Half Girlfriend

Madhav Jha, a rural Bihari boy gets admission in a prestigious Stephens College in Delhi through sports quota. Riya Somani, a rich Delhi businessman’s daughter also gets admission in the same college through sports quota. They both love to play Basketball, and soon they become best friends. Madhav develops love feeling for Riya, which he tries to express her on different occasions. But Riya was too reserved as she takes him only as a friend and nothing much.

Once, when they were alone in Madhav’s hostel room, he tries to make a physical move which she rejects. This made Madhav angry and he gives out a rudimentary comment. Riya takes her leave from his room and decides never to befriend with him again. A year later she gets married to one of her cousin/close family friend. Madhav, with no interest in working with renowned bank, gives up his job offer and returns back to his village. There he helps his mom, who runs a public school in Bihar.

Can Love Happened Twice?

Can Love Happen Twice                                       #Ravinder Singh

 What can you say about a guy who lost his girlfriend by the time the two of them were to exchange their engagement rings? That he plunged into the deepest ocean of trauma? That, for whatever happened, he lost his faith in God? That he was so madly immersed in the love of his mortal girlfriend that, after she was gone, forever, he wrote an immortal love story in her memory? Or maybe that, after a long interval of time, one day, love knocked at his door once again?

Chapter One

    Dusk had fallen when Amardeep walked out of the exit gate of the busy Chandigarh airport. A chilly winter welcomed him for the very first time to ‘The City Beautiful’. The evening was even more beautiful for it was Valentine’s Day. Love was in the air and red was the colour everywhere. The temperature must have been close to 4 degrees. Adding to the winter chill was the cool breeze which was blowing that evening, compelling the just-arrived passengers to pull out their jackets. 

    Enjoying the initial few moments, Amardeep let his body feel and embrace the cold surrounding him, but he could not bear it for long. Soon he pulled out his jacket and zipped it up till his neck. The foggy breath that he exhaled was visible. It was that cold.

Of Course I love You....... till I find someone Better

Of Course I love You....... till I find Someone Better                

                                                                   #Durjoy datta ,#Maanvi Ahhuja

This is perfect. This is perfect, I kept telling myself. It had been twelve hours on the trot. I had already

spent my entire month’s allowance on her and there were no signs that I would be treated to any sort of

guilty pleasures other than the expensive and the utterly fattening ones any time soon. The fact that

Smriti looked smoking hot in her floral spaghetti and the short, pleated skirt that ended inches below her

butt, wasn’t doing me any good either. The very purpose of the skirt’s existence—easy accessibility and

eventual get rid-ability—was being defeated that night.

It had been a long day and I was ruing the moment I had asked her out tonight. I had missed all my

classes that day, all in vain.

‘So, what next?’ she asked.

What next? For starters, she could fry my bloody head and chomp it down. Oh no, wait! That won’t

cost me anything. No doubt, she would order her third cocktail that evening to wash it down. Now if

only she would get tipsy, start seeing things in double and eventually be oblivious to my rendering her

clothes useless. I might be a jerk, but many guys would agree with me on this: nudity suits girls.

‘I don’t know,’ I said, plastering a dreamy look on my face, one that screamed that I needed nothing

but her. I hoped it would work this time, though it was the millionth time that day and she had not even

blown a kiss, let alone do it real time.