Author: RoshniY

The world likes weak women. We gotta change that people. *** Vansh felt his rigid composure slacken when he heard her sobs from the other side of the door. He felt a pang on his chest when he heard her trying to muffle her soft cries. He was shocked to see her in front of his building few hours ago. Four people obstructed his way yet his eyes were only fixed on her. Never in his dreams had he expected to meet her again in this life. Why would he? He had made sure to never let people from past…

*Unedited* 1 week later Riddhima managed to drag her luggage while cursing under her breath for packing too much for two weeks expedition. Four best candidates were selected from their University for the tour to Manhattan based on their projects and were invited to work as a team for the company. She was more than delighted to see her name on the list. After three days of impatient await and dreadful thoughts, she had recieved the letter of invitation accompanied with a flight ticket. She looked at her companions, William Brown and Benjamin Jones who were already at ten feet…

Fortunately, Riddhima made it to the class before the lecture started. She tried to tame her heavy breathing as she stopped by the door. The professor of her art class gave her a concerned glance. “Hurry.” Riddhima scurried to the seat her best friend, Ishani had saved for her and mouthed a quick thank you. “Lord, what happened to you?” Ishani hushed, scrutinizing the paint on her shirt. Unlike Riddhima, Ishani was wearing a light shade buttoned shirt with the collar a little dropped at the back and a charcoal grey jeans paired with the boots. Her pony swayed as…

Chicago Riddhima rushed through the hallways, mumbling sorry for the nth time when she hit another student who was carrying a bunch of books and had not seen her running a marathon. He wobbled a little on his feet in an attempt to stop the papers that he had so meticulously arranged last night scatter on the ground. He turned to look at the girl in front of her who had abruptly halted and was the cause of the situation. Eyes wide in shock and beads of sweat on her forehead highlighted her struggle since morning. Her hair was braided…

Hey lovelies! I am sorry to announce that this is going to be the last chapter update in TU. I really enjoy writing and want to become better at it. With your support I’ve always felt motivated to continue this story. But since you might have noticed, I get very busy at times and take break for a long period between each chapters and have lost some very important readers. I will be posting on wattpad here after and you can find me at @CallmeRosh I will add the link to my book at the end of this chapter. So…

“Took you long, love.” The static died and his voice ruffled my fear in a mockery. It was manipulated but I knew his voice like a victim knows of its culprit. Something unforgettable. Something chronic adhered to the mind. I didn’t realise my fingers were grasping the device so tightly until it started hurting. I tried to compose myself, not letting the fear rise. ‘It is just a call. He is not here.’ I chanted to myself to suppress the agitation bubbling from within. One of the rule was to be strictly followed in all…

I’d recommend the song ‘In your eyes’ by The Weeknd for this chapter. *** Foolish. That’s what my action depicted. An unplanned foolish act. I was not thinking properly blinded by the intense urge to leave this place. These people. Italy. There was something I could not lay a finger on but my whole instinct pointed to it reasoning the cause of my dwindling future. The cause of my rock bottom. And it was approaching so fast. What worried me was not merely the instinct. But the fact that my instincts always turned true. That was what made me take…

Unedited *** I rush to the kitchen and take my purse before heading to the bathroom. Stefano must be still locked in the room since I did not see any monster chasing me. I quickly take a look of myself in the mirror to find imprints of his hand on the sides of my neck. Taking the corrector, I dab it on the marks and take out my brush to blend the concealer nicely. You may think why I carry these products with me? Well, make up is an essential. I take a bunch of my hair and chop it…

“Add some more stock now and then you can add the mushrooms.” Eva instructs professionally. Even the kitchen towel seem to be swaying along with her expert hands. Eveready to wipe them. I ladle out the vegetable stock and pour it on the rice as she said but not before showing it to her to check if the quantity is adequate. It is already half an hour since we started cooking. After Eva added the mushroom, I pour in some more stock. She was guiding me with each step and I tried to remember it all. Since I had decided…