Author: Akshay A Kumar

I am Akshay, a 20 year old 'forced' Engineer-to-be trying to break out of the nutshell and emerge as passionate writer which he is. He is not that ambitious and believing in only doing those work that thrills him. His main plus point is his irrational way of thinking which is evident in his writing. And he am ardent fan of mythology, history as well modern novels, Thrillers being his favourite genre !
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Sumi was the eldest of the four children. Her mother’s health was fainting with pneumonia. Following her mother’s illness, her father had gone in search of a job to another city but had never returned. The responsibility of the family fell on Sumi’s little shoulders. The twelve-year-old Sumi had to go out and work in…

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Suman returns home at night after a busy day at the office. As he laid back on the sofa and closed his eyes, he was lost in thoughts. Why did she do this to me? I loved her very much. My love was sincere.How could she be so heartless towards me? Was her love false…

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It was a quiet evening; Harsh was all by himself in his suave apartment in California in deep thoughts, when the phone rang. It took a while to get a grip on himself, as he took the phone. He stood in silence as he heard the shuddering voice on the other side. He walked back…

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Priya is a beautiful married woman in her early 30s, her husband Vivek being a reputed businessman dealing with construction. They have a son named Raghu who is 9 years old. Besides them, their family consists of Vivek’s parents and a permanent maid. Priya has her parents residing in South Delhi, and after her marriage,…

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The eerie silence of the night was choking her breath as she hustled forward on the lonely and dark street. Nobody can be seen, nobody can be heard. Her panicking breath was the only sound she can hear on her trail. Awkward. Why was she panicking? He thought while taking the sip of coffee. Is…

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“You again? Again stealing…. Huh? I shouldn’t have saved you before from the police.” That shopkeeper caught the boy again stealing the bread from his shop. He was holding the boy from his collar of his torn and dirty shirt. He smelled too. Maybe he didn’t take bath for years. The boy was silently looking…

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Indian Cinema has been known among the masses for portraying obsessed lovers; the classic example being Prince Salim in Mughal -e-Azam. Some of them even possess an extraordinary verbal communication style (K-K-K-K-Kiran). Others possess supposedly cool hairstyles. And some have a story where they leave the world for somebody and then that ‘somebody’ leaves them.…

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“I’m already here.” “That’s good. I’m on the cab now; give me fifteen minutes.” She responded. “If you see a MH 7546, that’ll be me.” I told her to take care before she hung up. I put down my phone and looked to my left. I caught the sight of the waitress coming over with…

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  A simple yet profound tale of romance, oops…LOVE !   He appeared very calm but the circumstance under which I am forced me to think otherwise. I began to walk backwards and took out my phone and posed myself like I was trying to call someone. I made sure there was no eye contact…

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  A simple yet profound tale of romance, oops…LOVE !   31st January 2017 02:45 AM   Dear Diary, You may be wondering why on earth at the middle of this night I am scribbling on you? And your doubt is totally righteous as I am not into divulging each and every happening in my…