Novel & Cerita Dinesh Pandit Novel Writer

Let’s challenge the heights of the Himalayas, And the depths of the Pacific Rebel against the rebels Wage another war for peace Look straight into the eyes of the sun Jump out of this earth for another one Do all those that make us daring And yet, dare not say…we are in love!  Niladri Chakraborty, born and brought up in Guwahati, writes short stories, poems and personal essays about his experiences in his hometown. His writings have been published in The Assam Tribune, the premier English daily of North-East India and Twist and Twain. He works in an international bank and in his free time provides Communication Training and Life Coaching. He lives in Kolkata with his wife, son and daughter

Chapter 41 India's POV The cursor blinks at me like it’s mocking me. A cruel, tiny pulse on a sea of white, steady, unrelenting, and taunting. I’ve been staring at this empty document for forty-three minutes, and all I’ve written is my name. India Seethal. Not even centered. Not bold. Just sitting there at the top corner like a bruise that refuses to fade. The irony isn’t lost on me. I’m supposed to be a writer, someone who breathes meaning into blank spaces and yet, today, I can’t even assemble a sentence that doesn’t feel fake.

Drishti said passionately. She never gets bored listening to that story, and she never gets bored narrating it. Shravan was at a loss for words. Who would have thought cutthroat businessman Vihaan Malhotra is a poet at heart? Would surprises ever cease to exist? He had been receiving one after another without a break for the past week. "Well, yes, maybe it happens in some people's lives. It's not possible for everyone to feel the same, right?" "But I so wanted it to happen for me," Drishti said dreamily.

THE DARK TEMPTATIONS THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION. ANY RESEMBLANCE TO PLACES, EVENTS OR REAL PEOPLE ARE ENTIRELY COINCIDENTAL. AUTHOR:- Pranjal Yadav Pen name:- Cream puff ~So what? Don't stop and worry youself, it's good for nothing. Let go. Although there is no answer yet, you can start the fight. ~

“Please come to my cabin,” Dinesh mentioned as Anushka looked up from her phone. She was reading another one of the books online. She loved romance books and would prefer them any day over her textbooks. She walked to his cabin, straightening the white t-shirt and pants she was wearing today. It was the least bit professional, but she did wear a sweater over it, so it was fine. As usual, knocking on the door twice, she walked inside as he gestured to her to sit, “How many countries do we deal with?” He asked all of a sudden.

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