LOGINArhaan was anxious to go back to his home in London. He had to stay in India only to find someone. With a dream to fly like a free bird, Antara had come to Bangalore, leaving her family in that old village, which was nothing less than a cage. And then their path collided. Will Arhaan stay for her? Will Antara remain the same, being his fan forever?
View More~AntaraArhaan was busy in gathering the pebbles. He kept throwing them and I joined him lately. We challenged each other of throwing to a bigger distance. But, both of us knew that, we couldn't see where the stones fell. From the top of the mountain, they might be fall in the river flowing under the mountain or maybe they melted inside the air to make their tune.Music - that connected me with Arhaan. He was a musician and I was an audience. He was a rockstar and I was his fangirl. But the common thing between us was our love for music. It was magical, divine and serene. He loves to create music and I loves to listen it. Without a artist, art had no existence. And without an art lover, artist had no existence. Music is that string, which connected me with Arhaan."Arhaan!" I uttered his name after a moment of silence prevailed between us. We were still standing at the top of the mountain, and looking down, there was onl
~AntaraIt was a sunny day. The warm rays in the month of December had its own role to make the day beautiful, but I was thrilled only by the idea of seeing Arhaan in front of me. I stole another glance of him to confirm that it was not a dream. He spared me weird look, while I gave him a toothy grin.After driving continuously for one hour and forty five minutes, according to my lead, we reached at the out skirts of the city. That's when I asked Arhaan to stop the car. We were at the end of the city - at a hill station.We came down and Arhaan looked at me. While I was too busy in inhaling the air. The air smelled too nice, as if it contained the smell of vanilla. I closed my eyes and opened my arms widely to feel the freshness."Antara!" Arhaan called, but I ignored him. Yes, he was my favorite ro
~ArhaanI went to a nearby society and took an apartment in rent for a month. I was not sure about how much days I was going to stay there. But that place was peace to my hectic life. I stayed there in disguise. I requested the apartment owner and secretary to keep my identity as a secret. By God's grace, there children turned out to be my fans. So autographs made my work easier.I was always scolded by Mom due to my bad handwriting. I so wanted her to be present there at that time to see the value of my one signature. Bangalore was a busy city. People ran here like a machine to earn money. But still, they craved for music. I was thankful to the owner for allotting an apartment for me at a short notice only. In exchange, he requested me to sing live for his daughter.I was more than glad to accept his offer. Music was my love, my passion and my life. And when I found people's love for my music, my heart flutt
~Antara~"The music volume was too high. The neighbours were going to complain for sure." I muttered coming out from the washroom. There was loud music coming from my side apartment. Though I was a music lover, but not our neighbouring peoples. They always had a complain, even if I played the music in a normal sound. Whoever was playing, must be a new neighbour in the side apartment.Holding the towel in my hand, I posed in front of the mirror. Ahh... The smell of wet hair!I was not a self obsessed girl. But I only loved my hairs, when they were wet. The only time, they stayed in a perfect shape. Well, I had a curly... No... Not much curly but wavy hair. And the favourite time pass of their was to be tangled with each other or with other things, like my pen, eyeglass or sometimes even they gave spaces to vegetables like lady finger to hang themselves. And another best talent about them was their mood. In dry





