To read my latest, check the recent posts on the right. Most of these stories are based on the characters from Iss Pyaar Ko Kya Naam Doon. Stories of saris from across India.

Three years ago, Ananya Iyer and Rajshekhar Malhotra parted ways when she moved to New York . They meet again at a wedding, neither expecting to face the other. As they struggle to gain closure, they realize that perhaps closure may not look as they thought it should. Updates will be sporadic, due to my uncertain and busy schedule as a student. I will try to be as regular as possible though, and I hope you stick with me through the duration of this story.

I thought this was a kitchen garden. said Khushi as she fumbled with the shovel. It is he said, his attention focussed on rooting the mint sprig. Why am I planting chrysanthemums then? She said, not a little frustrated. She was expecting to hear his footsteps, but instead she felt him walk towards her, kiss her top of her head before walkin.

Once upon a time, there lived a girl called Twiggy. One fine day, she found her guilty pleasure. A certain daily drama on Desi TV. Middot; The Finish Line. Iss Dil Me Kya Hai? July 22, 2016. As promised, I am back! May 21, 2016.

8230;and gravity grabs me back. Where things fall apart, Arnav finds freedom with a new friend and Khushi finds freedom. From chapters 6 to 9.

Seventh Date with the 90s! A River Runs Through It. Kaveri Gupta, on the basis of. They had both said together when Arjun had finished helping her put away her suitcases beneath the berths and had plonked himself on the seat in front of hers. When are you leaving for Lucknow? Arjun remarked with a frown. And then he shook his head once before he smiled at her.

Confessions of Neither A Drama Queen Nor A Teenager. The grass is only marginally greener on this side. Particularly when I have a lot of stuff due. Sullen Stranger By My Side. The road ahead was long and enchanting,. But cautious child that I was,. I forged ahead with wary steps. And many a judicious pause. A few miles in, a sullen stranger. Slipped her hand in mine.

Welcome to our playground! A warm welcome to dear friends and fresh faces. The smell of her hair, the taste of her mouth, the feeling of her skin seemed to have got inside him, or into the air all round him. She had become a physical necessity.