LOGIN''Don't fight me please...!'' he pleaded with his whisper by my ears. His obsession was killing me, yet I couldn't fight it, I was drawn to him unknowingly.... It's a story about love, story of a naive, innocent girl Priyanka and arrogant , possessive guy Raghav, how they fell in love with each other, but a twist of events turned them away from each other, but possessive and dominant Raghav is adamant in making Priyanka succumbed to him.
View MorePassion makes the old medicine new:Passion lops off the bough of weariness.Passion is the elixir that renews:how can there be wearinesswhen passion is present?
Beauty unveils His exquisite formin the solitude of nothingness;He holds a mirror to His Faceand beholds His own beauty.he is the knower and the known,
I am a sculptor, a molder of form.In every moment I shape an idol.But then, in front of you, I melt them downI can rouse a hundred formsand fill them with spirit,
Who is at my door?He said, “Who is at my door?”