Novels by Anu

◦•●◉✿I can buy clothes for others, but not mine✿◉●•◦ 𝗥𝗼𝗼𝗵𝗶 𝗣𝗼𝘃 I’m done," I sighed heavily, stepping out of the trial room like a soldier returning from war. "We have 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 started! You’ve barely 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥 ten dresses yet!" Preet exclaimed dramatically, resting her hands on her hips. "Where is the fashionista energy, huh?" "Shopping can be tiring. I second that," Pari said, nodding in agreement like a tired judge. I nodded too, fixing my top and pulling my jeans up properly. "See? Someone understands me." "At least tell us what you even want," Preet complained, flipping through hangers with exaggerated disappointment. "Shopping with no aim is useless—utterly useless." She held up two different dresses, waving them in my face like I was supposed to have an instant revelation. I scrunched my nose and shook my head. "How about Indo-Western?" Pari chimed in, showing us some really pretty pictures on her phone. I nodded immediately, but Preet shook her head so fast, I

◦•●◉✿ Some people wants to stand for you, But they bleed more in silence. ✿◉●•◦ 𝗥𝗼𝗼𝗵𝗶 𝗣𝗼𝘃 Apurna's Family has left now and I hate that they have now left because right now— It sucks sitting in front of your whole family and they have the same question for you ' 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘳? ' My father had that judging face for me but his silence was thicker and it suffocates me to death. While My mother frowned, scratching her right palm. It's her thinking habit every time she does that she thinks hard and hardest. My sister kept blabbering how she is not interested in not giving her Lavender Saree to me for the one of function. Meanwhile, Ayush sat on the ground leaning on the couch munching chips as if watching a daily soap opera. Veins in my head throb painfully. I rub my forefinger between my brows, Trying to ease the pain. " Why do you not have any clothes to wear for a wedding? What about that Peach Sarara and that Navy Blue gown? " M

◦•●◉✿ If it's hard, It's life ✿◉●•◦ 𝗥𝗼𝗼𝗵𝗶 𝗣𝗼𝘃 It's been a few weeks since the hot event that happened between me and my father. I got an earful from my mother and in the next three days, everyone forgot about it. Today was hectic, I had to do some new Chorus for the Upcoming Dance performance of the Film Fare Event. Teaching a celebrity could be hard and if that person is none other than Karan Johar. It's a tragedy. I don't understand why that guy doesn't stop at his Tea with Karan show. I mean, He is the worst Dancer if you ask me. Not because he dances worse; Cause he has so many excuses. Like seriously. Change this, Change that—and his 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 . It looks like someone pooped on his face . How can a person manage to give such horrible expressions. And on last Film Fare that guy said to Vicky Kaushal that he is not a good dancer. Not a Good Dancer!!! That guy is killing his profession so far, So good. I stopped in front of my house, I took a

◦•●◉✿Some wounds cannot seen, But feel ✿◉●•◦ 𝗥𝗼𝗼𝗵𝗶 𝗣𝗼𝘃 It's already past the Evening. 7 PM at night. I stood outside my house, I know what is already waiting for me. I took a deep breathe and press the door bell. My heart thumped ever so loudly in my chest that I would heard it in my ear, felt it in my bones. Door swing open revealing my younger Brother. 𝗔𝘆𝘂𝘀𝗵 He quickly went inside, I remove my shoes and put them in shoe rack walking in living room. There I saw, My father sitting on couch like he own the world, like world revolves around him, his words. I walk past him, I tried— " Stop, Right. There " His voice freeze the air in house, Thick layer of tension spread like a cold bedsheet in room. His voice was loud, Pitchy and moreover pissed. I halted at my steps, I look back calmly when I am not. Ayush stay on Dinning table, Chittra is out of her room. Mom stay in kitchen, her hand rolling the belan so nonchalantly as if her ear doesn't twitch so violently

◦•●◉✿ Who wants to leave, Leave either way. ✿◉●•◦𝗥𝗼𝗼𝗵𝗶 𝗣𝗼𝘃Despite being the worst morning of this month, somehow it’s not the worst day. Today is Friday, which means 𝗙𝗨𝗡 𝗗𝗔𝗬. Today our group is together which means— 🅽🅴🆆 🆁🅴🅴🅻.I’ve been looking at this trend for a long time now. It’s almost gone but— who cares? People have flooded my DMs for not doing this trend, and I just dropped a story for them to wait for THE BEST. And it can be us all together.It took me a good three hours to teach the choreo to our most tensed-up persons— 𝗦𝗵𝗶𝘃 and 𝗣𝗿𝗲𝗲𝘁.Today we specifically came to the mall to make this one specific dance reel. 𝗞𝗮𝗯𝗲𝗲𝗿 is a dancer, so of course he pulled it like a pro. As for 𝗧𝗮𝗻𝗺𝗮𝘆 and 𝗣𝗮𝗿𝗶 — they are naturals.At first, I thought Tanmay would NEVER contribute himself for reels, but this guy blew my mind when he joined me randomly on Ta Ta Ta remix with the Bollywood song Cheez Badi H Mast.I was shocked by his skills. Our group

◦•●◉✿ Broken trust cannot be the same again ✿◉●•◦ 𝗗𝗵𝗿𝘂𝘃 𝗣𝗼𝘃 I wore my well-ironed white shirt paired with navy blue straight, crisp pants. I left two buttons undone on my shirt, fastened my pants, and clasped my Gucci belt. I slipped my hands into my navy blue coat, combed my hair back, wore my shoes, and sprayed on my daily perfume. I clasped my Rolex watch around my wrist and left my room with my phone. I walked down the stairs and headed toward my grandmother. She was engrossed with her device. I bent and touched her feet silently. “Namashkar, Dadi,” I spoke in a low voice. She looked up from her phone and patted my head. “So, someone has time to enlighten us with their almighty presence.” She raised her brow. “I was busy,” I gave her a short reply, on which she rolled her eyes. “Piss off, Busy man,” she grunted and pushed me away. I was baffled inside but didn’t show it on my face. Did she just say 𝘱𝘪𝘴𝘴 off? I took my seat at the dining table. The maid ga