Telugu love story modalindhi ma clg sagara end ayyindhi na life long lo

Poonam convinced Yajna to join her in the competition. On the day of the competition, Nikhil was anchoring Job "Hello guys, Welcome to New Year Special Singing Competition…" 

Few Trainees sang a song. It was Poonam's turn. She sang from "Kuch khas hai kuch paas hai song from Fashion movie". 

Next was Yajna's turn. She started singing "Taylor swift Love Story song" 

"We were both young when I first saw you
I close my eyes and the flashback starts
I'm standing there
On a balcony in summer air
... 

Romeo, save me, I've been feeling so alone
I keep waiting for you, but you never come
Is this in my head? I don't know what to think"

Yajna continued singing surprisingly Nikhil started singing along with her
"He knelt to the ground and pulled out a ring
And said, "Marry me, Juliet
You'll never have to be alone
I love you and that's all I really know
I talked to your dad, go pick out a white dress
It's a love story, baby, just say, Yes
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
'Cause we were both young when I first saw you"  

Yajna muttered to Nikhil "That was unexpected" 

Yajna said "Thank you" to the audience and left. 

A Tamil guy named Ganesh sang a Telugu song which is dubbed version of Tamil song "Yethi Yethi from Varanam Aayiram" 

Atshara said "He is Tamilian. He could have sang that song in Tamil" 

Yajna laughed and said 
"I heard it from him. He wants to marry Telugu girl, he believes Telugu girls are beautiful and he started learning the language for his future wife" 

After everyone sang the song. One of the judges said "I felt our anchor could sing well too. Why don't you sing a song for us?" 

Nikhil asked "Should I have to sing now? I didn't prepare anything" 

Nikhil started singing 'Phir Mohabbat song from Murder 2' without Karoke

Yajna looked at Nikhil in surprise. "Why do I feel he is singing for me?" 

"Jab jab tere paas main aaya, Ik sukoon mila
Jise main tha bhoolta aaya, Wo wajood mila
Jab aaye mausam gham ke, Tujhe yaad kiya
Jab sehme tanhapan se, Tujhe yaad kiya" 

(Meaning: Whenever I came near you, I got a peace,
The one I had kept forgetting, I got that existence
When the weather of sorrow came, I remembered you,
When I was scared with loneliness, I remembered you) 

"Dil.. Sambhal ja zara
Phir mohabbat karne chala hai tu
Dil.. yahin ruk jaa zara
Phir mohabbat karne chala hai tu
Aisa kyun kar hua janu naa
Main janu naa" 

(Meaning: O heart, be steady,
You're going to fall in love again,
O heart, stop here itself,
You're going to fall in love again,
How it has happened, don't know,
I don't know..) 

Everyone appreciated him after he finished his song. 

Judges have announced the winner of the competition "Poonam in third place, Ankit in 2nd place and Aayush in first place" 

Yajna congratulated Poonam on winning the second place. 

Yajna said to Nikhil "If you have participated, you would have won the First place of the competition"

Nikhil said "I know"

Ankur muttered to Nikhil "Did you just proposed to her through the song?" 

Nikhil said "Nooo.. Maybe"

A forbidden love story of Draupati and Karna in Mahabharata. This novel will not talk about actual mahabharata story. 

Additionally, the first part of the story talks about employees and Trainees experiences in Infosys Campus, Mysore.



Chapter 31 

 

DOCTOR’S WAITING AT THE GRAVEYARD: 

 

Then the Scientist also one day present with the Doctor at the grave yard for this small experiment and could understand everything regarding devils and ghosts coming alive for some time and staying longer time with the steroid injection. Then the scientist thought that he would prepare and invent a composition of drugs like high powered steroids and wanted to test on the dead bodies to know how long the dead bodies could stay. Immediately the Doctor put his composition drugs testing and made one steroid drug which could work on the dead body to ascertain how long the alive dead body could stay on. 

 

On one fine night, the Doctor, the scientist and one or two local leaders waited at the grave yard, to make an experiment on the alive dead body with the newly invented steroid, to know the results of the long stay of life in the dead body. Then, at one time in the mid night one dead body woke up through the ghost incarnation into the dead body, and immediately at that time, the Doctor gave the powerful newly invented steroid into the dead body. Immediately, the dead body became more and more alert, started speaking, as like a human being and was telling all the things about how he was dead, who was the cause and what was the cause, and other particulars like who was he, what was he, how much property he was having, in which banks his money was kept, what were his plans, who are their relatives, where they stay and started speaking very lengthy with non-stop oration. This result of new steroid testing on the ghost alive dead body was successful and the Doctor felt very happy. The Doctor and the Scientists, with the help of local leaders went home, prepared a very big project report on this new invention and testing on the ghost alive dead body. All the newspapers flashed this news. Every deceased person’s family members used to line up in front of the Doctors house and also Scientists house, for more information and wanted to test on the dead bodies of their relatives. The high powered newly invented steroid given to the just alive dead body used to work on the dead body for 24 hours; the dead body activated and was alive. The dead body used to answer all the questions of their close family members in a short manner. After 24 hours of time, the activated dead body became dead. This experiment of Scientist and the Doctor was successful. The Scientist and the Doctor became very rich in very short time, due to high demand from the relatives of the dead persons. 

