Inside of a secretive underground location in California, each having their own security detail and their group of retinues, six individuals with very distinguishable styles of fashion met up inside of a special room with reinforced alloy doors and specialized concrete walls. Each of the six sat by one side of the hexagonal table in the middle of the room, while their security detail waited outside the room and their retinues stood beside them.

Sitting among them was none other than Carol Summers, Known to the outside world as a real estate developer, investor and ruthless businesswoman. Sitting on the opposite side of Carol Summers, was Tamil Brooke with condescension, self importance and in his invisible tall hat practically twirling his curly mustache, a member of The Council of Ancient Wizards and Conjurers, and leader of its North America Chapter. Sitting on her right side, was Soren Lupei, a man with a glorious full beard and wise green eyes. He was probably the only one with whom Carol could have a non-bad conversation. On her left, was Lucias Vyn, the wise, smiley but mean Godmother of the Vyn family, and the one that leads the biggest group of gifted mercenaries. And who, according to whispers on the street, always over charges.

Sitting on Tamil Brooke's left side, was Paulo Chang, a bald old man wearing all blue and even dyed his eyebrows and hair blue. He was drinking out of a gourd and not paying attention to anyone or himself. He was the ambassador of the elementals, element spirits and fog dwellers. Despite his age, he was probably the most volatile and short-fused of all six individuals around the table. On Tamil Brooke's right side was Xyankor, the least talkative one in the six, who represented the Depth Dwellers, a group of mythical humanoid creatures not many in the world had heard of.

"Shall we convene the meeting?" Tamil said: "I can't stand the Californian air, all your wildfires just filled the air with ashes, smoke and the smell of hobo excrement."

"We should start." Lucias Vyn said with her signature smile: "I have an important family meeting to attend to, and you are not as lovely nor caring as my family. So the sooner we can finish the better."

"Ms. Summers? You called the meeting, why don't you start us off?" Soren turned to Carol Summers and said.

"Okay, Bill?" Carol Summers snapped her finger, and one of her assistants put a small tablet on the table and gave it a light tap.

A hologram was projected from an overhead projector - it was a 3-D mapping of a part of an underground tunnel system. In the center, it was a giant station, connected to multiple branches and rails.

"This is the AeixiiMhundu Tunnel, you should have heard of it by now. An infrastructure project headed by billionaire Thaicus Theon. " Carol Summers stood up and introduced what was on the hologram: "Theon put a hefty bounty through all of us. But so far, no one in any of our leagues was able to claim it, or produce any evidence that they actually cleaned the tunnels."

"Yeah, I remember, the bounty that got one of my grandsons killed. " Lucias Vyn said, while the signature smile disappeared from her face: "But it was gone, by the time my next team got there."

"So it is true. What my team reported. " Soren said: "They reported that they encountered a team sent by Thaicus Theon himself at the entrance. Those people told my team that they should not enter, because someone with immeasurable power was in the tunnel handling the bounty. My team went in, and they were pushed out by some invisible force." 

"Huh, so did this...  team of yours find anything?" Tamil Brooke asked, "Sounds like something my peers would do. To seal the battlefield and remain unbothered by the naive and clueless, thus sparing them of the tragic fate of unintended injuries or death. Very benign and generous, my fellows are."

"No. They could not find anything as all entrances to the central area of the tunnel were sealed off by this same force." Soren just ignored the hint of conceit in Tamil Brooke's words : "Whoever it was, it was definitely really powerful. And that person was trying to keep their identity a secret. My team asked Mr. Theo's team what that person looked like, and three of them gave three different descriptions. That person was either a man or a woman, either tall and thin, and either really strong and muscular or slim and surrounded by smoke."

"Interesting. A projective cloaking spell? That's quite sophisticated a technique. One only few accomplished wizards have mastered. It serves one's desire to fully hide their identity and traces by creating a cloak of mental projection that reflects a mixture of an image of the gazers' fears, anxieties and expectations. " Tamil Brooke said with his mustache twitching: "I am almost certain this is the doing of one of my league members - we have fellows that are known for their whimsicality and fondness of playing pranks on the more… simple and untrained minds."

"This kind of spell is not unheard of from members of the Trinity Convent." Carol Summers shook her head and said: "But I am not here to take credit of the bounty -  we all know that the bounty needs to be claimed and verified ..."

"You are both wrong!" Paulo Chang suddenly put down his gourd and yelled with a red face: "This is clearly thanks to the elementals, which are members of my league. None of your leagues' parlor tricks and magic rabbits are a match for this kind of dangerous situation. Our records and power is the proof of that!"

"Paulo, we are not here about the credit..."

"Shut up you wretched witch!" this time Paulo Chang's yell echoed in the room, his body floated in the air, glowing in blue and electric sparks bursting around him, and his eyes lit up in blue: "Are you challenging the power of us elementals? I am happy to give you a lesson, with death!"

