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✿ old school romance ✿ Love was strange, a little scary and too tempting to not look forward to experiencing the depths of it being aware of the ups and downs as well as how warm and cold it could be at the same time. After all, pain and pleasure had always been the coexistent pair who never really left the other's side even if one has to be dominated for a lifetime. For being the most patient and observant man, Agastya's eyes always remained stuck and unmoved when she was the visionary delight. While to his deception, the woman who'd been avoiding being the center of attention all her life now loved lingering around in the same vicinity, just to feel the giddiness in her heart that his undivided attention brought. Where the human hand is artistic, theirs helped people live while holding each other's hand and walking through the roads of old school romance in the midst of their chaotic lives. Where Agastya wrote some lines of affection for her, Daksha sang the tales of love for him.
Shravya Solanki's life had changed drastically when a hurricane of events full of bad luck and toxicity ran over her life. A life she'd lived so far had turned into something she'd been unconsciously trying to suppress underneath the ground like a grave. She was at fault. She did not see past the present that could ruin her future. She suffered the consequences of her own as well as the mistakes of others. There was nothing she could do other than clinging onto the one thing she was good at- resilience. [Find more in the prelude!]
On the board of chess where the pawns were used, rooks were outsmarted, bishops were defeated and knights engaged in a battle of bloodbath, there stood a Queen in the middle of the ruins at the farthest corner, trying to conquer the throne of Damanpuri, weaving a web of undeniable defeat for the ones who'd killed her father and thrown her into a lake that not only had fishes but also some piranhas. Sonali Mehra had learnt to swim long ago, preparing for the day when she'd be able to step out of the curtain and stop hiding and working from behind the scenes. After a long time of strategic planning and plotting, she'd finally stepped up on the board and taken up the charge as the Queen out in the open. The battle of revenge wasn't easy. She had to lose her bishops, rooks as well as her several pawns but there remained her loyal knight that let her take his rein and carried her through the game. Damanpuri was under the fire of atrocities and the groundbreaking soul crushing truths were masked under the facade of ruins of its own people who were nothing but mere pawns while the stronger moved forward to be the strongest. Shaurya Rawat was one of such pawns chosen by Sonali Mehra who'd decided to use him as her stepping block. Until he'd become the last remaining pawn on their side of the board that the queen had fallen in love with. • • • [Delve in to find out more!]
"I don't trust your words. Your words are treacherous and pretentious." She glared. "I'll let my actions do the talking then." He smiled. She wanted butterflies in the stomach. He wanted a companion who'd calm his mind. She wanted to be someone special. He wanted someone he desired. [Find more in the prelude.] [PS: Pictures used in the book have been taken from internet browser and belong to their respective copyright owners.]
Mihika Arora unexpectedly got married to her best friend, Aarush when her groom ran away on the wedding day. Although what had been following before and will follow after these unexpected turn of events will have her life in crumbling shells, getting picked up by someone gradually, one by one. Someone who is waiting to be fixed and loved again. But this time, loving and being loved will be different. °° Join Aarush and Mihika on their journey towards their new beginnings.
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