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अभिव्यंजना is a Sanskrit / Hindi word which means 'expression of ideas, thoughts and feelings'.
I am a blogger, author, musician and a poet. I write in Hindi, Urdu and English. This particular book is for my Hindi Poems. I also plan to publish another one especially for my English Poem Collection.
I created my first poem when I was in 6th grade / class. It was year 2000. It was a silly one of course. The first poem that won me a prize was " Plantation" (Hindi Poem) and "Adventures of India" ( an English Poem) in 2003 while I was in High School in a Rural Town.

Later I posted some poems in my blog, and at the request of a few Readers created a Separate Blog titled 'Abhivyanajanaa' www.abhivyanjanaa.blogspot.com 
I decided to share my poems here to see the response based on which I may write Novels and Short Stories in Hindi as well.

Old Wu's room.

Zhang Ye had just started doing what he said he would do.

Eh, this sounds like an euphemism for..... He started writing just like he had promised he would.

Zhang Ye looked around and asked, "You have a computer around here?"

"I have a few, but you can use the one in the study room since it's already been setup properly." Wu Zeqing gently put down her tea cup and pressed on the Chinese classical looking tea table to support herself in standing up, "Come, l'll bring you there."

Zhang Ye responded, "OK, sure."

She led the way and asked, "Are you really serious about writing it now?"

Zhang Ye asked her in response, "Do you want to read it now?"

"Like I said, I really enjoyed reading your novel. After finishing 'Ghost Blows Out the Light', I'd been waiting for your new work. If I get to read it today, that would be best." They reached the study room and Wu Zeqing gracefully pushed open the door and went into the room, "But of course you must write it well enough and not just come up with something random. That would disappoint me and also disappoint your fans, so I'd suggest that you spend some time conceptualizing before you start writing. Even if I get posted in the South for work, I can still get to read it online."

But Zhang Ye did not listen, "If you wish to read it, I must definitely let you read it by today. I will get it done if I say so."

Hearing that, Wu Zeqing did not go on and just switched on the computer for him, "Alright then, I will wait for the good news."

Zhang Ye asked, "What genre do you like?"

"As long as it's written by you, I'm fine with whatever genre." Wu Zeqing smiled gently, "I believe in your abilities. Ever since I invited you to join Peking University, I've never doubted you."

Suddenly, Zhang Ye felt considerably pressured, "I won't have enough time to write a long one, how about a medium length one? I will spread it out over a few days and just do a portion of it today, posting as I finish."

She smiled and said, "That sounds good."

"I will start writing now then." Zhang Ye said.

Wu Zeqing nodded and left the room so that she would not disturb him, closing the door behind her.

Zhang Ye was now left alone in the study. He took a deep breath and opened up the game ring's interface to see his Reputation points. A few days ago, he had used up all of it for his lottery draws and couldn't even afford to purchase the lowest valued item of 100,000 reputation points. He had been crazy poor, but in a short time of 2-3 days, Zhang Ye's reputation points had soared again because of the three crosstalk performance. With that, he immediately opened up the merchant shop and bought some memory search capsules. He bought a total of three capsules as he was worried that one would not be enough, spending a total of 300,000 points.

Eat!

He retrieved them from his inventory and threw the capsules into his mouth.

1 capsule.

2 capsules.

3 capsules.

He ate three capsules at once and closed his eyes. Instantly, he was brought back to deep within his memory as he started wandering through all of those forgotten memories. Why did he choose "Legend of Wukong"? Firstly, because this novel was one of the most classic novels in his previous world. Secondly, because the chapter length was more suitable for him to write out in the coming few days, not too long nor too short, so Wu Zeqing could finish reading it before she left for her new post. Thirdly and most importantly, in this novel was a point that Zhang Ye had wanted to express to everyone. It was a message that he wanted to let everyone know about after being banned and after taking part in the crosstalk competition, and so it had to be this novel —  a necessary novel for a world-crossing traveler.

At 6PM sharp.

Zhang Ye opened his eyes and his hand reached for the mouse. He created a new document and his fingers started typing furiously at a high speed.

......

"Legend of Wukong".

Title: Chapter 1.

The four of them had already come to this point, a dense forest ahead of them, with no signs of a path.

"Wukong, I'm hungry. Go and look for some food and bring it back here." said Monk Tang as he clambered onto a large rock and took a seat on it.