 

THE DOCTOR’S EXPERIMENT ON THE DEAD BODY: 

 

 Then the Doctor brought one injection and one good steroid and was waiting for any dead body to move, on one night. Then as usual one dead body started moving here and there and singing, self-speaking and dancing and doing some type of exercises. Immediately, the Doctor waiting in readily gave this steroid injection to the dead body. Immediately, the dead body activated more time and spent the time for enjoying purpose. The Doctor watched the time. It was for three hours or so, the dead body danced and was doing some type of unknown exercises. Then the Doctor felt it that more powerful combination of steroids would make the dead body like this could stay for longer time. After observing the dead body that whole night, the Doctor left that place. Then after a couple of days, this Doctor had consulted one Scientist and Scientific researcher and had a detailed discussion on this. 

 

The Scientist also from medical field, after knowing well about things, was thinking about the medical education and recovery from ailments and medical compositions as drug for recoupment from almost gone case. The Scientist remembering the following and was discussing with the Doctor about the medical issues related to these types of cases. 

 

Author, Mantri Marku’s Real Ghost Experience: 

 

Way back in 1985, I already had two kids, daughter and son, was staying at a small two room rented house near to my office. I, my wife and my children were just managing with that house available, as that colony was the newly developing colony which was very near to my office. The proximity to reach my office in a short-cut route, was around 15 minutes by walk. 

 

Earlier, I used to travel by company and government bus to reach the office from a faraway place, the distance being one way 20 kms. There were no other transportation available to reach the office, in case I failed to catch the company bus in the early morning at 7.00 AM and by the time I reach home back, it was 5.30 PM. The roads were very small one, single line roads and with heavy type speed breakers on the roads. His entire route to office from my place was a Dakota road and very bad roads then. 

 

The owner of the building also used to stay along with his children and grandmother. House owner’s wife died due to cancer at a young age of 27 while working in our factory, which is the Public Sector Enterprise. 

 

I and my wife did not know about the cause of the death and only we could know that the house owner’s wife died due to cancer, after shifting into that house. I was just managing to settle-down in that house, as I was busy in my regular duties to my office. Later after 2 or 3 months, I was told by my friends and neighbors that a ghost like spirit wearing white saree like dress, by making few incredible sounds, roams the house each night, and I was advised to be careful at nights. We were shivering when the night approaches. The neighbors were far away residents. Most of the colony people knew well, that the house lady died of cancer at young age and she became ghost and making rounds around the house. Moreover, at the time of death due to cancer, the owner had three children, and all of them were settled at present. Colony people say that the lady died at an early age of 26 years without enjoying the life and had lot of affection towards her three children and hence she became as a ghost to look-after her children. But there was no harm done to anybody. There was a psychological fear and could not control our worry. 

 

Of course, initially, I could not believe this, but later I could accept the reality of this real ghost roaming my building, making me fear-gripped at nights Even, I could not have good sleep at night in those days, as I was closely watching the movements of the ghost with bangles sounds and some type of feeling like having a vibration when the ghost used to pass near the windows and the main doors.. Even I was no going to urinate at nights, where the toilet is located outside the house, but within the fencing compound. There was no light, and I had to carry torch light for any natural call. 

 

My wife even used to feel the ghost roaming around us and felt like unhappy during the nights. But, for use, there was no other go, except to continue staying in that rented house, as there were no other houses in that area, as the colony was just developing and the houses built were very few and that too here and there. 

 

I told my friends in office about the experience of this ghost like subject, my friends too confirmed that they too heard the same thing, and as the total colony new about this well. My friends advised me to shift to another house in that area, but I was not able to shift to another house, due to financial problems and also the money involved in the transportation and shifting charges. My wife regularly was hammering me in those days for shifting to another house to avoid this ghost issue. In those days I too was sometimes became nervous and I could not have sound sleep. This issue I could not talk to my children, as they were too small to understand. We were afraid about the ghost, that it may harm my children and decided to shift to another house to avoid this ghost trouble. Later, in less than a year, I shifted to another side of the colony house, a slightly a bigger house than the old one, and was happy with my family and children. 

 

DURING MID 1970’s, ONE CO-EMPLOYEE BY NAME Mr. Wesley was working in the factory, in one of the technical departments as a Technician. He was around 35 years old then. He used to sing good classical songs in Telugu and in Hindi languages. He was staying in the company provided quarters located near to the factory. He was active and used to participate in the company organized cultural functions. 

 

Wesley, of course, a family man and was having children, staying in the factory quarters. One day Wesley fell ill due to viral fever. He suddenly died at his quarter’s house on a factory working day. All his neighbours’, colleagues, friends, relatives visited his house to pay respects to the departed soul. The factory doctor also certified his death. All the formalities for burial at the near cemetery were completed. He was taken in a coffin to the graveyard. Some of his colleagues and family, relatives were present at the graveyard, where Wesley’s body was to burry. 

 

The Company Doctor immediately rushed to the house of Wesley and checked up the body and the respiration system, The doctor remembered about the total Anatomy and Body working system and gone back to the memories of his hey student days. The doctor could recollect the following as an imagination, before verifying Wesley’s body. 

 

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STORY-LINE SYNOPSIS
(WAR Paranormal Urban Fiction and Paranormal Day)

PART- I

An evil “King Kong Raj” who rules in a Planet called “King Kong Raj Planet”. He troubles and tortures all the people in his Planet and robs all their gold, jewelry and diamonds. People of that Planet fed-up with his rule.  This evil King has his own army who frequently robs and tortures people to gain an upper hand for this evil King. This evil King had some super-natural powers and  also maya, mantra, tantra by virtue of his staunch Prayers to Sun God. He even creates a big evil appearing thing, called “BING THING”, which cannot be killed or destroyed by anybody until the evil King Kong Raj gets killed. Maharshis and Rushis of this Planet also were tortured with cruelty. This Kings hefty soldiers and army rapes women, enjoys, robs and even destroys their properties. The battle is through Sword Fights, Dagger Fights, Arrow Fights and Fights with Maya (Illusion) and with the BING THING too.