"Stand down, Chang. " Soren Lupei stood up: "This is a meeting among high brokers, all should remain civil. Or do you want to endure the cost of breaking your word when you got your seat at the table?"

"Humph" Paulo Chang was still not drunk or arrogant enough to face both Soren Lupei and Carol Summers, so he floated back down to his seat.

"Thank you Soren, and you, Chang." Carol Summers nodded to both Soren Lupei and Paulo Chang: "As I just said, I didn't call this meeting to talk about who should take credit for what happened. If anyone comes forward to claim it we should verify. But what I brought here is something I noticed … here, take a look." Then, she passed out several sheets of paper with some printed words on them, but most of the words were already almost completely faded for some unknown reason.

"These are some of the documents of the bounty and of the intel I gathered about the thing that resided in the central station of the tunnels." Carol Summers continued: "They were printed no more than one and a half months before, the latest were printed as early as two weeks ago."

"Do you… have a really bad printer? Or do you use cheap ink?" Lucias Vyn slowly laid her fingers on one sheet of paper, "I thought a business mogul like you would choose your operational tools more wisely."

"I do, and I did, Vyn." Carol Summers lightly squinted her eyes: "The records were almost mysteriously wiped. That includes some digital records we have as well. My security team ran several checks - no one illegally accessed those records."

"Could it be the case that your security measures are as disorganized as your convent and misguided as your crude attempts at enchantations?" Tamil Brook asked.

"They are as impeccable as any high level corporate security measure should be. It's the 21st century and no one is using age old scrolls and wax seals for storing important information." Carol Summers looked at everyone at the table: "If you are even half as intel savvy as I am, I'd imagine the same thing would have happened to your records as well."

"My league doesn't keep written or digital records. But we did notice that some of the team members' memories of what happened that night were curiously missing important details." after a long pause, Soren said: "We thought it was because of some kind of spell they encountered in the tunnels. But looks like it might be something else - something is removing the records and history of whatever resided in the tunnels."

"But that is impossible, no one has power with this kind of scale." Lucias Vyn shook her head: "You might be making connections that aren't there."

"I agree with mama reaper there." Paulo Chang took a big chug from his gourd: "That is something from fairytales. "

"Not exactly. My league, through our long history, have stories and records passing down from generations before us." Xyankor, the one who did not say even one word since he entered the room, now spoke up with a deep and hoarse voice: "It can be done with the right spell, and a Stone of Negation."

He left his home, unwillingly, to a realm of cultivation, Xianshu, mythical manuals and Dao. And now he’s here due to a failed attempt at going home, a place bears a lot of resemblance but not the same.

“At least it’s close enough here. I’ll get there on my next jump.” Jianmen Yu said to himself, “But while I’m prepping, let me do my old job here for a bit.”

And there we have it, “Xianshi Inn”, run by a cultivator, who’s not of this world. Don’t mess with it or its employees, the owner will kick your ass, no matter who you are, no matter WHAT you are.

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              Most interesting stories are told amid a crisis. This story is not an exception.
        My story is strange and confusing. It's like a good novel with lots of twists and turns. In the series of my life, I never expected this book.
      It all started in Chennai, Tamil Nadu ( also known as Madras). My family was full of entrepreneurs there. I've always loved that. Because entrepreneurs are creators. So essentially I come from creative genes.
    But that's in India. In America, we're just a bunch of immigrants who happen to have a Work Visa.
    I couldn't want it any other way.
    We have moved a lot. One minute we were in New Jersey. The next we had bought a house in Tampa, Florida.
    There we found a permanent home.
    Until I moved to Albany, New York for my schooling career. At the young age of thirteen years old. That is where this story starts. Technically I was on the plane ride there. But still
      On another note, I should introduce myself.
      My name is Isla Jaykripa Kalairasan.



“So, what did you think of my game on Friday?” I turn to stare at Rae with raised brows, despite the bruised eye and busted lip she still has a huge grin on her face. 

Her team won the game on Friday so I can tell she’s pretty elated. When Camille was finally let into the game, I finally saw what Eva meant when she said they valued the defects like they do star quarterback in a football game. She was a blur on the field whenever she had the ball in her hands, and she scored 24 goals for the water team. It was like watching a female version of the flash in a field of elemental’s. 

No one could keep up with her speed, nor her strength, I’m pretty sure most player’s ended up with broken bones considering how she’d thrown some of them in the air. I never thought the defects could be that strong, but I guess in a way the magic in their blood wasn’t completely useless. 

As we slowly took a walk through the school’s park, I let out a sigh, thinking carefully over her question. Therapy with Amelia got cancelled again so I agreed when she called me up to hang out. She grabs my arm to get my attention and motions for us to sit, so we settled down on the metal bench facing the view of a clear lake and watched as students walked, ran, or rode by on rented bikes. It’s Sunday and most couples or friends are simply having a picnic or playing around in the lake. “It was… something else.” I finally respond, a grimace slipping onto my face. 