"I'm a little busy over here, why don't you go look for it yourself? ....It's not like you don't have legs." Sun Wukong said holding onto his staff.

"You're busy? With what?"

"Don't you think that the sunset looks beautiful?" Sun Wukong said as his eyes looked towards the horizon, "Only looking at something so beautiful could make me determined enough to carry on westward."

"You could always look at that while searching for food. As long as you don't bump into a large tree, it will be fine."

"I refuse to do anything else when I'm enjoying the sunset!"

"Sun Wukong, you can't be this way. How can you bully baldy this way. If you let him starve to death, we won't be able to find our way to the Western Regions. If we don't find the Western Heavens, then the curses on our bodies will never be lifted." said Pigsy.

......

Being a modern person, Zhang Ye's typing speed wouldn't be that slow. Besides, the current activity he was doing was different from chatting or writing papers. He did not have to think about it, think of what to write next, or hesitate. The words were imprinted in his brain and whichever words appeared in his mind would immediately be transferred over to the document. It was even faster than copying directly from the original manuscript. It was only natural that he could type like he was flying through the words.

Half an hour.

An hour.

From the study room, the continuous tapping sound of the keyboard could be heard. It wasn't just any sound, but a sound that would make the soul tremble. It was quick and light, but gave a sense of stability, Within that stability, it exuded a grand aura. The grand aura was mixed with a force not unlike a dragon leaping or a tiger jumping. It was quiet, but the movement was......

OK, the descriptions should stop here.

In any case, it was the sound of typing on a keyboard very quickly.

Behind him, the door to the study room opened.

Zhang Ye, who was fully concentrated on the computer screen, didn’t notice until a shadow of a figure appeared beside him. He saw Wu Zeqing standing behind him.

"Sis Wu." He stopped typing.

Wu Zeqing was holding a tray with a cup of coffee on it. She placed it on the table and used a spoon to give it a few stirs. Smiling, she said, "Just continue doing what you were doing. If you get tired, have something to drink."

Zhang Ye quickly said, "Thank you."

Wu Zeqing's had a blanket over her left arm which she opened up and spreading it across Zhang Ye's legs, "It's a little cold in this house, so cover up to keep warm."

"Aiya, it's OK." Zhang Ye was spoiled by the attention.

Wu Zeqing gently said, "Cover up well. listen to Big Sis."

Zhang Ye could only say, "Thank you then. Don't busy yourself with me. If you are tired, go have a rest." Although she was no longer the president of Peking University, she was still a leader. Seeing how Old Wu was giving him so much attention, Zhang Ye felt rather bad about it.

"It's only a little past 7PM, and so it's still early." Wu Zeqing smiled, "I still need to wait to read your novel. If I don't get to read it today, I won't be able to sleep. Keep it up, I will close the door for you."

He said, "OK."

Old Wu left and closed the door.

Zhang Ye drank the coffee in large gulps and touched the blanket that was covering his legs. He suddenly felt a warmth, thinking how Old Wu was such a caring and thoughtful person.

For Old Wu!

Write! Write! Write!

Zhang Ye started to show his prowess as his typing speed became even faster!

After a short while, the first chapter was complete. This was a slightly longer chapter that contained a little over 6000 characters. 

He did not say anything since he knew that Old Wu was waiting to read it. One of the reasons why he decided to write a novel today was not only because he had listened to Old Wu's criticisms, but a larger part of it was because he wanted Old Wu to be able to read his novel, and only then was Zhang Ye be able to write with such passion. He was always a guy who would find it hard to reject a girl. And so, Zhang Ye opened up the browser and speedily logged onto his Weibo, synchronized his account, and then activated his blog.

The development of Weibo and blogs in this world was a little different from his previous world. The blogging platform here had been the dominant one since it's release and there weren't too many other competitors as Weibo was also developed from this blogging platform and forked out into a product of its own. As such, the sign-in ID between these 2 platforms were shared since they were products of the same company anyway. Most of the information and functionalities were also cross functional and were synchronized to the account. It was extremely convenient as anything posted to the blog could be posted onto Weibo in a summarized version too.

Upload!

Post!

The controls were simple and the process of posting was completed very quickly!

Zhang Ye shouted towards the door of the room, "Sis Wu, I've written a little and posted up a chapter already."

A very gentle voice replied from outside, "On your blog?"

"Yes." Zhang Ye replied.

"OK, I will read it." and she didn't say a word after that.

