hey friends, jaisa ki aap jante hain ki maine apni life me ab tak shilpa or kash ke siwa kisi par fan fic poem nahi likha,but adya ke "you dont know me" poem me "kajen' ki ye siggy mujhe iti achchi lagi ki apne aap ek poem ban gayi...thanks a lot adya for posting this beautiful siggy and thanks a lot to the siggy maker too.
"jab wo pari mere jiwan mein aa gayi"
This is a very long part, so I hope you guys don't get bored of it lol.. Tell me what you think of it and I'll do the replies in the next part :))
Monday, January 1, 6.00 A.M.
Detective Armaan Malik studied the small crowd behind the yellow tape. Neighbours, he thought. Some still wore bathrobes and slippers. Some were old, some middle-aged. Some cried. Some swore. Some did both.
AR FF Specially for you, only you...
PART 53…
Anjali: Armaan kaha hai….
Riddhima: Pata nehi…
Anjali: Wht… Tum dono saat main nehi aayi…
DISCLAIMER: Dis ff is NOT WRITTEN by me... just read it on sum other site..luvd it n thought 2 share it wit u all... m a silent reader... d author has written some 74 epis n left it in 2009... so i wld continue after dat..till den njoy d writer's wrk...
EPISODE 8
Riddhima..stands in dilemma…then she gets da sight of armaan..wid few of his frends…she thinks of nuthing and jst goes running to him…though he had dun so bad to her….but fr riddhima..at da moment…it ws not abt revenge….especially when it came to life and health….she knew he made her fall on purpose but she wud take her revenge her way…but not by hurting anybody physically….
Riddhima: xcuse me…..
Baltimore, Maryland, Monday, January 1, 5.35 A.M.
Music blasting in her ears, Riddhima Gupta sang along as she jogged the path that cut through the part behind her apartment. She sang quite loud, but she didn’t really care about the fact that she was hopelessly off key. Muskaan was the real singer, after all. Nobody cared what Riddhima’s voice sounded like, only her violin sang. Besides, nobody was around to hear her this morning except other runners and they had earphones just like she did.
This time of the morning there was no one she needed to impress, nobody whose opinion she needed to worry about. It was one of the many reasons she loved the hour before dawn.
A sweet wala hello to everyone. I am Adya, new here. Just wanted to share this. Hope you guys like it.
hey,
neha [shona] here to bore you all again with this another piece of poem i wrote long back.
Kehte hain pyar hota hai anek baar,
per mohabbat hoti hai sirf ek baar.
Phir bhi pyar ko mahobbat ka naam deni ki
galti karta hai insaan baar baar.
hey guys,
this is neha[shona] here ....first of all i'm very srry for not updating Homeless since long time but i promise as soon as my exams are over i'll be updating it regularly till then plz bear with you.
And a thanks to every one who liked the OS's - In my heart (ArSh) & you n me (ArSh), thnks a lot for ue support.
Here is a poem i wrote sometime ago but didnt post it, hope u all with like it
Five years earlier...
She ran as fast as her petite legs could carry her. Her sprint getting faster by every passing second, though she was sure she would soon black out, she needed to stop... Needed to breathe! She felt as if her lungs were about to explode any minute now, if she didn’t stop! But she didn’t dare stop, she couldn’t! If she stopped then she would either be dead or back to that hell, she had escaped from! She had to get away from that monster that was incessantly chasing her. He was out of sight right now, however she couldn’t take the risk of stopping for some quick air, she knew he would catch up with her soon if she stopped even for a nanosecond. So she ran hastily, she was wet but not from the rain that had stopped just a few minutes ago, but from the trickles of sweat that sizzled over her fine skin... Her transparent white Kurti clung onto her like second skin, showing her delicate skin from beneath.
DISCLAIMER: Dis ff is NOT WRITTEN by me... just read it on sum other site..luvd it n thought 2 share it wit u all... m a silent reader... d author has written some 74 epis n left it in 2009... so i wld continue after dat..till den njoy d writer's wrk...
EPISODE 7
Riddhima gets more nervous…and strts trembling as da crowd strts cheering….asking fr da couple to dance….and then she overhears somebody sayin….
Guy: arey yeh toh wohi hai naa….solo dance champ….