She busts out laughing despite her busted lip and places her hand on her face with a look of slight pain. 

“You can be honest Coral,” She chuckles, turning to me with a smile. “I know it’s a rough sport.” 

“Rough?” I turn to give her a disbelieving look. “Rough doesn’t even begin to describe that game. 

“Okay fine, it’s violent. But-” 

“But nothing,” I cut her off. “I had to watch a person get hit by a large boulder and then thrown into the air, only to land on the bleachers where I sat. That isn’t normal, I mean there was a pool of blood coming out of her helmet!” 

“So the game isn’t something I’d advise normal people to try, but in case you forget we’re not normal.” 

“We’re not immortal either.” I deadpan. Resting a hand on her shoulder, I ask sincerely. “Don’t you get that you could die from trying to win some stupid victory cup?” 

When she doesn’t respond I shake my head and turn back to staring as students passed by. “That game should be banned.” 

“I see your point,” She reluctantly acknowledges. “I also have to admit that the game helps train our minds. It improves our strengths, makes you nimble, and it helps to keep fit.” 

“And what good would those things do when you're dead?” 

“Not much.” She concedes. Sighing, she turns to me and smiles. “Let’s talk about something else, this is getting depressing.” 

“Fine, here’s a question that has been plaguing my mind for some time now. Why did you and Michael say you're to blame for what happened to me when I first arrived, I mean your both water elemental’s?” 

She grins and leans back on the bench. “I thought you forgot about that incident?” 

“I asked, and someone finally told me about what happened.” 

“Oh,” She mumbles, curious, but then shrugs. “Well Michael and I were practising at the back of the academy with a fire elemental and it was because we unintentionally sent the dragon over the school building that you had that scare. We’ve been warned not to practice shape-shifting with our elements out in the open because of how dangerous it could be but, we were dared to fight and I don’t back down from a fight.” 

“Who would dare you-” 

“Bianca.” 

“Oh, is that why you were trying to piss her off at the cafeteria that day?” 

She chuckles. “I know it’s childish but it gave me a great deal of satisfaction to see her reeled up.” 

I shake my head at the proud grin on her face. “So,” She perks up, changing the subject. “How are your classes?” 

We spent thirty more minutes at the park before driving back to the dorms, and as Rae dropped me off I’m surprised to see Steven standing in front of the cabin. I got down and threw Rae a questioning look but she only shrugs in response. 

Slamming the door, I walk up to him as she slowly drove away. “Is something wrong?” 

“No,” He smiles, shaking his head. “I just got back from a business trip and was wondering how you were doing?” 

“Really?” I blink, a little surprised. I mean, I wasn't aware he’d left the academy at all. “I'm fine I guess, same as I was the last time we talked.” 

Nodding, he glances down to an expensive watch wrapped around his wrist loosely and smiles even more. “I was just about to have dinner and was wondering if maybe you’d like to join me?” 

Raising my brows, I stare at him intently to know if he’s joking. “Dinner... with you?” 

“You don’t need to sound so enthusiastic.” 

I ignore the sarcastic remark and slowly shake my head at the idea. “Ohm, am not sure that’s such a good idea. I mean I’m so-” 

“It's just dinner Coral, I'm not going to eat you alive.” 

I fall silent and raised a brow to let him know that thought is debatable and he rolls his eyes exaggeratedly. Tired of waiting for a response, he grabs my hand and heads straight for his white solar cart. “Dinner will be fun, I promise.” 

I can’t help but let out a sarcastic snort at his statement. “Yeah right.” 

Settling into the passenger side stiffly, I pull on my seat-belt and cross my arms over my chest to show my displeasure over being forced to dinner. 15mins later we’re pulling over in front of his place, which surprises me because I’d thought he meant we should have dinner out of the academy. 

Stepping down from the cart, I slip into the house behind him and notice Dana setting up the table already. Hurrying over, I grab the plates from her hand and she ruffles my hair with a smile of gratitude. 

~*~*~*~ 

Something is going on that I have no idea about, and my curiosity is killing me. Ever since I got to school this morning I’ve noticed how everyone seems to be in high spirits, there’s a buzz of excitement everywhere and most students can’t stop whispering among themselves. I’m standing in front of my locker to get my notes for History class when the front door bangs open and every girl in the vicinity lets out excited screams due to the arrival of 3 guys. I didn’t see who they were, not from where I was standing and didn’t care. Covering my ears with my hands, I bang my locker shut and dash for class. 

Entering, I stumble over to the seat beside Lillian and Tamil and they stare at me in confusion. Letting out gasps, I try to catch my breath and get in as much oxygen as I possibly can. “Are you okay?” 

“They were-" 

 I swallow dryly, pointing repeatedly towards the door as I try to explain between breaths. 