Zhang Ye did not want to delay as he knew that even though this world had "Journey to the West", there wasn't a "Parody Journey to the West", which was the basis of characters for "Legend of Wukong". That might leave the readers a little confused at the beginning as these characters were a little obscure. He had to rush out the back chapters so that the readers would be able to understand the initial few chapters of the novel.

The second chapter's wordcount was much lesser at 2000 to 3000 characters. Zhang Ye wanted to finish it in 30 minutes, so he concentrated hard and typed in furiously on the keyboard.

......

On the web.

Everyone was chatting about news concerning their own interests.

"Have you all watched Old He's movie?"

"I did. It was so good!"

"Water Goddess has a new song out!"

"Damn, I'm so frustrated by her, she's too good at making the news!"

"But her popularity is sky high right now. Anything she posts on to Weibo are always reposted a few hundred thousand times and always has a few million comments. Everyone just likes her for doing all that nonsensical stuff."

"To be honest, I still prefer Zhang Ye. Although his popularity is not as high as those other people and his works are not as mainstream and well publicized as others, he has really good talent! If he were as handsome as the mainstream stars and his works were more publicized, his popularity would surely improve a lot and would overtake those stars who use publicity to pump up their popularity!"

"I agree with that. If Teacher Zhang were to carry on walking down this path, his popularity would definitely go against the heavens. He's not even debuted for a full year yet, at most it's been half a year and he's already sprinting towards the B-list celebrity rankings!"

"Haha, did all of you watch the crosstalk competition? I was so tickled by it! Zhang Ye was too funny! Those antics of his nearly made me die of laughter. How did he crush the whole crosstalk competition all by himself!? He's really too good at stirring up trouble! I really think that Zhang Ye would do well! As long as he can continue doing what he does and the entertainment industry gives him a chance, he would definitely become a dominant presence in this f**king entertainment business!"

"What a pity that he has been banned!"

"Sigh, don't talk about that anymore. I get angry whenever someone mentions it!"

"I wonder what Teacher Zhang is doing now."

"What else can he do? He’s been totally banned. He won't even be able to take part in competitions now since who would dare to allow him join any at all. This is literally a death sentence and I'm afraid Teacher Zhang will not be able to get out of this now."

Suddenly, someone exclaimed!

"Zhang Ye started a blog!"

"F**k, what's the big deal about that? It's just a blog, isn't it?"

"What do you think! Go take a look quickly! There's a novel posted on the blog! It's something called 'Legend of Wukong'! I think it's Zhang Ye's new work!"

"What?"

"Are you serious?"

"Damn, it's for real!"


Zhang Ye was originally a mundane college graduate with aspiring dreams to become a star, but unfortunately has below average looks and height. However one day, he woke up and suddenly found himself in a parallel world! 
It’s like the same world, but wait a minute…many brands, celebrities and even famous works from his world changed and are gone in this new world! Armed with the profound literary knowledge of his previous world and a heaven-defying Game Ring that gives him magical items, stats and skills, Zhang Ye embarks on a journey to pursue his life-long dream of becoming famous!
Follow Zhang Ye as he takes the new world by storm, one plagiarized piece at a time, to hilarious reactions!



When I opened the storage room I saw a bigger mess than what the house had been initially. Spider webs, dust and rusted tools... It was a whole show there!! 

Trying to stay calm didn't work here... I was going nuts seeing the storage. My immediate reaction was to slam the door close and turn the other way and walk. Mocha was peeping through the window hearing the sound. I looked at him with a funny face opened the door to the house. "First, Lemme catch my breath. Second, I need help. It's a whole circus there!" I told myself while giving a big sigh simultaneously. Mocha meowed as approval and I gave him a satisfied smile. 

 I looked at the emergency contact list that the agency had left me in case of emergency. I quickly searched through it and found a small shop that helps clean things. I called them and set a time for the storage to be cleaned. Another burden finally off. I was dead exhausted so I made myself a warm cup of raspberry tea and grabbed a book from one of the book stack that was left in the living room. Soon it ended up being a nice nap session for Mocha as she found his comfort on my lap. 

While reading I thought to myself, " I shouldn't have taken this in the first place. Romantic books are just not my thing." The memory of my friend from college who knew about my blog telling me that my words were pretty romantic for a person who couldn't stand romantic books flashed my mind like lightning. Instead of a big and frightening thunder, this lightning exited with a soft and small chuckle. "Maybe I should write something. It's good vibe to write now." I told myself without giving much thought into it. As a voluntary response my arms stretched and reached for the iPad that was on my side table and started writing. 

