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Rajiv Dixit

The Academic Rivals

"And stop freaking manhandling me everytime. You've no right to touch me." I pushed him with all my force and he stumbled back a few steps. He stood there looking down at his shoes with an evil smirk. Knowing his reactions so very well over the years, I should've been ready for what was coming next. "A bully, you say?" Rishabh pinned me down with his raspy voice, dangerously lowered down an octave. I was truly a wimp to shudder at that but I did do it internally, not showing it outright. There was just something about the gaze that had always intimidated me. But I would bury myself before exposing a tad of that effect in front of him. "If I am a bully, then what does that make you, Sanvi?" I gulped in fear and immediately shut my eyes as he pulled my face extremely close to his, such that the tips of noses brushed against each other. "An extremely peculiar masochist who liked kissing her bully?" My eyes shot open. ************* When all that mattered to Sanvi Dixit,-the competitive nerd of St. Louis- is to pass high school with glorious results without getting noticed amidst the school population like all the previous twelve years that she has successfully managed to keep herself cocooned,- Rishabh Singh Rathore, the popular all-rounder brat just won't let her have her way. What will happen when they have to lose their individual first kisses to each other by accident when they can't even stand each other's presence? Sparks will fly; hearts will break; jealousy will sprout; pasts will unravel. And you never know when LOVE knocks the door!
TheAshedPhoenix · 42.2K Views

It’s Strange How Often In Darkness My Heart FINDS YOU

#Ongoing Roma Roy, a 26 years old Indian girl returned to her hometown after eight years. Nothing much has changed since the last time she has been here, her hometown, she herself, the smell of the air, her passion for ambitious future, except one thing. She is getting married in a month. She works and is gonna settle her life in Bangalore, city in Karnataka state of India. She is back in her hometown to help her parents for the wedding preparation. The first thing in her mind today is to meet her childhood best friends whom she hasn’t met in the past eight years to invite them for the wedding and tell them everything about her “husband to be.” How are they gonna react when they get to know about the first meet to the groom? How will she tell them about the phase they went through from the first conversation “you cold hearted, arrogant toe rag!!” to “it’s been you and always will be you”. The love story blooms when Roma dictates her story to her childhood best friends that started eight years ago, starting from “the first encounter” till this date. Here our male lead character makes an entrance. He is totally opposite in nature to our female lead character. She is kind, sweet with ordinary looks. He is arrogant, cold hearted with oh! so handsome looks. Glimpse of the first encounter :- Roma’s POV I : WHAT looks like UNDER CONTROL to you here. I don’t care if it is Vicky Dixit or PRESIDENT OF AMERICA!! NIKHIL : Exactly, but she do care if the president of America is Nikhil Dixit. (I turned around to the familiar voice and started getting chills down my spine seeing the devil again. I feel so angry right now.) I : #NEWSFLASH Mr.Nikhil Dixit, I wish I had contacts with any of the psychiatrist to help you to get out of yours own fantasy land and daydreams. As for reality, I can just say that you are a cold hearted, arrogant toe rag and more importantly you are hell ya self obsessed. Stay the heck away from me and don’t you ever dare again to cause TROUBLE TO MY FRIENDS !! Tanya and Advik dragged me from the out hall before I could kill him and that’s when I heard him saying. NIKHIL : Don’t miss me too much my feisty fireball. A/N : Please read this story. Chapters are released every weekend. Stay tuned to know what happened further. Author name :— Vandana Panigrahi
Vandana_Panigrahi · 20.3K Views
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