 “-running and I just-” 

Shaking my head, I stare between the two of them. “The girls here are crazy. 3 guys walked in and suddenly they started screaming!” 

Knowing something I don’t, both of them share a knowing look. Looking between the two I narrow my eyes and wait for one of them to fill me in on what's going on, it takes a while but Lillian takes pity on me and kills the suspense. “It’s probably the Prince’s,” She explains. “they like to arrive a week after school starts.” 

“What Prince’s?” 

“The Royal Prince’s of England,” Tamil sings, smirking. “The royal family inherited their elemental blood from their great, great, great, grandmother. I heard the Queen and her husband also attended the academy.” 

Silent, I stare at Tamil before turning to Lillian, my mind is still trying to function around the words Royal Prince’s of England. “Wait, as in England, England?” 

“Yes Coral,” Lillian grins teasingly, pushing up the glasses perched low on the bridge of her nose. It falls back down as soon as she does and I wonder why she even bothers with them, contacts will be so much better. “It’s the same England you’re thinking about. The England which is run by Queen Rosalinda the 5th. Her son is the very same Prince Dave and his second wife is Lady Ronda. Her grandchildren are indeed Prince Kota and Prince Maximilian, the 16-year-old twins. Her favourite, is indeed Prince David whose 15 like us and named after their great grandfather, and Princess Lolita is the last of her grandchildren at age 6. Does that settle your curiosity?” 

“So, the Queen your sister was talking about is-” 

“Yes, it’s the very same Queen of England. Our family has been long time friends and loyal subjects of the royals, and thanks to the close relationship Bianca has with Prince Kota she has everyone believing she’ll be the next Queen to rule over Britain.” 

“Based on what?” 

“Well, according to Conjurers Compatibility test they’re “perfect” for each other. Their dragons even have a 88% match.” 

Frowning, I suddenly feel like I’ve lost track of the conversation. “What match are you talking about, what tests, and what dragon?” 

“You know... their dragon tattoo.” Tamil frowns, explaining. “Thanks to the researchers working for the council everyone can find a way to perform a compatibility test on conjurers who can’t find their soul mates naturally. And when we said they’re a match, we simply meant their tattoos recognized another conjurer who shares the same element as a potential mate. The test on the tattoo works in two ways, it either shows a positive % of compatibility between two conjurers or it doesn’t.” I motion for her to explain further, my face pulled into an even more confused frown. 

“The test is conducted once a year by the council, and it is obligatory for every fresh elemental conjurer in the Academy to take it. Last year when the test got conducted Bianca and Kota’s result was very fulfilling so she has delusions of marrying Kota.” 

“So, let me get this straight, apart from the fact that there is some kind of test that can match an elemental conjurer positively to another elemental conjurer who shares the same element,” I say slowly, trying to see if I’m getting everything right. “Are you telling me we have things like soul mates, like a forever lasting love kind of soul mate?” 

“Yeah,” They both nod. “I thought you would have known about this by now, I mean your parents were soul mates.” 

“No.” I deadpan. “I didn’t know about it. Those titbit little information are not my concern at the moment apparently.” 

Silent for a minute, I plot out ways to corner Rae at the end of the day and ask her about this shit. “How exactly does this test work?” 

“Hmm, it's a simple test that takes about a few hours,” Tamil responds. “Each student is requested to have their blood drawn, then after that is done the students are separated into a group of boys and girls. Be it a pure or sub, the test is going to be performed on each of them. Our blood will be tested to pair the strongest with the strongest and the weakest to the weakest. If you’re a fire elemental, a drop of blood drawn from a male fire elemental in your class is going to be injected into your tattoo and depending on the way it reacts, researchers can then predict their compatibility.” 

“How does the tattoo react exactly?” 

“Well, first there’s a physical test to narrow down the number of males, then when their blood is injected into your tattoo,” She blushes, her cheeks tainting pink for whatever reason. “It spikes up your hormones and you become horny. Depending on how high your compatibility is, you can go from mildly tingly to knees pressed, teeth clenched, and…” 

Rather than say the last part out loud, she leans closer and whispers it under her breath to the both of us so no one hears, and as soon as she does I choke on my spit. Lillian’s entire face is flushed red like a tomato, her eyes wide and jaw hanging low. 

Swallowing dryly, I suddenly feel warm and flustered despite the open windows in the classroom and fan myself with my hand. “A-are these tests done within sight of everyone?” 

“It’s done in private.” She reassures. “As long as your compatibility isn’t perfectly matched with another elemental conjurer during the test then you have nothing to worry about. When a friend of mine did hers she told me everything about it, it wasn’t perfectly matched with any water elemental fortunately for her, but some of her friends had an opposite response.” 

“So,” I try to get my thoughts in order. Refusing to let embarrassment over what she just told us to put off my questions. “If this compatibility test only works for those who share the same element, how come my mum and Steven are soul mates.” 