Dear readers of my blog, 

It has been a while since I have felt this kind of warmth in my heart. The feeling of the the hot tea entering my mouth while getting a light sniff of the raspberry along with Mocha cuddling me and also the the bright heat from the fireplace are making me feel some kinda way. The coldness hugging me whilst all these sensations make this a lot more special and different from usual. Leaving the hustle city life and moving to the quite and calm countryside has made me change my mindset in a wink. I have been feeling more happy and content with all things I am doing and all things I have encountered. Though you can't find the five minute delivery food or the malls from where you can get whatever you want, the fields and the houses emitting smoke from its chimneys are quite a beauty too. 

A follow up will be coming soon of this blog. Till then.... 

With love.... IRENE ♡ 

And post.

Jane's blog, 'Hi Daniel!' is famous among the young adults for its pure and beautiful love for her first love Daniel. Living in the city has been wearing her out. The only thing that helps her feel calm is her blog. What happens when the blog about lingering feelings finally decides that its time to make a move.Find more by reading.....

Vishal saw Dev coming towards him.
He said" so you couldn't wait to thank me."
Dev said," what did you just do. Are you insane. What am I suppose to say to her?"
" since when did you started thinking about what to say to girls?" Vishal sked perplexed.
" it's not like that...I.. Just don't want to ruin this." Dev said
Vishal understood its not like before.Dev surely might have strong feeling for her, or else he might have never even thought before approching her.
He tried to make it easy for him. 
" You will have a lot to talk about, once you two will start working on the event. Start by asking her to help you in the blog that you have to write for the donation" Vishal suggested
" I have almost completed it, but yeah that can work. I'll leave now" Dev said and went towards the auditorium.
Dev wanted to be around her and was now actually exicted about getting more time to be with her.
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Sherya was releived that Natasha too was coming for the event.Nathasha was very exited and was discussing her plans, just when they saw Dev apporching them.

" Hey! I just just needed a favor."
"yes sir ?"Shruti asked
" I want you to edit and complete the blog  that we are going to publish for other college to donate. "Dev said
"okay sir!" Sheya said
"so where should I..."before  Dev could finish Natasha said" Yeah give him your contact number no!"

Sherya looked at Natasha to keep quiet. She knew she was over exited because of seeing a seinor coming  and talking to them.
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"you are so lucky, you will get to be with him all the time"Nathasha said
"I don't think he even wants me to help him. I am not sure if I will be able to do anything" Sherya said
"chill yar..I am coming with you, you dont have to worry about anything"
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Sherya picked up her phone and saw Dev's message.
She searched college previous years event photos and got few related to charity.
She attached that with the blog which was already alomost done.
Not sure of if Dev would like it.
Still she send it to Dev. And wrote
" I am not sure about it. We can use it if its not too much, or else I will edit and write a simple one"
Just after the moment she sent it..she regret the decision. She thought of deleting it.  It was 4 a.m but the msg. Was seen.


