#desi novel

[ahamasmiyodhah]

𝐀𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚 𝐓𝐚𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐯𝐚𝐦

𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇; when two star crossed lovers are reborn to unite, whole universe comes to bring them together.

𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐑𝐁: Rudra's viewpoint |

𝐀𝐌𝐁𝐈𝐊𝐀 𝐔𝐏𝐀𝐃𝐇𝐘𝐀𝐘; “I'm not doing this to claim him. I'm doing this because I'm his.”

𝐑𝐔𝐃𝐑𝐀 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐊𝐀𝐑 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐈; “Love isn't claiming your ownership on someone, it's surrendering oneself to that person and is a promise to love, cherish, respect and be with that person on every step of life.”

He felt restless.

He didn't knew why.

His heart was somewhere else.

But he didn't knew why.

His feet carried away on it's own, his hazel eyes unfocused, hands deep into his jeans' pocket. His mind jumbled up with the loud thoughts of why is it happening?

Suddenly, his feet halted at the beautiful melody which invaded his ears. Whipping his head around, he realized that he was at the banks of Ganga, and the water with the melody immediately calmed his mind but piqued an interest. Who was this?

Following the sound of the tune, his feet carried him to a wall, where on the top podium a Girl was dancing. Dressed in a pain white chikankari Kurta and leggings, her feet were wrapped up by the Ghunghroos of a Dancer, and the chiming of Bells was rhyming with the song coming out of her phone.

Unaware of the listener, the girl kept dancing and her thick wavy hairs flew with wind, and as if the wind changed it's tide according to the melody, it started blowing a little harshly as she hit the high note, removing all the hairs of her face, and he was starstruck by the women sat there.

The small red dot on her forehead looked more brightened over her fair face, and those kohl coloured eyes? They were definitely like that of a doe. So beautiful, yet so dangerous.

Ambika couldn't blink.

It was as if she couldn't hear the bells, the sound of drums and conches, the chant in the name of holy river Ganga, or the very thundering claps of the devotees. She forgot how to breath.

She forgot everything, the moment her eyes clashed with his.

Illuminated by the pious fire of camphor, holding the aarti in his hands, wearing off yellow Dhoti with golden work at the border, and his broad forehead painted with three white lines and a small vermilion circle in between, his eyes glimmered with complete devotion as he sang the hymn and rotated the holy fire.

Ambika couldn't believe what she was seeing, the distant sound of the Shankhanaad making her chest rising up and down rapidly as tears blurred her eyes. Her senses were overwhelmed as she suddenly turned and pushed Maatangi, Debadrita and Ruchika away, and ran away as she ignored their calls, her blurry eyes somehow seeing the busy path as she tried to block the loud sound and flashes in her mind away.

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[melancholic-prose]

Current WIP....

Details

[ariasmontage]

something for the mind, something for the body

[tuta-hua-saaz]

Somebody said Chetan Bhagat is the Colleen Hoover of India and I have never agreed with something more

[maihonhassan]

Everyone says;

"Tum khulay baalon main achi lagti ho"

But Haram Orebi says;

"Tum baal bandh lou, main baar baar apni baat bhool raha hoon."

[qalbofnight]

[mehvishhh1]

"Hum marne wale ke liye thodi rote hain. Marne wale ke liye koi bhi nahi rota. Hum sab to apne nuqsan pe rote hain. Hamara gham to bas yehi hota hai ke `'woh humein akela chor kar chala gaya.''

- Jannat ke Pattey

[aahanna]

A DESI- GIRL URGE TO READ THESE I INCREDIBLE NOVELS

[urlocalbone]

When your school booklist is crazily classical and this is just 1/7th of it

[mycomfortspace]

"Yeh Dunya humein apni maa ki nazar se nahi dekhti"

- Parizaad.

[aasssshhhhh]

People are writing absolute crap in the name of dark romance these days. Like what do you even think dark romance means? Have you ever read any? These dipshits are writing the most vulgar, sadistic and atrociously crude....things( I won't even call them books or novels because they honestly don't deserve the title) in the name of dark romance.

[localrants]

Imama: Acha, mai aik arab likh deti tw kiya kartay?

Salar: Tw aik arab bhi de deta.

Imama: Kahan se dete.. fraud kartay?

Salar: Kiyun karta? Kamaa kr deta.

Imama: Saari umer kamaatay hi rehtay phir.

Salar: Acha hota, sari umer tumhara qarzdaar hi rehta. Waqyi acha hota.

Aab e Hayat by Umera Ahmed

[melancholic-prose]

Hey! This is like my.....third or fourth? Time back on Tumblr so I'll make it short. Feel free to interact anytime nd also I'll be sharing a little about my current WIP on this blog so stay tuned!

[ariasmontage]

i bought a new tea cup set and it has made me giddy with happiness.

[nabihahahahahaha]

When Umar jahangir said "tum bohat achi ho, magar mujhy tumsy muhabbat nahi hai" is really true! Kuch log wakie humary dil me chah kar bhi nahi utar paty!

[maihonhassan]

when Parizaad said;

"kuch shaamein aesi dhalti hain ke sooraj k sath sath hamara dil hi doob jata hai, dooba sooraj tou agli subha phir nikal aata hai, magar jo dil ek dafa guruub hojaye wo kabhi tuluu.a nahi hota."

[ ग़ुरूबغروب setting (of the sun, moon etc) sunset]

[ तुलूअ'طلوع a rising (as of the Sun, Moon or stars ]