“Finding your soul mate does not require the test, it is natural and it never restricts mixed-breeding between elemental’s. Finding your soul mate is something that some elemental conjurers realize with time. I’m not sure how but, it just happens.” She shrugs. 

 “Not everyone has the privilege of knowing who their soul mate is, I mean their tattoos might match like Bianca and Kota's but that doesn’t make them soul mates. It just means their compatible with each other, meaning if they both breed their offspring will be powerful depending on how high the % is. But a soul mate is different from a "perfect match". A match is just another way for Elites to arrange marriages among themselves, just like how the council formed an organized group in a school filled with young boys and girls who get to mingle and decide if they want a relationship depending on how high in hierarchy their family stand. With a soul mate, there’s all that unconditional love and intense connection that lasts for a lifetime.” 

“Can you live without your soul mates, as my parents did?” 

“Yes, it is possible,” Lillian responds. “Your parents are proof of that, but very few in our society leave their soul mates. Even if they’re subs or defects. I mean why would you give up someone who is your other half, created just for you?” 

Her question is rhetoric and has nothing to do with me but it hit home, I can’t for the life of me fathom what went on between my parents to give each other up or keep me hidden. Rae and the rest say its to keep me safe from my dead grandfather, but somehow, I think there’s more to the story. 

Tamil clears her throat not so subtly at Lillian with a glare of warning, and I pretend not to notice the awkward, apologetic look that settles on her face when she gazes at me sheepishly. 

“Being with your soul mate isn’t like those overrated werewolf stories humans write about,” Tamil quickly injects, pulling me from my thoughts. “But it is close to being accurate. You can fall in love again even if you give up on your soulmate, but the love you will feel for someone else can never compare. At least that’s what people say. So I’m sure leaving one’s soulmate isn’t that bad.” 

Thanks to the information the girls shared, morning classes were a serious drag, and I was distracted all day. Lunch just finished and Lillian and I were walking towards the exit when I bumped into someone. My feet must have caught onto the other because much to my horror I find the tiled ground fast approaching my face. Thanks to the quick reflexes of the guy I’d bumped into, I was pulled into a pair of arms and thrust suddenly into a very hard chest. 

Looking up slowly, I open my mouth to say thanks but stop short when they connect with a striking pair of sea-blue’s. Now, I might have been seeing things but I could have sworn that for a startling second his eyes dilated in size and a fiery blaze of red covered his entire iris. A hum of power sang softly in the air and wrapped around both of us. 

It felt so strange being in his arms, and I frowned in confusion as I felt like a part of me automatically recognized and connected to him at that moment. 

Unfortunately, the connection was broken when someone grabbed my hand from behind and pulled me back with force. Lillian mutters a squeaky apology to the guy before practically dragging me out of the room, and just before we barge out of the cafeteria doors I see a couple of students standing with their I-pads out. Great!

My mother used to tell me to live a life filled with adventure and excitement. She always said I needed to look at the bigger picture, never let fear or doubt hold me back, and that when the time comes I should take courage and face the unknown. 

It never occurred to me that those small words of encouragement would one day set my life on a path I never thought I'd have to one day walk through.

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   What would you do if you were suddenly told, your entire life has been a lie. 
    That you have quite a line of people who want you dead for reasons unknown to you, simply because you bear the last name.... Carter.
     Well, this is my story of how I struggled to overcome my biggest fears.



 

The MNC where I got selected seems like bigger version of my college. I heard that software company usually have computers and employees but they have rule, rules and only rules. We have to first attend our training in Chennai, they will conduct exams. 

 

 

 

Again Exams! 

 

 

 

And if we pass in those exams only we can continue here and based on our results, we will be posted to different locations as there 10 branches of this MNC all over India. Navya and I choose the flat near our office in the hope that we will both posted to Chennai. But destiny places it trick, Navya posted to Chennai and me to Pune. Luck and Nandhini are poles apart. 

 

 

 

On hearing our location Navya cried very badly. Navya tried to her best to change my location but that didn't happen and when she was ready to swap her location to Pune, I stopped. After lot of drama and tears, I joined Pune office. Navya called me daily. Though Navya do all drama because of different location, I will be the one at end suffer. Navya is a jovial type, she will get along with every one easily. But I am little socially awkward that I needs more time to get along with others than any normal human do. 

 

 

 

As expected I was left alone for week and thanks to my Hindi knowledge. My Hindi is sick, my one sentence surely has some words from English, Tamil and Hindi. Daily Navya taught me Hindi as she learns from Hindi serial she watched during school days. And Aryaman Khanna from my team is another one left all alone as he is nerd and ignored by everyone. We both become friends as he didn't care about my Hindi and I don't care about his behaviour. 

 

 

 

Soha Khurana is also one of the team members of my project who is crazy fan of Manik Malhotra. 