When Eric came back in the afternoon for a glass of wine with her, Annabeth was ready.
She gave him the wine, avoiding making eye contact as she did so, and then she fussed and fidgeted in the kitchen, trying to calm herself down and build up her courage to talk to him.
While all this oddness was going on, Eric watched her from the sofa, noticing that she looked tense. She'd unbent so much over the previous few days, become so soft and rounded and open, seeing her like this was jarring. Worrying. 
"You doing OK over ther?" he said gently. 
"Yeah. Yeah. I ummm. I just need to talk to you about something and I'm nervous about it."
He set down his glass on the coffee table, his fingertips tingling with nerves already. "OK."
She sat next to him, her curvy thighs visibly shaking. He reached out and took her hand.
"You can tell me anything, angel. You know that, right?"
"Yes."
He waited.
"OK, well. I talked to Catherine this morning."
Catherine was her agent, her biggest fan, her cheerleader. "And what did she say?"
"The publisher is still furious."
"Well, no surprise there, right?" Eric said. "I mean, like you told me, they commissioned a third book about how well you're doing, based on your blog and first two books, and now you and Catherine want to give them a whole different story. I imagine they don't care if what you're proposing is the truth."
"Yeah, well. They're still pretty pissed, but they've also come around."
He stared at her. "They have?"
"Yes. They've talked about it with the marketing and PR people, I guess, and they now seem to think that the book that I actually want to write is even more marketable than the finished book that I sent off last week."
"Goddamned vultures," Eric growled. "Sales before anything else, huh?"
"Yep, I know. It's all about having a spin they can sell, I get that." Annabeth smiled. "But they want me to tell the truth, Eric. I get to write about how the past three years have really been. I feel like I don't know. Like I can finally be totally honest, and let go of some of the guilt of lying."
He cupped her glowing face in his palm. "You sure you want to do this, angel? The fallout is going to be huge and probably brutal. People will be angry  they'll feel like you duped them. The whole reason the publisher is so hot to do this is because controversy sells. The more the better, and it'll be you in the crosshairs, not them."
"Yes, well. That's the second thing I want to talk to you about."
"OK."
She took a deep breath. "You're leaving tomorrow, right?"
"Right." His heart plunged, but he kept his face impassive. "Tomorrow first thing."
"I want to come with you."
Stunned, sure that he hadn't heard her correctly, no goddamn way he heard her correctly, he stared at her. "You  you what?"
"I can work anywhere, Eric. All I need is my laptop and wifi. And I feel like like we have something. I'd like to rent a place outside Houston and write. See you when you have the time, and see where this all goes." Annabeth swallowed. "I'd like you to be there while I write this book. I feel like I'll have the strength to write with total honesty, and then cope with whatever comes, if I have you."
OK, there. I said it. It's out there in the world and between us, no taking it back. Now  have I just made a total fucking idiot of myself in front of this guy?
Eric was beyond shocked and far, far beyond horrified. The one woman on earth that he couldn't have was the only woman on earth that he wanted. And it turned out, she wanted him too. Not for a one-night-stand or as a friend who showed her mountain flowers and slept next to her with pajamas on. Not as a confidante or a person that she talked to about troubling, painful things. No  she wanted him, wanted Eric. Wanted him as a man. A lover. 
For a few seconds, Eric wrestled hard with the idea of not telling her anything. Just bringing her back to Houston with him, and spending every night in her bed, and spending as many days as possible talking over coffee and helping her grieve and grow. Kissing her and holding her close, hearing her laugh, and being there as she started to move on from Cam properly, wholly. It was so tempting and so possible, and he wanted it so fucking badly, it actually ached in his chest and stomach. But he couldn't do that to her. She couldn't not know who he was, and how they were connected  how they'd been connected long before they'd ever met.
Goddammit. It's finally here, this conversation. In your heart, you always knew this would happen eventually, didn't you? This was all about stolen moments and borrowed time, and like anything that isn't fairly and rightfully earned, the bill has now come due  and it's monstrously high. It's going to cost me her respect and her presence. Her smile. 
"Annabeth." He cleared his throat. "I have something important to tell you now, baby. And after I do, you tell me if you still want to be with me, OK?"
You won't want to be with me, and I don't blame you. I know it, and I accept it. I deserve every bad thing that's about to happen, every hard word you're about to say.
