Gayu2594

What would you do when you are attending a high class reception in a sleak suit and suddenly a girl in ripped jean and hoodie approaches you??? What do you do when she ends up dragging you out of there?? What do you say when she confesses to you just few hours after you guys met???

This is a story of a very bold straight forward female and a completely baffled, swept away male.

This is actually a story with a male Cinderella and a female knight in shining armour. Just without the missing shoes...
                    
15 minutes later, Charan’s car came to a standstill outside a multistory apartment complex. But Shreya did not get down right away. Rather she turned towards Charan and said, “I… I… I was told I was way too straight forward that it leaves them baffled some times. So don’t complain that I did not warn you.”
Then she paused and took a deep breath. She then looked at Charan and said without batting her eyes, “I like you. So if you are single and you are okay with me I would like it if we could hang out and get to know each other.”
“…” Charan’s brain froze. You call that a warning!!!!
“So yea… uhm… here is my number.” She said and took the pen from his pocket and wrote down her number on his palm and got down from the car.
* The cover is not my property. I made sure the signature is there but i have no idea who did it. I just got it from pinterest.

Rich Brat: Sweet revenge of a Lazy Princess

Meera was soo deep in thought that she did not really give attention to where she was or what was going on around until the person driving her knocked on her windows after reaching her home.

The whole way, Meera couldn't eradicate the restlessness in her mind. She was highly confused and agitated with what Zack said to her at last.

'Trust me, kid. Shreya never harmed you or your family. In fact, she is the one protecting you guys... from some very bad people.'

For her, Shreya was an existence she absolutely hates. She knew the major part of it was the fact that Shreya had the things she craved from every last fiber of her being… people… the love and care of people. People who could actually know her, understand her and accept her the way she was. She was most jealous of that. It had been there from when she was a little kid.

It was as easy as breathing.