 

 

 

Manik Malhotra is lead singer of band Fab 5, which is now gaining popularity and emerged as popular band in India. They have released many albums on their own which were super-duper hit. 

 

 

 

Aryaman, Soha and I are of same age group in our project which made us close. 

 

 

 

We will we together in our break time. Did I mention she is crazy fan of Manik Malhotra, no she is insane, irritating... I really need to refer dictionary for an exact word suits her. Daily literally ... daily she only opens her mouth mostly to speak about him, Manik's stories, how he sings, how he dances, his dress, his move what else... I have wonder how people like Soha exist. 

 

 

 

We had a treaty also if I go for shopping with her every weekend, she won't mention a word about him. Shopping is another hectic thing I cannot bear. It will odd that woman hates shopping but I am one among those odd. Soha knows this very well, but I can ready sacrifice my weekend in shopping instead of hearing those stupid stories for whole week days. Personally I have not even see that so called Manik Malhotra but Soha push me to the verge of hating him. This can seems overacting but it is not. There should be some limit to adore someone and best part she narrates each and every details of him to me. I wonder why on the world me? There are lot of people in this office, lot of people in this project, but Soha chose me and sometime if she saw blood from my ear then Aryaman is her target. 

 

 

 

 

Security informed that Manager called Soha and she went to manager's cabin leaving her mobile phone to me. I received a call from unknown number and I didn't receive it. Next time also I received call from same number, this time I clearly hear the ringtone. I was spell bound by the male singer voice and his emotion in his voice. I could really feel he is singing infront of me when I closed and hear the voice, so mesmerizing. 

 



Do you believe happily ever and forever???
May be and may be not.
Every one has different story to tell, sad, happy and plain ones also. 
But do you believe every story has only sad... only happiness???
No right every story has both, some have more happy parts and some sad part and also that depends on perspective.
Now I want tell my story, you decide whether it is happy one or sad or both.

Peep in to hear...

Sorry I forgot to introduce my self Makizhini.

"Why am I referred here? I don't have a problem," I said.

She didn't react. Just gestured that I remove my shoes and take the couch. 

She had an office like any other doctor's, minus the smells and cold, dangerous 
instruments. 

She waited for me to talk more. I hesitated and spoke again.

"I'm sure people come here with big, insurmountable problems. Girlfriends 
dump their boyfriends every day. Hardly the reason to see a shrink, right? What 
am I, a psycho?"

"No, I am the psycho. Psychotherapist to be precise. If you don't mind, I prefer 
that to shrink," she said.

"Sorry," I said.

"It's OK," she said and reclined on her chair.

No more than thirty, she seemed 
young for a shrink, sorry, psychotherapist. Certificates from top US universities 
adorned the walls like tiger heads in a hunter's home. 

Yes, another South Indian 
had conquered the world of academics. 

Dr. Neeta Iyer, Valedictorian, Vassar 
College.

"I charge five hundred rupees per hour," she said.

"Stare at the walls or talk. I'm cool either way."

I had spent twelve minutes, or a hundred bucks, without getting anywhere. I 
wondered if she would accept a partial payment and let me leave.
 
"Dr. Iyer…"

"Neeta is fine," she said.

"OK, Neeta, I don't think my problem warrants this. I don't know why Dr. 
Ramachandran sent me here."
 
She picked my file from her desk.

"Let's see. This is Dr. Ram's brief to me – 
the patient has sleep deprivation, has cut off human contact for a week, refuses to 
eat, has Google-searched on best ways to commit suicide." She paused and 
looked at me with raised eyebrows.
 
"I Google for all sorts of stuff," I mumbled, 

"don't you?"

"The report says the mere mention of her name, her neighborhood or any 
association, like her favorite dish, brings out unpredictable emotions ranging 
from tears to rage to frustration."

"I had a break-up. What do you expect?" I was irritated.

"Sure, with Ananya who stays in Mylapore.

What's her favorite dish? Curd 
rice?"

I sat up straight. "Don't," I said weakly and felt a lump in my throat. I fought 
back tears. "Don't," I said again.
 
"Don't what?" Neeta egged me on, "Minor problem, isn't it?"


"Fuck minor. It's killing me." I stood agitatedly.

"Do you South Indians even 
know what emotions are all about?"

"I'll ignore the racist comment. You can stand and talk, but if it is a long story, 
take the couch. I want it all," she said.


I broke into tears. "Why did this happen to me?" I sobbed.

She passed me a tissue.

"Where do I begin?" I said and sat gingerly on the couch.
 
"Where all love stories begin. From when you met her the first time," she said.

She drew the curtains and switched on the air-conditioner. I began to talk and 
get my money's worth.



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72 rupees = 1 dollar

There many names of cities and places in the book like 

Mylapore is a neighborhood in Chennai City, in the Tamil Nadu state of India.

you can Google at, ... I also did the same😅😅



Love marriages around the world are simple: 

Boy loves girl. Girl loves boy. 