"OK." She looked puzzled. "I can't imagine what you'd tell me that would make me want to not be with you." She paused as a horrible thought hit her like a lightning bolt. "Unless you're married?"
"I promise you, I'm not married."
She visibly relaxed, and he felt despair at that, knowing that her calm was temporary, knowing that he was about to cruelly shatter it. He wondered if he'd ever hated himself more than he did at this exact goddamn second, knew that he hadn't, though he was sure that his self-hatred would only escalate in the years to come.
"OK, so  what is it then?" she asked, her trust and sweetness shining through, breaking his heart a bit more.
Eric leaned back, as if by physically giving her a few extra inches of space, he'd somehow lessen the body blow that he was about to deliver. He wavered, considered sugar-coating things, easing into things, but he knew by now that Annabeth responded well to straight-up words and thoughts. He dove in head-first, feeling like he was stepping off a cliff without a parachute. "Annabeth, that first time we met in the hotel restaurant  I already knew who you were."
"Oh, come on." She gently poked him on the shoulder, a playful little nudge. "What do you really have to tell me?"
"No, Annabeth. It's the truth. I approached you at lunch that day already knowing who you were."
"Wait  what? You did?"
"I did."
"But  how?" She paused, then looked at him hard. "The blog?"
"Yes, partly. I've read your blog regularly for almost three years, and I also have your books at home. I  I knew all about you and Cam a long time ago."
Annabeth blinked. "OK, so... why didn't you say something before now? I mean, it's not like I haven't run into readers purely by chance before, while just going about my day-to-day life. I think it's called 'seeing a blogger in the wild', or something like that, and it's not a big deal. You could have just said that you recognized me." 
"The thing is  well." Eric swallowed. "The thing is that it wasn't purely by chance."
"What?" Her voice had an edge to it that hadn't been there before. "What are you saying?"
"I'm saying that me being here at Open Skies right now is no coincidence." He forced the next words out, past the restriction in his throat. "I'm saying that I knew that you'd be here, getting your third book ready for publishing."
Annabeth stared at him. Her expression was a combination of confusion, disbelief, and the faint beginnings of anger. She opened her mouth, closed it, opened it again. She looked absolutely fucking stunned, and he was sure that she had about a hundred thoughts all racing through her mind at once. He waited, though, knew that she was going to recover, and when she did, he didn't want to steer the conversation. He was going to follow her lead, no matter where she decided to go, in which direction. Sure enough, this time when she opened her mouth, she found her voice:
"How the hell could you know that, Eric?" she demanded. "I never said anything on my blog or anywhere  not in interviews or articles  about my actual location. I never even hinted that it was near the mountains. I sure as hell never mentioned the name 'Open Skies', or anybody who worked here, or even that I stayed in a cabin as opposed to a hotel room or rented apartment. I left zero clues  I made sure of it. So how the actual hell did you know exactly where I'd be?"
He shifted under her ice-blue gaze, but this had to happen, all of it. "I knew from your blog that you always went to the same place to edit your books, and when I googled your name, I found a testimonial that you'd written for the Open Skies website."
"I've written testimonials for many hotels I like, all over the country," Annabeth said slowly. "Canada too. I always leave a review on TripAdvisor if I had a positive experience  I must have written fifteen of the damn things. So how did you know that I'd be here now?"
"I had a friend in the Houston police department run your credit cards from the last few times you were off doing your pre-publishing revisions," he said, knowing full well how fucking bad that sounded. Then again, it sounded bad because it really was bad. "You'd said in a few blog posts that you always stay at the same place, so I had him look for any card or cash transactions around the times that you were editing. It was easy enough to see that charges here at Open Skies appeared every single time."
She stared at him, real anger rising in her face. "You  you had a friend do what? A fucking search on my credit cards and bank machine transactions? Is that even legal?"
"No," he said quietly. "Not even close. He did me a huge favor."
"You goddamn sneaky lying son-of-a-bitch why did you do this?" She shot to her feet, panicking now. "You're a crazy stalker aren't you? You  you followed me here! Why?"
She backed away from him towards the door. He got to his feet, his hands outstretched, mutely begging for a chance to explain to everything.