An opponent group leader “The True Hero”, by name Vishal always tries to defend people and fights against this evil King Kong Raj many times, but in vain.  The Hero has the full support of the Maharshis and Rushis in this Planet and also Queen’s Angels
Angels of the nearby Planet called “Queens Planet”, and the Sun God also support “The True Hero Vishal”, who is a staunch supporter of the Sun God and Maharshis and Rushis. Vishal gets the blessings of all the people of the planet, Maharshis, Rushis, Queen’s Angels and the Sun God. 

In the long “save our souls” battle at the evil King’s Planet, the evil King Kong Raj ultimately gets defeated and dies. The True Hero Vishal also gets severely injured and dies. Vishal takes rebirth at the Earth as per the blessings of all the Maharshis, Rushis, Queen’s Angels and the Sun God. The True Hero Vishal becomes a Doctor.

PART II
Vishals takes birth again on Earth. The story of Vishal starts from his childhood and he becomes Physician and a Doctor in a family.



Today my exams are finished. Medical exams are hectic but after finishing my third year of college exam I feel relaxed. 

So after finishing my last paper I call my Mother and I say "Hello, Mummy" 

she told me "Hello Aarya.how was the paper? You left the hostel or not?" 

I said to her that "my paper was good and I will leave in twenty minutes " 

And after that, I cut off the call. 

Then I left my room after checking one last time in the room that I didn't forget to take anything. 

My college campus is quite big. It has different faculties colleges. It also has many hostels. Hostels are different according to fees and facilities. Boys and girls hostels are at some distance. 

After finishing the exam I'm going back home after a month so it feels good. 

My home is in Ahmedabad two hours away from my college in Baroda. Going back home after finishing my exams is a very different feeling. My close friends are from different places and my other classmates who are from Ahmedabad take too much time to get ready for going back home and I don't like to wait when it comes to going back home. So I prefer to go alone to the home. While walking towards the campus main gate I was thinking all this. 

After changing the rides I reach the bus stop. I love the window seats on the bus so I took that seat before someone else could take that. Sitting on the window seat and listening to music are my favourite things. 

I plugged the earphones into my phone and started playing music. 

I feel like music has the power to change my moods. I have Gujarati, Hindi, Punjabi, English and South Indian languages like Telugu and Malayalam language songs in my playlist. I don't understand all languages but I love music so I have all these languages songs in my playlist. 

I feel like music is like an emotion. Sometimes I don't understand the lyrics of different languages but I feel the music and emotions. Music works as a healing process for me. 

The bus starts and my songs playlist also starts on my phone and with the background music, my thoughts also start to rewind my memory of how from the first time going to university to today my love for college increases and how my friendship gets stronger and stronger day by day with my lovely friends. I write a list even about which movies and web series I have to watch during this one-week vacation. And after travelling for about two hours, my journey ends on the bus. 

I reach home and hug my mother, father, and my little brother. They all are waiting for me since I have called them saying that I left the hostel and I'm on my way back home. 

I have always felt blessed for having a lovely family. After a long time eating home food is a great feeling. 

After eating food I sat with my little brother Raj and we had a little talk about everything and I got to know that in December we have to go to my cousin's sister's wedding. I have known that she is going to marry this year-end or maybe next year but I don't know that dates will get fixed this soon. So after hearing this news I called her. 

I said "hello Meera" 

and she told me "hello Aarya" 

and I told her that 'today after finishing my exam I came home and got to know that your marriage date is fixed after one month.' 

She told me that As my exam was going on so she did not call me for this matter because she didn't want that during the exam. I got busy thinking about her marriage and got distracted in exam study. 

So she has decided to call me after my exams are finished. 

She asked me 'how were your exams?' and I told her that' the exams were good'. 

She told me how she wants me with her on her very special day as her dearest sister to be with her in all her rituals. 

so I assure her that I will be with her in every ritual and after talking about many things I hang up the call. 

After talking to her I felt a little emotional because it's her wedding and I will miss her. After the wedding also we can be in touch but a wedding is something that is going to give a change in her life and as well as the people close to her. 

She is very close to me and after hearing that her marriage is after one month I got excited and emotional because she is the one after my friends with whom I can share anything without any hesitation and I love her. 

Weddings of a sister always bring happiness with tears in the eyes. There is only one month remaining in the wedding so I have to do lots of preparation for the wedding. I have to buy dresses and also very charming lehenga for her wedding. 

At night I asked my mother when she is free so that we can go shopping. My mother has a very good test at shopping so it's good that we both will go shopping together to buy clothes. My father has always stayed away from coming together for shopping. My father does not hesitate to give us money but gets hesitant when it's about his shopping. They never say no to us about our shopping but when his turn comes he starts making excuses. But this time no excuse because my whole family is excited about Meera's wedding. So we all planned to go shopping together on Sunday. 

So this Sunday I will go shopping to buy everything I need to wear in different rituals of her marriage. 

A whole week passed by watching my favourite movies and web series and to my surprise, I had not left anything from my list. 

My mother wants to make all my favourite dishes which I want to eat and like every time my brother has argued that when you're not at home mummy didn't make my favourite dishes and tells me that she will make it when I come home and when I come home she gives priority to my favourite dishes and don't make his favourite dishes. So this time also that argument continues and I tell my mother to make his favourite dishes when he wants, but don't give the promise to him to make it when I come home. So a week passes with eating homemade food made by my mother and some days I made my brother's favourite dishes. 

