For You - XII

PS: This is an episodic romantic story. Every week, a new episode will be published.

First Part. Second Part. Third Part. Fourth Part. Fifth Part. Sixth Part. Seventh Part. Eighth Part. Nineth Part. Tenth Part. Eleventh Part


Simmi was tense as a high-strung horse. She feared she was going to snap anytime. She had never seen so much of hospital in all of her 18 years and now she can’t seem to avoid it. She knew she didn’t need to be there but she had promised uncle. She knew she wasn’t obligated to be there because she wasn’t Arpit’s friend but still she wanted to help. Although Darpan uncle was surrounded by relatives, it still seemed he was alone. Darpan uncle had already asked her several times to go home and rest but she felt guilty. For what, she didn’t know. Maybe it was something to do with Arpit taking care of her when she was hit by a ball. Or maybe it was because of the odd relationship she seemed to have with Arpit. Whatever it was, she had decided to stick throughout the whole thing, and she was going to do that.

Book Review: Playing For Keeps

Book Title: Playing For Keeps
Author: R.L. Mathewson
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Price: Rs. 60 (It’s Kindle addition. I don’t think paperback is available, at least in India)

Synopsis

Done with being the world's biggest pushover, Haley decides that things are going to change starting with the aggravating neighbor who has too much charm and not enough restraint. What she didn't expect was to be sucked into his world, but Haley has a game plan and she won't let herself forget just what the bad boy next door is capable of.

The last thing Jason expected was for his little shy neighbor to go Rambo on him over some ruined flowers. After he decides to take her under his wing he can't help but notice that she fits very nicely in his life. Now the only thing left is to convince her that this is anything but a game.

Facebook Popularity! Really?!

Source: thenextweb.com

I don’t underestimate the power of social media platforms. Really. Being a content writer, I always say how crucial it’s for companies to leverage various social networking platforms to know and connect with their target audience. But hey, here I’m talking about our personal Facebook accounts. Normally, I wouldn’t blog about it but recently, my friend made me aware why I should take more care about my presence on Facebook.

For You - XI

PS: This is an episodic romantic story. Every week, a new episode will be published.

To read first part, click here.

To read second part, click here.

To read third part, click here.

To read fourth part, click here.

To read fifth part, click here. 

To read sixth part, click here. 

To read seventh part, click here.

To read eight part, click here. 

To read ninth part, click here.

To read tenth part, click here.


His head was pounding. He wanted to lift his eyes but it seemed they were weighed down. He felt disoriented. He didn’t know where he is, what day it was, and where he was. He felt as if he was floating in some dark space. He could hear some beeping noises in the background. He wanted to move his hand just to know if he still had hands. But he couldn’t will his hands. His lips felt dry and parched. He wanted to lick his lips but couldn’t gather enough strength to do that.

The Art Of Lying

I never bothered to read Mark Twain. People who know me would understand it. But horrors of horrors, I read him few weeks back after I was urged by my friend. And much to my surprise, I read it with interest. Interest because it wasn’t some lame poem. It was an essay titled “On the Decay of the Art of Lying.” Believe me, I wasn’t looking for validation of my lying habit. In fact, I hate to lie. I confess I’m not a saint and so I have lied few times, and I’ve always felt horrible after doing so. I felt horrible for two main reasons: for having a runny mouth that tends to develop a brain of its own when I’m nervous, and for shedding ethics – ethics that I try hard to live by – for short-term gains or for being scared of saying truth.

More Than Reading

Many of you would already know that I love reading. It's not the matter of books. It's more the matter about magic. I like to read everything - be it books, magazines, newspapers or anything else. But when I read romantic fiction, I'm on cloud nine. Literally.

Last few months haven't been what I had ever expected. To put it simply, they were horrible but lovely in some aspects. Lovely because I got to learn about myself more. My goals became more clear to me.

Coming back to reading, in last few months I nearly read about 30-40 books. And most of them were romance. Yup, I confess a romance-novel addict. They are like my comfort food. My nirvana. If I'm down and out, I read romance. If I'm tired, I read romance. If I'm mad at someone, I read romance. And if I'm alive and breathing, I still romance. Wonderful genre, isn't it?

Source: www.radcliffe.harvard.edu

For You - X

PS: This is an episodic romantic story. Every week, a new episode will be published.

To read first part, click here.

To read second part, click here.

To read third part, click here.

To read fourth part, click here.

To read fifth part, click here. 

To read sixth part, click here. 

To read seventh part, click here.

To read eight part, click here. 

To read ninth part, click here.