They get married. 

In India, there are a few more steps: 

Boy loves Girl. Girl loves Boy. 

Girl's family has to love boy. Boy's family has to love girl. 

Girl's Family has to love Boy's Family. Boy's family has to love girl's family. 

Girl and Boy still love each other. They get married. 

Welcome to 2 States, a story about Krish and Ananya. They are from two different states of India, deeply in love, and want to get married. Of course, their parents don’t agree.


 To convert their love story into a love marriage, the couple has a tough battle in front of them. For it is easy to fight and rebel, but it is much harder to convince. Will they make it?


This may be the first time in the history of books, but here goes:


Dedicated to my in-laws


* 

*which does not mean I am henpecked, under her thumb, or not man enough.




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SHORT SYS:

A man and a woman come from two very different cultural backgrounds and decide that they won't get married until they convince their parents. As feared, differences between the families pose a hurdle.


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This is not my original story.

"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 :)

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I'm worthless but now priceless -Tan Hua

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Do you know a reincarnation in modern times with a cliche plot?

A super talented woman. Betrayed by best friend. Cheated by her dear fiance. A broken family. Luckily she is spoiled by the cool ML and the gentle second ML. She also got her revenge!

Ahhh super cliche, no? But still! Isn't it exciting? A lot of girls fawned over this kind of cliche drama and Tan Hua, a talented young fashion designer is also not an exception.

But...will it still be exciting if you one day found out that somehow you have transmigrated into this kind of chinese drama not as the FL or the villainess but as a nameless nobody, a lowly office boy who is actually a girl?! 

That is what Tan Hua, a 22 years old super rich daughter of a famous fashion designer parents ended up in. 

From an extremely rich and pampered life into a poor life of commoner. Not only that...Tan Hua also had to live her new life in disguise as a boy! 

The worst part is that the second male lead-sama the one who fawn over the FL...is going to kill her the moment she just transmigrated in??!! 

Watch as Tan Hua survived from the black-bellied second male lead-sama scheme being only a normal office boy with no money no power at all, slowly rising to be a world-wide famous fashion designer! 

But...could someone tell her just why the hell that evil second male lead-sama who was courting the FL before...is now pestering her??

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AUTHOR'S POV: 
MALE PROTAGONIST: 
Ryan Ace Parker, the 27-year-old billionaire who never cared about money. There are three things that he cared about in his life 1. Is his Princess whom he lost 2. Is Vivaan who is cleaning all his mess over the years and 3. Is Basketball. 
The most loved thing in his life is basketball and the most hated thing in his life was also basketball. He had his reasons. 
He is the captain of the basketball team of the country also the captain of the state basketball team. The people, his fans affectionately called him " Dunk Master Ace!" 
He was awfully quiet, he never had celebrated his victory nor cried for his failure. Many thought he was cool, and the other thought he was emotionless. Only he knew why he was like that. 
He speaks with his teammates, they love him very much as he never blamed anyone for failure and never took pride in winning but he taught them. 
He was arrogant but not arrogant, a playboy they say but he does that only to forget something but he never won in forgetting the thing. He was a moody creature so many were intimidated by him. 
He never used charms on a woman being the country's popular man he had girls falling on him. But he never cared! 
About his looks, you don't have to mention he is a male specimen who can be kept in a museum and stared all day. He had pitch-black hair with blue eyes which once held mischievous in it but now it was sunken with gloom. 
His life was to get his little Princess back, would he?
SUPPORTING MALE LEAD: 
Vivaan Singh Rajput, the 27-year-old Indian Billionaire who settled in states just for Ryan. He had been here from his age of 15, he was transferred here as his father was here for his work later his family went back to India but he didn't. 
Ryan and Vivaan were school-time enemies even when they university they were enemies but situations made them friends and then best friends. Ryan was not into business, but his father forced him to get into the business Ryan was already at loss Vivaan didn't want Ryan to suffer more so he bought some shares in his company and became the CEO. Ryan's father was the chairman. 
He was a basketball player too but he gave up eventually, he was a man whom, no woman will refuse. He had that charming smile on his face, he was very approachable that made him a favorite among his employees. 
He was not a playboy, he is a Mumma's boy. His mother will bury him alive if she hears something like that, even he didn't like that idea he was a "One man one woman" policyholder. 
He had jet black hair and eyes that complimented his wheatish skin. 
SOMEWHERE ELSE: 

" Angel, baby. Where are you?" 
"Angell..."  She ran around the house searching for the little angel (Devil). 