On Sunday we go to different shopping stores to buy clothes and return back with so many shopping bags. After returning home we all are exhausted. My brother and father try the clothes one by one which we bought today and they both look really stunning. My mother and I then get busy deciding what to wear in which rituals. And the time at home passes too quickly. My holidays get over. Tomorrow I have to go to my college for the fourth year of medical college and after that, I have one year of internships. So my journey of college is about an end. 

I choose to become a doctor because of my love for study and helping people. I want to cure the patient and give happiness to them and their families by curing them. I love my journey in my college life because I learned many things and made close friends who became like family. 

My hostel life teaches me many things. 

It took me more than six months to adjust with the hostel mess food, still, it didn't give me satisfaction and tests like food made by my mother. 

The worst thing about hostel life is that no matter how much time I ignore mess food and go out to eat Pizza or anything in the canteen I still miss food made by my mother. 

It's like you don't value the things when you have it but when that goes away from you or you lose it you start giving it value. 

Late-night Maggie making in hostels gives the vibe of becoming a chef once again and feels like it's still better than today's mess food. 

No matter how hard I try to ignore mess food but still after eating the same type of food from canteen many times I start going mess and after that, till this year I start going mess when I'm at the hostel and didn't go only when I'm not at a hostel or when I feel that it's better to avoid mess food and eat something from campus canteen. 

Hostel life teaches me the value of home food and specially made by my mother. 

Late-night Maggie making, doing late-night talks with my roommate, watching movies together till late night are something which occurred rarely but whatever happened I enjoyed a lot in the hostel. 

In the initial days, it was worse for me to live in the hostel but with time I started enjoying my hostel life. 

And now this journey is about an end with many beautiful memories. 

While thinking all this when I got the sleep I don't remember.

"What kind of love do you want from me?" Aarav asked Aarya. 

 " I want you to love me Till You Can. I don't want you to say anything in pressure. I want you to realize your feelings for me from your heart. I only want your love from your heart."
Aarya told Aarav. 

Aarav is a guy who doesn't want to fall in love with his friend Aarya because he is afraid of falling in love and to accept his feelings towards her. Aarya wants that he realises his feelings without having any fear about love. 

Aarya is a medical student who was always focused on her studies and she fell in love for the first time with Aarav. Aarya is a girl loved by all the people around her. 

Aarav is an Engineer student who is interested in making his career in singing. For other people, he is a kind of guy who can express only one emotion that's anger. Only people who are close to him knew him properly.


Will Aarav understand what loves truly means?



To know more about them read the mesmerising journey of Aarya and Aarav.

