A reasonably accurate version of a historical incident from my youth. I suspect my mother would have told it differently. Romy Schneider was a beautiful Austrian film star vintage circa 1960s. She kept my dreams warm on many Arctic nights.
Eshaanvi is the youngest of the two sisters of KL Rahul. Being the youngest, she's not only the most adored and protected member of the family but surprisingly the most obedient and matured one. Even though she has never taken time off her studies to take interest in cricket, she loved her brother play. But, what happens when the 21 years old and her family gets to see the name of Rahul in all the news bulletins for the last three days for the very wrong reasons."Not his fault. You can't keep a clean reputation hanging out with messy people.." agitated from inside, Esh left the living room trial with the bold statement. Hardik Pandya, the bad boy of Indian cricket team and Rahul's best friend never left a good impression on Esha for some obvious reasons.What happens when her clean and innocent world gets engulfed with the 'devil-may-care' world of Hardik in someway or the other? How will her 'prejudice' against him end up?
{ Illicit ; (n) illegal }♣ We are so close, yet too far. You make me do things, which I'm not supposed too. And Maybe that's why, We're Illegal ?♠ You don't know what kind of effect you have on me, just whisper my name and I'll be there for you. And is this why you said " We're Illegal " || Nobody said they're illegal it's just their crazy minds ||♣ You'll never know why I push you away. Neither do I want you to know♠ You ignore me, it's ok. I'll wait. Wait for my death to kill me slowly, maybe you'll agree?
That Karan Johar show was a terrible mistake, Hardik knows. If he could go back in time, he would change it. But his teammates... especially his captain doesn't seem to be in a mood to forgive him quickly. He only needs to know what he should do to be forgiven, and he'll do it. He just wants the trust of his second family back, even he doesn't fully deserve it...
After Bhuvi goes off the field in the match vs Pakistan, Hardik isn't even smiling after taking a wicket.After all this time Bhuvi has taken care of him... maybe it's now time for him to take care of Bhuvi too.
This story is complete fluff, I usually write angst so this is a complete turnaround, but I'm missing Surrera so this was just something that popped in to my head. We need more scenes of them being a cute couple, so thats what i decided to write. Short one shot. Enjoy! (already posted on ff.net)
There are legends of mermaids on these shores. Bloodthirsty creatures who will lure in ships to their doom with their unearthly voices. It is said that having a woman aboard your ship may bring the siren's magic more heavily upon you. Therefor, when being plagued by the music of the sirens, many sailors will throw their maidens into the sea, hoping to escape. *Note: This idea is based off of a prompt*
We all know about how the mockingjay pin has been through three Games and three arenas. What we don't know is its origins with its original owner and everything they went through. Join Maysilee Donner, a tribute of the second Quarter Quell, as she struggles through the Fiftieth Hunger Games and encounters some familiar faces.
In every heart, there is a garden - some beautiful, some poisonous, some spoiled, some dying - each one reflecting the kaleidoscope and individualistic nature of humans. Bucharest, Romania is a microcosm of such phenomena. Gardens of Bucharest chronicles the wayward lives of magicians Sebastian Ardelean, a boy wishing to disappear and living a quiet life, and Esma Peker, a girl with a headstrong heart and lofty ambitions. Despite their differing personalities, their fates are entwined and they discover that the last farewell between them will be found on Death's Door. Magic is both the string and the scissor defining their relationship. It is magic that brought them together for thirteen years, magic that will break them apart for seven years, but it will be a murder that will bring them back again.