Hi everyone! Okay now let me get staright to the point lol.. At times when I have been busy, I had asked a freind to update some parts of 'A Beautiful Love Story' for me, but what I didn't know that my stupid freind was copying parts from here and there of another story from India Forums called 'The World's Odest Story!' written by a girl called Rachna. The last part of part 34, the conversation between Armaan-Riddhima is just a mix of two or three conversations from Rachna's story. I wouldn't have known this if I hadn't read Rachna's comment on the update, coz I don't normally read the parts that my freind's updates and I guess that was my biggest mistake!
Part 11
Rahul and Muskaan were on the bus going to Lonavla for the regular checkup of the kids at the orphanage. Muskaan was unusually quiet. Rahul did not like to see her like this..He cursed himself for going away from her…He could not wipe her tears when she needed him the most.
Flashback
Rahul’s didi: Rahul tu jaldi Patiala aaja
Rahul: Didi aap jante ho main itni jaldi US se nahi aa sakta aur waise bhi yahan Dad ko meri zarurat hai…aap jante ho wo kitna bimaar rehte hain
please read the note after reading the ff in the last this note is specially for my frnd who says my ff is boring do read it dear .
Recap:Whenriddhima was hugging atul armaan saw zem n tightening his fist .riddhima saw armaan’s changing expressions n (antaratma) dino key bachey milgayi fursat crocodile sey pati dev u r in great trouble nw riddhima gupta dekhaye vo kya cheez hai u r soooo dead my luv.
While roaming here and there in the corridor of her classroom….
YOU & ME (ArSh Version)
Armaan's Pov:
As I entered our house, my eyes were immediately attracted to your long silky black hair. Your smile was a welcome relief from the long day. Due to my last minute emergency cases I was late and I tried to apologize for it but you would buy none of it, not because you were angry but because you had accepted me and the fact that my life revolves around work and my patients.
You accepted me the way I am without any reluctance like the wives of other men do, but almost gladly sharing my success more like a friend who was by my side through thick and thin.
IN MY HEART (ArSh Version)
It wasn't the first time I had been moving out. My so called latest family were no different from the others I had been send to since 4 years. Same old story, I lived in peace for about a week and then the real fuss started. I was send to them not because they wanted be but because they were the only relatives I had. If the accident that took away my parents weren't enough I was sent to different people to increase my misery. Today was no different I was moving yet again to a different family. Like others even they would consider me as a puppy in the pound. No one till now had the heart to put me out of my misery and no will never.
DMG 3 (PART 41)
Armaan eyes took of from her when a light hit his face… He looks behind her and his eyes grow big to see a car coming behind her.…. It was coming towards Riddhima and Armaan didn’t know wht to do… As she was not far from him he goes and pulls her…
Riddhima was shocked to see Armaan running towards her and pulls her… She fell on top of him while he was under her… The car went inches away from both… Now Riddhima got why he came running to her…
God, its been forever...and I know you guys dont remember me but if you remember the ff Dillon ki Dastan...maybe...or not...thats okay :D but here is the second part of the ff i started a while ago
The Art of Telling the Truth with Lies
Part 2
“Riddhima…Riddhima…Riddhima!!” A frustrated Nicki shook her friend who for the moment seemed to be in a trance. After they had made their way out of Ms. Berry’s apartment, Riddhima hadn’t uttered a single word and Nicki was getting bored watching her miserable state.
DISCLAIMER: Dis ff is NOT WRITTEN by me... just read it on sum other site..luvd it n thought 2 share it wit u all... m a silent reader... d author has written some 74 epis n left it in 2009... so i wld continue after dat..till den njoy d writer's wrk...
EPISODE 6
So the dance competition ws now won by st peters….and now…scores of st peters n st xaviers were equal….
hey friends,thanks a lot for your lovely comments and specially thanks to AR_Eternal love and liza,who love this ff so much and requested me to update.
and thanks a lot to my silent readers too,who gave me their precious like tabs...
now the part...hope you will enjoy it....
DISCLAIMER: Dis ff is NOT WRITTEN by me... just read it on sum other site..luvd it n thought 2 share it wit u all... m a silent reader... d author has written some 74 epis n left it in 2009... so i wld continue after dat..till den njoy d writer's wrk...
EPISODE 5
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