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It was the year 8672 on the planet Earth. The planet had changed a lot during these years. Humanity had made huge advantages in science and technology especially in space science. Bharat, also called India till the 23rd century, had led the way rediscovering the hidden knowledge of its ancestors.
 Led by able leaders, the nation had looked into itself, analysing the ancient texts like the Ramayana and the Mahabharata. A detailed study of the ancient temples, forts and buildings in the nation had been made discovering astonishing technology used by the ancients.
 What was once dismissed as myth was now taken seriously and analysed in a scientific method. Sanskrit had been declared the national language of Bharat in the year 2406. The following year the education system had been revamped. The gurukul system of education was reintroduced creating responsible citizens in the country.
 Merit was given the highest importance. The skill of person was recognised early and the education revolved around honing that particular skill in the person. For example, a person with a talent for knowledge in the Vedas was taught the Vedas. A person with talent in pottery was taught pottery. Birth and status didn't matter anymore. People were taught what they were good at.
 Laws that favoured one section of the society to the detriment of others were done away with. Laws that encouraged division in the name of caste, creed, gender, religion etc were scrapped. Uniform Civil Code was implemented bringing everyone under the purview of law. People could no longer escape using loopholes that were meant to divide and break the unity of people.
 This had meant that happiness quotient of the masses increased as talent and merit was recognised, governance became efficient and corruption free, and the fruits of these reforms were enjoyed by the masses. Wealth increased and the land became prosperous surpassing the once recognised super powers of the world in wealth, technology, medicine, innovation and social security.
Buildings were renovated, new ones constructed displaying the wealth and grandeur of the nation. there was no slum or a broken down derelict building in the country. Even the lowest level workers lived in houses that made the elite in other countries jealous. Each adult in the society had an income that was twice that of an average officer grade employee in other countries.
 It was into such an advanced nation that the banished Princess of Ambapuram had arrived. As she appeared on top of a thick mango tree, she tried to calm herself. She had now arrived on an alien planet with no hope of ever being able to go back. She was now supposed to be a human among humans.
 She stayed in the branches hidden by the thick foliage of the mango tree. When she was certain that no one was around, she dropped silently onto the ground. She had to find a place to live. She was too vulnerable out in the open; especially without her royal guard to protect her. Tears threatened to flow out of her eyes as she thought of her dear parents, her fiancé and her friends. All that had changed for no fault of hers.
She had trusted the Captain of the Western Towers. Yet he had been the first to betray her. She didn't mind being away from the throne. She didn't want it. But what hurt her the most was the way she had been cast away from her country. She would have gladly taken the option to leave the country if they didn't want her on the throne.
But, no. they had to be too cruel and close the gates to her world for ever. she was now stranded on an alien planet with no means of communication or to feed herself. Her first priority was to find a place to live. And work that could help her survive honourably.
 She started walking out of the mangrove trying to find a way out and to civilization. As she neared the entrance of the mangrove forest, she was suddenly surrounded by twenty uniformed soldiers with automatic weapons in their hands.
 "Must be the local law enforcement!" she thought as she raised her hands in surrender. Two of the soldiers quickly handcuffed her and loaded her into the waiting vehicle that had "police" written in big bold letters.
 She was silent throughout the journey to the local police station. Neither did the police force try to question her. It was as if they were sizing each other up mentally. It seemed to be a battle of wills as they locked gazes on each other in silent contemplation.
 The vehicle was heavily armed with bullet proof and mine proof body and puncture resistant tires. The shields could withstand the impact of up to ten super advanced missile and canon strikes. It could also survive five hits by EMP and nuclear weapons. There was an eight barrel gun mounted on top that could allow the men to fire in all directions simultaneously.
 It came to a stop in front of the police station. It looked more like a luxury hotel rather than a police station. The gates slid open as the vehicle passed through the gate and slid slut once it was inside the compound. The policemen escorted the princess into the station and locked her up in a cell.
 The cell was a spacious room with a foam bed and a foam pillow. Beside the bed was an clay pot that was skilfully painted with beautiful designs. The lid was done equally artistically. The mud glass also had charming patterns painted on it. In the middle of the room was a dining table with a complete set of chairs and cutlery. Towards the left end of the room was a kitchen with a rack of shelves to hold plates and dishes. Towards the right of the room was a door with "Wash Area" written in English, Telugu and Sanskrit.
 The princess was confused. Was this a hotel they had brought her to? Did the police here treat prisoners like royal guests? Or were they treating her like this since she was wearing royal clothes? Though she had been taken to trial in chains, she had been allowed to wear clothes fit for a princess who was the heir apparent to the throne.
 She looked up as a tall, handsome man entered the cell. Was he the ruler of some unknown planet? Or was he a god out to survey his creation? She blushed as she looked at his beautifully sculpted body. His broad shoulders, charming chest, adorable face, and those legs! She felt a sensation that suddenly made her feel hot and gasp for air. Who was this man who had stirred such sensations in her?
 The officer sat in the chair looked royal with its golden legs and maroon cushion seat. The national flag of saffron, white and green with the dharma chakra in the middle, could be seen on the head of the chair. He crossed his legs causing an inward groan in the lady. She was suddenly nervous in front of him, something that had never happened before.
 He looked at the beautiful lady in front of him? Who was this angel? And why was she dressed in rags? She had an grace that was divine and royal. Yet those clothes! Why did beautiful women have to be so poor? His heart ached at the thought. He shook his head and looked at her again.
 She appeared to be a teenager; 18-20 years at the most. A lovely face; captivating eyes that were too deep to fathom; Rosy cheeks that looked cute as she blushed. Why was she blushing? Lips that were full and red inviting him to capture them. And a body that was mesmerising with all its womanly curves and graceful beauty that stirred something in his 25 years of manliness. She was a rare beauty who should be in a palace, not in a lowly cell in a police station.
 He shook his head at his thoughts and crossed his legs again feeling uncomfortable at the sudden desire that was kindled in him. He felt fiercely protective of this woman. There was something fragile in that brave exterior. There was a sadness in her that he wanted to dispel; a sense of hopelessness and resignation in the slump of her shoulders. This woman had gone through a lot.
 "Who are you?" he asked taking out his note pad.
"xxx aabcn keiols saamveer busa busa dorman doo sam saar."
"Sorry, what language is that? I cannot understand you. Please speak in Telugu."
"aaa mnoees swaaee. Ooor laamsi furr."
He looked at the policeman standing behind him and said, "Get me a translation device."
"Yes, sir." He saluted and marched out smartly returning almost immediately with a small, sleek looking black device the size of a pocket calculator.
"Alright let's start again. Who are you?" the device translated his words into the native tongue of the princess. It sounded like stones being rolled in a thin tin can vigorously. Though the sound was harsh, when it was converted into Telugu, it sounded sweet and musical to the ears. The princess spoke with a ring of authority in her voice.

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It was the year 8672 on the planet Earth. The planet had changed a lot during these years. Humanity had made huge advantages in science and technology especially in space science. Bharat, also called India till the 23rd century, had led the way rediscovering the hidden knowledge of its ancestors. 

Led by able leaders, the nation had looked into itself, analysing the ancient texts like the Ramayana and the Mahabharata. A detailed study of the ancient temples, forts and buildings in the nation had been made discovering astonishing technology used by the ancients. 

What was once dismissed as myth was now taken seriously and analysed in a scientific method. Sanskrit had been declared the national language of Bharat in the year 2406. The following year the education system had been revamped. The gurukul system of education was reintroduced creating responsible citizens in the country. 

Merit was given the highest importance. The skill of person was recognised early and the education revolved around honing that particular skill in the person. For example, a person with a talent for knowledge in the Vedas was taught the Vedas. A person with talent in pottery was taught pottery. Birth and status didn't matter anymore. People were taught what they were good at. 

Laws that favoured one section of the society to the detriment of others were done away with. Laws that encouraged division in the name of caste, creed, gender, religion etc were scrapped. Uniform Civil Code was implemented bringing everyone under the purview of law. People could no longer escape using loopholes that were meant to divide and break the unity of people. 

This had meant that happiness quotient of the masses increased as talent and merit was recognised, governance became efficient and corruption free, and the fruits of these reforms were enjoyed by the masses. Wealth increased and the land became prosperous surpassing the once recognised super powers of the world in wealth, technology, medicine, innovation and social security. 

Buildings were renovated, new ones constructed displaying the wealth and grandeur of the nation. there was no slum or a broken down derelict building in the country. Even the lowest level workers lived in houses that made the elite in other countries jealous. Each adult in the society had an income that was twice that of an average officer grade employee in other countries. 

It was into such an advanced nation that the banished Princess of Ambapuram had arrived. As she appeared on top of a thick mango tree, she tried to calm herself. She had now arrived on an alien planet with no hope of ever being able to go back. She was now supposed to be a human among humans. 