" Angel, it's getting late for your school. Come on, mom had packed your lunch come on!" She yelled standing on the porch. 
" Sis, I am ready. I was just reviewing!" There came the little devil, Angel Felicia Primrose. 
" Good, do your exams well don't get nervous. Okay?" 
" I usually don't get nervous during exams. You know that sis!" She said with a smile. 
" Yeah, I was just saying. Okay, come let's have breakfast" She dragged Angel inside the house. 
" Appa, intha ammava ethana thadava enga room ah clean panna vendanu sollirka kekave matangala?" Sindhu yelled from her room. 
( Dad, how many times had I asked mom not to clean my room? She never minds that!) 
" Amelia, I have said it thousands of times don't dare to yell in Tamil in front of me!" Her mother Katherine Maria Primrose yelled from the kitchen. 
" Amma, akka evlo thadava ungala Tamil learn panna sollirkaa?" 
( Mom, how many times have elder sister said you to learn Tamil?)  Angel asked their mother. 
" You little devil, you are teaming up with them? Mel, you say is it my fault that I cannot learn Tamil? I just don't have time!" Katherine said sadly. 
" Mom, it's okay! That's her mother tongue, he has lived there for 15 years in India so we cannot control her tongue. We learned Tamil as we conversed in it from our childhood, you couldn't that's because you were busy with works!" Melina Magizchi Primrose. 

"  Melina your wasn't busy but lazy!" There came their father, Shivaraman. 
He was an Indian Tamil who married an American. Shivaraman and Katherine got married in India and Sindhu Amelia Primrose was born there in India in Tamil Nadu. 
They didn't have the culture of using surname instead they used their father's name as initials so Sindhu took her mom's last name. Sindhu was a Tamil name her father had wanted to name their daughter and Amelia was the name her mother wanted to. So, they decided to go with both. 
When Sindhu was 2 years old they got divorced and Katherine moved back to America. But when Sindhu was 15 circumstances brought them together. 
Among all three Melina was their favorite. Sivaraman wanted to name her as Magizchi which means happiness so it was Melina Magizchi primrose. 
Angel Felicia Primrose is the youngest but also the exact carbon copy of Sindhu they shared almost every character as they grew up jelled to each other. 
Melina is one of a kind, she had a different personality no one in the family had. 
Although Melina and Angel were non-Indians and non-Tamilians they speak Tamil as they grew up hearing Sindhu and Shivaraman. But they had a different accent from their father and sister. 
Katherine knows a little bit of Tamil but not wholly not even like Melina and Angel do. 
" Shiv, that's unfair! You are saying that I am lazy?" She asked. 
" Yeah, that's what I was saying!" They started their routine. Bickering!
Sindhu is 25 years old, who is working in a small office in their town.
Melina is 18 years old, who is just getting graduated. 
Angel is 12 years old, who is doing her school.

[Warning: Mature content Ahead]

He pushed her onto the wall, his hand massaging her bosom. He pulled her more into himself.

His hands groped her waist and the back of her neck as he claimed her lips. 

"Mel, I love you so much. I love you!" He said as he sealed her lips possessively.

He didn't want to let her go ever. He wants to keep her to himself in his arms forever. 

She shut her eyes very tightly as the tears rolled down her cheeks.

She wants to push him away from her and wants to break the kiss but she couldn't! She doesn't want to... But she needs to... 

Using her whole strength she has, she pushed him away from her. 

"How dare you?" She slapped him across his face making him stunned. 

"I don't love you, Mr. Parker!" She said breaking his already broken heart. 

 " Tell me, this is not true! Tell me that, you love me, Mel!" He pleaded and touched her cheeks. 

"Don't touch me! Mr. Parker, I never loved you. I never will! All I wanted was a marriage certificate to get back what I lost! Now I got it back I don't need you anymore! " She swatted his hand from her cheeks making his eyes wide.

" You are just pranking me, right? This is all not true, I don't believe it! " He shook her by her shoulders, tears rolling down his cheeks. 

" Stop it! I don't want to be touched by you again! You were just a pawn in my game!" She said cruelly breaking his heart as well as her hers. 

" Here, these are the divorce papers. I have signed it already! Goodbye!"  She threw the papers on the table and started walking. 

" Nooooo!"

Pulling his hair in frustration, he fell on his knees crying for his already gone wife. 
.....

She is a spider, creating a web where he is just a beautiful butterfly, that got stuck inside. 

She let him know she is his angel, she let him know that she cares about him, she let him know how it feels to be loved, 

 she let him see the taste of freedom. She did everything which made his life like a normal happy man. But after doing everything, but after fixing his broken heart she broke it again She broke him ruthlessly. 

But he realized he became a pawn in her revenge games. 

She used him as a knife to kill the beasts like a vicious snake filled with anger and resentment.  

She used him to take back the things which were MEANT TO BE HERS.


Ryan Ace Parker was one of the most powerful men in the country yet he doesn't have the power to rule his own life.

All his life he was grieving for something, first his lost little princess Mel and now his Queen, his wife. 

Can Mel be that cruel to do that to, the man who grieved for her death?

Will Ryan move on from her?

Will they meet?



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