks and laid out parks with soccer pitches. they built churches, mosques and temples. there were hospitals, libraries, police stations, courts and jails. they made the roads wide and the tower blocks tall. everything was the same but…

‘love doesn’t erase the past, but it makes the future different.’ – Gary Chapman he loved her enough to let go…. two broken souls, shyama and om – shyama is a married woman trapped in the cages of a forced marriage whereas om is a widower only living for his five beautiful sweet children. she is shattered, he is regretting. both souls are miles apart from each other. one day shyama with her husband goes to Mumbai (where the om lives) to seize a deal. in his house, a party is held and shyama and her husband goes there. from there,…