She stayed in the branches hidden by the thick foliage of the mango tree. When she was certain that no one was around, she dropped silently onto the ground. She had to find a place to live. She was too vulnerable out in the open; especially without her royal guard to protect her. Tears threatened to flow out of her eyes as she thought of her dear parents, her fiancé and her friends. All that had changed for no fault of hers. 

She had trusted the Captain of the Western Towers. Yet he had been the first to betray her. She didn't mind being away from the throne. She didn't want it. But what hurt her the most was the way she had been cast away from her country. She would have gladly taken the option to leave the country if they didn't want her on the throne. 

But, no. they had to be too cruel and close the gates to her world for ever. She was now stranded on an alien planet with no means of communication or to feed herself. Her first priority was to find a place to live. And work that could help her survive honourably. 

She started walking out of the mangrove trying to find a way out and to civilization. As she neared the entrance of the mangrove forest, she was suddenly surrounded by twenty uniformed soldiers with automatic weapons in their hands. 

"Must be the local law enforcement!" she thought as she raised her hands in surrender. Two of the soldiers quickly handcuffed her and loaded her into the waiting vehicle that had "police" written in big bold letters. 

She was silent throughout the journey to the local police station. Neither did the police force try to question her. It was as if they were sizing each other up mentally. It seemed to be a battle of wills as they locked gazes on each other in silent contemplation. 

The vehicle was heavily armed with bullet proof and mine proof body and puncture resistant tires. The shields could withstand the impact of up to ten super advanced missile and canon strikes. It could also survive five hits by EMP and nuclear weapons. There was an eight barrel gun mounted on top that could allow the men to fire in all directions simultaneously. 

It came to a stop in front of the police station. It looked more like a luxury hotel rather than a police station. The gates slid open as the vehicle passed through the gate and slid shut once it was inside the compound. The policemen escorted the princess into the station and locked her up in a cell. 

The cell was a spacious room with a foam bed and a foam pillow. Beside the bed was an clay pot that was skilfully painted with beautiful designs. The lid was done equally artistically. The mud glass tumbler also had charming patterns painted on it. In the middle of the room was a dining table with a complete set of chairs and cutlery. Towards the left end of the room was a kitchen with a rack of shelves to hold plates and dishes. Towards the right side of the room was a door with "Wash Area" written in English, Telugu and Sanskrit. 

The princess was confused. Was this a hotel they had brought her to? Did the police here treat prisoners like royal guests? Or were they treating her like this since she was wearing royal clothes? Though she had been taken to trial in chains, she had been allowed to wear clothes fit for a princess who was the heir apparent to the throne. 

She looked up as an eight feet tall, handsome man entered the cell. Was he the ruler of some unknown planet? Or was he a god out to survey his creation? She blushed as she looked at his beautifully sculpted body. His broad shoulders, charming chest, adorable face, and those legs! She felt a sensation that suddenly made her feel hot and gasp for air. Who was this man who had stirred such sensations in her? 

The officer sat in the chair looked royal with its golden legs and maroon cushion seat. The national flag of saffron, white and green with the dharma chakra in the middle, could be seen on the head of the chair. He crossed his legs causing an inward groan in the lady. She was suddenly nervous in front of him, something that had never happened before. 

He looked at the beautiful lady in front of him? Who was this angel? And why was she dressed in rags? She had an grace that was divine and royal. Yet those clothes! Why did beautiful women have to be so poor? His heart ached at the thought. He shook his head and looked at her again. 

She appeared to be a teenager; 18-20 years at the most. A lovely face; captivating eyes that were too deep to fathom; Rosy cheeks that looked cute as she blushed. Why was she blushing? Lips that were full and red inviting him to capture them. And a body that was mesmerising with all its womanly curves and graceful beauty that stirred something in his 25 years of manliness. She was a rare beauty who should be in a palace, not in a lowly cell in a police station. 

He shook his head at his thoughts and crossed his legs again feeling uncomfortable at the sudden desire that was kindled in him. He felt fiercely protective of this woman. There was something fragile in that brave exterior. There was a sadness in her that he wanted to dispel; a sense of hopelessness and resignation in the slump of her shoulders. This woman had gone through a lot. 

"Who are you?" he asked taking out his note pad. 

"xxx aabcn keiols saamveer busa busa dorman doo sam saar." 

"Sorry, what language is that? I cannot understand you. Please speak in Telugu." 

"aaa mnoees swaaee. Ooor laamsi furr." 

He looked at the policeman standing behind him and said, "Get me a translation device." 

"Yes, sir." He saluted and marched out smartly returning almost immediately with a small, sleek looking black device the size of a pocket calculator. 

"Alright let's start again. Who are you?" the device translated his words into the native tongue of the princess. It sounded like stones being rolled in a thin tin can vigorously. Though the sound was harsh, when it was converted into Telugu, it sounded sweet and musical to the ears. The princess spoke with a ring of authority in her voice.

A princess is charged with treason and is banished to Earth. Who is she? What is her story? Come, travel with us on Princess Varsha's journey to retake her throne.
The book cover shows the aerial view of the ancient city of Hampi, one of the most prominent cities of the Vijayanagara Empire in South India, that withstood the onslaught of ravaging Mughal forces for more than 400 years till it was sacked. 
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"That's my boy." rejoiced aunty with a fist-pump with me. 

"Oh my good Lord! Kick some sense into this idiot. No way you're going to be doing that." Mom was really starting to get worried. 

"See I told you, he is gonna get married even before his school ends." opened up aunt, irking mom even more. 

"Now you don't complicate things. That girl is like moon to him. Stop giving him false hopes" Mom was trying to talk some sense. 