Marysol James was raised in a small town in Canada and is still a small-town girl at heart. She's a cancer survivor, cinnamon bun lover, and hardcore caffeine addict.

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Cool, professional, and always in control, Julie Everett’s perfect New York life is rocked when she inherits a Colorado horse ranch from her late father – a man she’s never known. Then one horrible Monday takes away her job, fiancé, and choices, and she gets on the plane to Open Skies Ranch. After all, a quick sale would be ideal…

When Jake Weston hears that the spoiled daughter of his former employer is coming to accept her inheritance, he’s furious. What does a city party girl know about horses, or running a hotel, or anything at all? With every muscled inch of his body, he’s determined to give Julie a hard time, and punish her presumption and arrogance.

Jake soon realizes that what he’s heard about Julie doesn’t add up, and he decides to find out the truth. What he doesn’t expect to uncover is a vulnerable woman, looking to be loved for once in her life. Their passion sizzles hotter than anything either one has ever known before - but can Jake convince Julie that loving him is safe?


Its been a few months into the pandemic. Trapped inside our houses, separately, we are looking for solace in the sense of liberation and freedom a blog provides.
Its been a year since we first began being physically intimate with each other. Although our rendezvous' have not been as many as we would like them to be, we have experienced our fair share of 'doing it'.
Why share on a public platform? To be honest, we don't know either. One fine afternoon while having fun making poems about my ex's deeds, it just came to us. Create a blog. Write somewhere.
Will it be good or bad? No idea. Will people read it? No damn idea. However, what we did realise while creating this blog is that, we are now stepping into another dimension. One that was previously unexplored in our relationship. And that is adventure enough for us to get excited about!
So, hop on, if it sounds exciting to you! Hopefully, we shall cover a lot of ground together, learning, growing, evolving.
Since we are new to this, we cant make promises about how frequently we shall post. Most of all, this is an experiment. As we said, we wanna have fun writing this, we hope that you have fun reading it too!

