Manali

It is TWISTED SAGA Series' 1st story Sankalp Singh Rathod, Rahat Raichand and Shawkat Raichand......3 of them have been planning a trip to Manali before even their final semester started! Just when they were ready to roll another one joined their merry little band, Blaze Aragon.....who, in a way Sankalp's big brother and Sankalp can't say no to him,......but then, What could possibly go wrong! wait until you meet the 5th addition who is a combination of naïve, quirky, clumsy, carefree, overtalkative, and mischievous..... Let the adventure begins! And who knows, maybe something more than that....... It's a light hearted short story! #FUSION

SUP BITCHES!!!!! I am your narrator and I am also a really terrible person........... A nuclear explosion occurs in a fraction of a second, killing millions in moments and damning the lives of tens of millions more, as its effects crawl their way around the surface of earth. Imagine a time when the knowledge capable of such destruction was being handed out recklessly. You must not, of course, try to gaze at the future but do steal a glance at the past. They call this 'The Blurb' . The Junction : A world where the matters of Asuras and Devas collide, six(one of whom is me, but you won't know who) will come and bring a storm with them. They are only puppets of an evil god Kali, but one of them has seen the strings. And this one means to cut them. Their life in the Junction will begin easy, each day one of the six will Set Foot in a world of Gods. But soon they will be launched into an adventure that would prove far deadlier than any of their previous quests. From Calcutta to Manali, emotions will spark alive as twists unfold, back stories are explored and Gods themselves make an appearance. The hunger of Maya, the wrath of Kālī, the wisdom of Vishnu, the child of Manu, the next Parshu and the Queen of entirety shall struggle together and against. .......... who is going to kill a little girl, unless you stop me.

Jawad was surprised when his wife revealed to him that she was another woman, not his wife. She explained that his wife had stolen her chance at life, so she stole her body.” “Who are you?” she replied, wary. “I’m Jawad. Don’t you remember me? The man who cried behind the glass?” She scoffed. “Yes, you’re the woman’s husband.” He scratched his nose. “Yes, I’m your husband.” She laughed hysterically, removing the tubes from her hand, and standing before him. “You’re mistaken. I’m not Manal, your wife, or any name you call her.” But she sat again, clutching her chest, in pain. Jawad rushed to call the doctor. The doctor arrived, securing the tubes and instructing her not to move. Jawad asked about the recent events, and the doctor speculated it might be memory loss due to her heart stopping for a minute. As the day progressed, Jawad remained by her side, while she vowed to prove her identity once the accursed wires were removed. “Manal,” he called her gently. She glared. “I told you I’m not her.” He looked up at the sky. “Very well. If you’re not Manal, my wife, then who are you?”