"Why do you think so?" aunt took sides with me. 

"My dear is equally good for any girl." Now that's something positive, at least aunt's on my side. 

But what exactly is mom referring to? Moon to me? I'm I that unworthy? Of course I may not have the 'cool dude' looks, still I'm worth something. 

"Ok let me brief. One! They are Hindu." Mom started to list out the reasons. 

"Even you were a Hindu, but you got converted. We can do the same." I asserted. 

"OK. I'm not really sure as to how you plan on making that happen. Anyways moving on. Two! They are Telugu." 

"C'mon. So were we. In fact we still are." Aunt echoed. 

Mom was a Telugu Brahmin before she got married. Well it wasn't a love tale, but an arranged one. Dad placed only condition though, to get converted to Christianity and mom agreed. The same goes with aunt too. Once mum and dad were married. Aunt who's my mum's sister and my dad's brother got together. Of course only one condition again, had to get converted to Christianity. 

"Fine. Three! Let me give you something that we are not, but they are. They are rich!" mom emphasised. 

The last point did make sense. 

"Yeah! But I will also be one day." I exclaimed without even realising the seriousness of the commitment that I'm making. 

I seriously had to consider the last remark. The first two? Nah, not a worry as far as I'm concerned. I have a living example right in front of me. My Mom. 

Somehow I feel I could do the same with Anshu, get her converted, or convinced at least. Even if not, I didn't want to hear a no from mom even before I took my first step, so tried to dispense the topic.

Hello. I'm Not A Writer. I'm Doing This Out Of My Love for someone. 

Someone who? You will know..once you start reading the book.

Thank you Yang Studio for helping me with this.

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When did it all begin? 

Long before I could even know the difference between certain pleasantness of life. 
Long before I learnt to spell my name. 
Long before I could know anything. 

It was our kindergarten. We were those free birds, caring about nothing, worrying about nothing. An age where nothing matters, other than our toys and candy bars. But I still remember her toddle. Her cheekiness. 

I remember how beautiful a kiddo girl she was even back then.

"No this won't work."

"Good, but not enough."

"Should I add this part? or will it become messed up?."

"Still not good enough."

"May be I should..."

....

...

It's been 2 days since that day. Aside of eating, sleeping and some daily routines, Arjun fully immersed in internet. He had been reading articles, stories, gossips, reviews, comments about Tollywood for 2 full days without taking a break.

Unlike most of the other countries, India in his previous world didn't had an official National Language. Although Hindi was considered as one, it was only popular in some states but not in all. There were 29 states in Previous India, with hundreds of different languages. But only 22 languages were official.

As for the India in this world, there weren't 29 states here but 10 regions apart from one independent capital city.

Similarly, the languages are also different.

Delhi City - Engish language is popular here

Kashmir Region : Kashmiri as it's official language, it's entertainment industry called Kashywood

Himalaya Region, Madhya Pradesh region: Ancient Sanskrit language, Himawood

Bihar Region, Uttar Pradesh region, Rajasthan Region : Hindi language, Bollywood

Tamil Nadu Region : Tamil language, Kollywood

Kerala Region : Malayam language, Mollywood

Telangana Region, Andhra Region : Telugu language, Tollywood.

This world's Indian regions were a lot randomized and simplified than Arjun's previous Earth's India. But the complexity, it still exist.

Except for the times when everyone unite to fight against foreign enemy, the innate rivalry among the regions is still there.

It was not just languages that are different, even traditions, food varieties, cultures, tastes are also different. One thing that is popular in one region might not be as popular in other regions.

The reason why Arjun was so hesitating is precisely because of this. 

For his first performance, should he re-create something that was World wide famous?

Or Nation wide famous?

Or Region wide famous?

As he was debating internally, Arjun suddenly a remember a story. A famous story called 'Gajendra Moksham' from the book 'Bhagavatham', one of the sacred books of Hinduism from his previous world.

( My translation ( it might not be that correct, just for reference anyway): Ganjendra Moksha - Liberation of Elephant King; Bhagavatham - The story of the Almighty one.)

Once upon a time, there was a king of Elephants, which was huge and very arrogant. Even when facing Lion, the king of forest, it never showed fear. It was always fearless and unbridled. 

One day, it rudely entered into a lake, which was originally a territory of a normal crocodile. It started bathing arrogantly, not at all caring about the small crocodile. Since it's size was only one tenth of Elephant's, the Elephant king completely disregarded it.

Being provoked it's dignity, the crocodile got angry. It bit the Elephant king's leg between it teeth and tightened it's grip, started dragging the Elephant king towards the depth of lake.

The arrogant Elephant king instantly became powerless. It had a strength which was multiple times higher than the small crocodile, but so what? It couldn't muster any of it in the water at all. For days and nights, it struggled desperately. Yet the Elephant king couldn't break free from Crocodile clutches at all.

That was until Great Vishnu, one of the 3 supreme Gods descended personally to save the Elephant king, who was his loyal worshipper. 

So no matter how powerful you are outside, you have bow your head to local dragons in their regions.


Arjun's eyes shined as he remembered the story. 

Indeed. No matter how famous, how great, how awesome an Oscar film might be, it could never be as popular as a local cinema in that place.

So in the end, Arjun decided to choose something that was very popular in Telangana state from his previous world. 

Thankfully, he confirmed that while this Telangana region is a lot randomized than his previous world Telangana State. The tastes of people, basic traditions and beliefs are still same. So Arjun doesn't need to worry if those from his previous world will work here are not.

After careful research and lot of internet surfing, Arjun finally a choose to perform a Comedy skit for the Fest.