Two individuals navigating through the gardens of ecstasy and exploring life together through valleys of creative freedom and the hills of togetherness.

Z city was one of the most populated cities. All sorts of people gathered here, from young to old, ordinary to elite, gentle to ruthless. Some will keep crossing paths with others while some will never meet in their whole life.
There were also a lot of different things you can enjoy in the city. Nightclubs, fashion shows, amusement parks, aquariums, street foods, and anything you can think of. No matter what you like, there will be something that will suit your tastes. 
---
Lu Xiyun and Zhao Bojing arrived at the apartment that was arranged beforehand. All the furniture had been brought already by the previous owners who were a newlywed couple. Because of some sudden circumstances, they had to sell the apartment and move to another city.
Zhao Bojing led Lu Xiyun to one of the three bedrooms. 
"This will be your bedroom from now on. You can unpack your things first."
"..." Lu Xiyun nodded.
Zhao Bojing went to his bedroom to unpack his things, too.
Same as Boss Gao, Zhao Bojing talked with Lu Xiyun even though he knew the other person wouldn't be able to hear.
When he first heard about bringing Lu Xiyun, he was a bit against it. He wasn't familiar with this person. Moreover, he was worried about living with someone who was deaf. He wasn't against people with disabilities. As he never interacted with them, he was hesitant in communicating with each other without offending the other party. Right now, he was still learning. 
In the end, he agreed because it was better to go to a new environment with a companion than alone.
---
Warm light shined through the window brightening the whole room. The pale blue color walls gave off a calming effect. Near the window was a grey study desk with a small pot of peace lily plant at the corner. Next to it was a white, empty bookshelf. The simple, single-sized bed looked so soft. By the bed was a medium-sized wooden closet. 
Lu Xiyun sat down on the bed lost in thought. He didn't unpack right away.
On his way here, he saw a lot of strange things. It was intriguing, yet it made him anxious about the new environment. Lu Xiyun was getting himself together while wondering if he would be able to live here from now on...
He looked around the room and inevitably compared it to that dark room with barely any sunlight. His body unconsciously started to quiver as cold sweats formed. Someone came into the room while he tried to hide in the corner. No matter how he struggled, the person dragged him out. Then, the person-
"Xiao Lu, let's go get something to eat. Then, we will go check out the bakery." Zhao Bojing came into the room and stood in front of Lu Xiyun. He made various hand movements.
Lu Xiyun was snapped back out of his thoughts. He nodded.
Zhao Bojing chose a burger place. He quickly picked the signature burger while Lu Xiyun was struggling. He didn't know what it was exactly except it was a bread type food as he looked at the picture menu. In the end, Zhao Bojing ordered the same thing for Lu Xiyun.
They found an empty table with their orders. Lu Xiyun stared at the burger because he hesitated to eat it. 
Few minutes passed, and he took the first bite. He slightly widened his eyes, which was so minimal that Zhao Bojing didn't notice the change in his expressionless face. Along with the noodles Boss Gao frequently made, Lu Xiyun thought this was the most delicious food he ever had.
They went to the bakery afterward. Zhao Bojing had been going back and forth between the cities for arrangements, so the construction of the bakery was mostly done. There were only small details that needed to be finalized. 
While Lu Xiyun was helping in the main bakery area, Zhao Bojing was in the kitchen organizing the supplies.
Suddenly, the door was opened. Someone walked in.
"Hello?"
Lu Xiyun's back was facing the entrance. He didn't notice someone came in. The person saw Lu Xiyun didn't answer. She then tapped him on the shoulder.
Lu Xiyun was startled. He quickly turned his head.
A woman with wavy, long brown hair was standing there. She seems to be in her 20s.
"Hi! I am a blogger, and my name is Zhang Tongtong.  I passed by this store many times, but I never saw the owner. I see the lights are on, so I try my luck to see if someone is here."
"..." Lu Xiyun was standing rigidly. His hands on both sides were clenched tightly into a fist.
Zhang Tongtong saw there was no response and thought she made a mistake. "Um...I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to barge in. I post about new places and food. I'm really interested in this new bakery, so I would like to write an article about it."
"..."
Zhang Tongtong started feeling awkward. When she was thinking of what to say, Zhao Bojing came out of the kitchen after hearing a woman's voice.
"Hello! My name is Zhang Tongtong and I'm a blogger..." Zhang Tongtong repeated what she said to Zhao Bojing.
Zhao Bojing knew from Boss Gao that Lu Xiyun was really shy around strangers. He gestured to Lu Xiyun to bring a cup of water from the kitchen. He then told Zhang Tongtong to sit at one of the tables.
"Hello, I'm Zhao Bojing, the owner and a pâtissier. You want to write an article about my bakery?"
Zhang Tongtong excitedly replied, "Yes! I go around the city to write about new places, especially the food ones. I see a new bakery is coming, so I want to write about it. If you accept it, I would also like to include your personal story in how you become a pâtissier."
Zhao Bojing was unsure about it. "May I see your blog?"
"Of course!" Zhang Tongtong opened her blog on her phone and handed it to him.
While Zhao Bojing was looking at the blog, Lu Xiyun came out with the water and placed it on the table.
Zhang Tongtong smiled, "Thank you!"
Lu Xiyun then sat at another table near them. Back then, he unconsciously turned frozen. He was afraid of her because she was a stranger. She may seem harmless, but Lu Xiyun knew a person who had a gentle appearance can be very cruel.
After looking at the blog, Zhao Bojing thought it was okay. He was able to see a lot of her efforts in writing the articles. Moreover, her blog had many followers. It can advertise the bakery. "Ms. Zhang, I will be happy to work with you."
Zhang Tongtong was ecstatic, "Thank you so much! It's fine if you just call me Tongtong."
Both began to talk about the content for the article until it was late in the day. They left each other their contact information before saying good-bye.
---
Soon, the opening day of the bakery was here. Zhao Bojing had hired another worker to help in the front with Lu Xiyun. Her name is Yang Jiahui, a freshman in college. She had a bubbly personality.
There were many people coming in, and Zhang Tongtong was here, too.
Zhao Bojing was busily baking the pastries in the kitchen. Yang Jiahui was the one receiving the orders and answering the customers' questions. Lu Xiyun was packing the pastries and making the drinks.
He practiced for a long time to make the drinks. He was still a bit clumsy in some steps and sometimes forgot the recipes. However, he was doing quite well for a beginner.  
The door opened again.
Zhang Tongtong happily said, "Welcome!" She kept glancing at the two customers as they looked at the menu. Everyone was the same except for Lu Xiyun. He was busy making the drinks. If he saw them, he would not give a second glance anyway.
The women wore an A-line purple dress. Some people found it hard to carry purple color clothes, but it looked beautiful on her. It brought out her youthful charm. She had long, almond brown hair. She had black peach blossom eyes with pink, thin lips.  
Standing next to her was a 1.85m tall man with black hair. He was slim, but he was not weak looking. He wore an azure suit, and the sleeves were rolled up midway. You can see his toned muscles in his arms. If a person looked into his obsidian eyes, the other party would feel pressure just like a noble-looking down on his subject. Once he smiled, it seemed like the pressure he gave off was an illusion. 
The two people left after ordering a few pastries, a macchiato, and a latte.
---
Zhang Tongtong was at a table enjoying the signature pastries and drinks. Her phone rang and there was a new text message. When she saw the message, she was stupefied. Then, she excitedly stood up. 
She called out to Zhao Bojing, "Bojing, I suddenly had something to do. I had to leave first. I will come back tomorrow." 
"Alright, see you tomorrow!" Zhao Bojing said as he popped his head out the door while holding a whisk. 
However, Zhang Tongtong didn't come the next day. She didn't come for the whole week nor answer Zhao Bojing's calls. On the 8th day, the police came instead.

Piercing sounds can be heard from all sides. All of a sudden, only dead silence was left. 
A gentle smile always appeared, yet the eyes showed a tinge of sadness.
 
“Excuse me, big brother. Are you going to play the claw machine?” The big brother tilted his head and walked to the side. 

As the children tried to drop the claw on the right spot, Lu Xiyun was tensely standing with both hands on the glass. His eyebrows were slightly furrowed while his eyes were glued to the moving claw. He was so concentrated that he was not blinking at all. 

Someone saw this scene and found this amusing. A small laugh can be heard.

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