Author: rubaiya

Okay…so it has been a big gap now. I am posting this after god knows how many days. God,why is it dat depression falls upon me. Again a Basket of sorry. I hope not to make this same mistake so plzz do comment and donot throw rotten egg as i cant take its smell but always allowed to throw any rotten veggie…even if the smell is yucks and plzzzzz,plzzzzz,plzzzzzz do comment nor Il die…and my soul will start writing again as it used to do while writing ‘it started with a hate request’. Sanskar enters the factory, quietly and then…

Hello….well Sorry for the delay. You see right now i am boiling inside a pressure cooker so its a very bad situation and experience and that’s the reason why i couldn’t update it soon. So today the short story of Swasan shall end so lets see if it ends with a happy or a sad note? Swara sits in her cabin while chewing the back of her pen(bad manners). Her mind kept on rewinding Sanskar’s previous words. “then its better that you get to know the whole truth before taking any major steps.” ‘what truth was he even talking about?’…

“can’t you just keep quite and listen?” her sister snapped. She quietly looked outside the car window. “why do you have to answer to everything we elders say?” her sister asked her, harshly. ” fine, i wont speak anymore” Aira replied. “see, you couldn’t stop yourself from telling dis much too, huh” Aira didn’t reply this time. ‘Why is my sister trying to make me like her. She’s forgetting the matter that i cant be like her.’ She knew, she was different from all her family members. She didn’t know how to sugar her words just like her sister did…

She looked at the dark sky again. ‘There’s no one for me, They are all for themselves’ She thought bitterly. She remembered all those moments when her family used to discuss about her future while dining.’we are always there with you child’ they had said. ‘Then where are you all now’ she asked herself. She could overhear her parents conversation. They were discussing that what an irresponsible and immature child she was, to not to study while having her lunch but to watch a film. ‘just for twenty minutes’ she added bitterly. She knew how tensed they were with her…

At the starting of the story A BASKET FULL OF SORRYZZZZZZZ…i am really feeling guilty and bad for this late update. Most of the ppl must have probably forgotten my story but what to do my hectic schedule on top of that such less reviews so i have decided that this ps i hate u will be of three shots and so this my 2nd part. Hope that you all guys shall like it. O Ya ND SPECIAL THANKS TO- vyshu10, Sny, Khushiii, Tamanna, Varu, S, Bresh and Tani. Thank you soo much for commenting and supporting in my prev…

Hello everyone,your kavya is back again. Oops sorry your kavya(with her real name) is back again. Well i was in my depressed mode coz of very less comments in two of my ended ff’s so i got late…but then i suddenly came up with this new story of swasan. Okay well i know i don’t write dat well like others but with a new hope and courage i have started writing a short story on this lovely couple swasan…so plzzz donot forget to comment soo that soon you all can read my 2nd season of ‘It started with a Hate…

She was sitting back on her chair, in the same large room but this time the lights were on. She had been sitting there maybe for 1hr only glancing at his last text. “”oho…when will you stop calling me Mr. Maheshwari. Its Sanskar. Just sanskar miss warsa or shall i say MISS SWARA”” Although she wasn’t online but she felt as if he was watching her. Keeping an eye on her moves every mini second. ‘how the hell did he know my real name, i had changed my identity after all’. The only thing she was now confirmed of was…

She was sitting in that large waiting room looking outside by the large glass windows. She had carefully chosen a white cotton blouse with a black pencil skirt. She had brought a black caprice hand bag and was wearing a dark black sunglass while her blonde wig had covered her black hair, which was again beautified by a white hat. Sanskar’s workers had confirmed her that she couldn’t be recognized and that did make her feel proud of her wicked head. The DM Company was larger than the SM compony. She thought. Suddenly she remembered her first day in SM.…