There were multiple reasons for him to choose this.

First, his skill in talking is highest, at SR Grade. So he could make more impact on the crowd through Skit than through singing or dancing. 

Second, efficiency. Skits are a lot easier to practice. With only 1 week remaining for the Fest, Skits are far better option than others.

Infact, the first and seconds reason were just secondary, the most important reason is Arjun found this world's comedy skits lacking. They were just too lacking. 

During the last two days, he watched many skits online. Comparing them to those from his previous world, he couldn't help but feel they were bland.

Take the elephant and ant joke for example: Once an ant and elephant were going on a new scooter. They met with an accidant.The elephant was died but ant was alive. Why?

Because ant was wearing a helmet !

..... Lame, right?

This kind of jokes can make you smile but not make laugh your heart out. Those skits are also similar. They can make you smile but can not make you laugh loudly. 

The people of this world are truly pitiful.  They never experienced the true comedy skits. The kind of true comedy skit that doesn't had complex dialogues, the kind of ones that doesn't need one to put much thought into, the kind of simple one that can make you laugh you ass out.

Anyway now that he is here, he definitely had to show these people what true comedy is and he had the perfect idea about what to show.

Jabardasth!

The one of a kind comedy show that crowned as best among Telugu shows for more than 5 years. Among the over 1000 skits, the number of hit skits are not small.

Since the time he could perform on the stage is limited, he naturally can't perform all of those skits. So he could only choose best parts from some best skits and assemble them into one super skit.

Honestly Arjun kinda felt embarrassed for using without their creator's consent. 

But for the sake of rise of entertainment industry, for the sake Tollywood development, for the sake people's happiness, for the sake of him becoming a world famous- *Ahem for the sake of world peace, he could only grit his teeth and continue for the cause.

"...."

Anyway, after a few hours 'hard work', he finally made a satisfactory script for the skit.

"Now time to recruits the actors for skit."

Arjun thought about it for moment before calling his friend Sri Ram.

The other side quickly answered the call

"Hey dude, Pulihora mixing successful?"

Sri Ram's teasing voice echoed through the phone, making Arjun roll his eyes.

( Note: Pulihora is a south Indian rice speciality. The phrase 'pulihora mixing' is used when teasing someone who tried to flirt with a female.)

"Forget about that.. I got some work for you to do. Bring Pranav and a couple of others to my place. Be fast."

Arjun quickly hung up the phone, not wanting to hear any of the Sri Ram's nonsense.

Arjun picked up a strange mobile phone that only had 2 apps: YouTube, Google. The next day he woke up, he found himself in a parrallel world. Surprisingly, the phone also accompanied him to this world.

With the cheat-like phone and a handsome face, Arjun found himself the way to realise his dreams thus becomes an ultimate plagoriz- *ahem World Famous Super Star.


Note: Cover isn't mine, all credit to the it's creator :)

( Dropped )

Oh MY GANAPATHY BAPA What happening in my life Ahh now I'm standing in middle of a forest in Assam with Stanger while wearing their traditional wedding dress and getting married to that Stanger against my will.

I didn't plan my marriage like this never. I have lots of dreams about my marriage. it's not my plan of wedding. I want my marriage like festival. I want to get married in five different ways like telugu traditional wedding, tamil traditional wedding, panjabi or Gujarati or marathi traditional wedding , Church wedding , muslim wedding. i want a destination weddings in goa or Andaman Island for minimum five days in five different types of wedding. Yah I know I have weirdest dream but it's is my life time dream and don't judge me guys I know I'm weird but that me.

Ahh where is my manners I forgot to introduce myself, well sorry guys I can't keep my mouth shut so that a reason I'm taking to myself in my thoughts.

Well first let me introduce myself I'm Aaranya Yah just Aaranya no family name or dad name. Has I so engrossed in my speaking I forgot now I'm getting married. well my thoughts intercept by that Stanger, has he placed pinch of sindhoor in my hair line and tie mangalsutra or thali in my neck.

well I think Im not just Aaranya any more and I don't know this Stanger name well now my stange husband's name.
so you guys call me Aaru. Im a traveler, you Tuber, blog writer, or you can simply say Aaru the explorer well it's like favourite cartoon show in childhood Dora the explorer well now too it's my favorite but I love Doraemon and shinchan more now. 
I'm 24 age old girl. I love to travel so I started my travel at 18 age. Five years I'm traveled lots of places like Agra, Kerala, karanataka, Tamilnadu, Mumbai, Andra, Telugunadu , I'm Graduated tourist and hotel management in India best open University. I work has Traveler writer, You Tuber, bloger, Volunteer, Take Stock Photographs, Work Remotely, Buy Local Products and Sell them Online, Work on a Yacht Crew, Work on Farms of other people ect.
I love to explore new things. What I'm saying? yah yah now I'm married and didn't know my so called husband name.
My dream got scattered.
Now what ?????

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Okay guys this is my third story. This is my story. I don't want any to copy this if anyone do you guys have to face worst of mine. 

i hope guys like Aaranya. but how our Aaru got married ?? well stay tuned in next chapter our Aaru will explain till then 
bye my sweethearts.

                               ~ Siri Yardhu ❤️






A day to remember , everyone has both a special day and worst day in their life, so here our heroine Aaranya or you can call her Aaru, the queen of ran away.
Her speciality is running, no she is not a Athlete or a sports player, she run away from her problems, everything. 
Till now she running away, what happen when she couldn't runaway could she able to face it ??

Her dream is to get married but she couldn't stay committed, well it's weird right, weird is her mid name. what is actually her dream?? what happened in the dream? let's see the story of weird girl and her day that turned her life upside down.

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