Anika Verma:
Dance is my passion. My dreams, my career, my future, my everything. 
For fulfilling this dream, I moved from India to California and lied to the most important people in my life, 
My Family.
I promised myself that after this, I will never hide anything from them.
But then, I did something stupid, which I'm sure most of you must have done, at some point.
Sending message to a Hollywood star.
At that time I didn't knew that he would reply back. 
But he did. He replied to me. 
And with that reply, my whole life changed.

But only time will tell whether the change was for good or bad?

Zane Sterling:
Everyone thought that my life was absolutely perfect. A perfect home, loving parents and a perfect career.
Being a Hollywood star has it's own perks.
But only I knew what my life actually was.
In the last five I didn't get any peace. 
Until I started talking to her.
From the moment I read her message, I had this strange need to get to know her better, to see her in person, to hold her.
Her simplicity, her beauty, her love for books, her words, her way of looking towards life. 
Everything was attracting me towards her like a magnet.
And slowly, she put all my pieces back together.
She came as a light in my dark life.
Now, I will never let her go.

What will happen when people from two different worlds collide?
Will their love be able to hold them together or will they be shattered into pieces?

Till Forever Falls Apart: Dreams and Passion

“Well, we came here to celebrate Rakhi with you guys, but I guess it's not happening anymore, right?” Neela, that condescending woman, said, “I think we should leave, huh Pranav? Give them a little privacy.” 


Her husband came towards me and said, “I'm disappointed in you, Anu. I thought you were smarter than this.” 


Huh? Disappointed? Him? Who the fuck does he think of himself? 


I don't give a shit about him or his manipulative and condescending wife. All I care about is my family and the damage that they've caused. They're never gonna trust me again. I just know this. 


“But…Rakhi?” That innocent kid asked. 


Oh sweet child, your bitch of a mother already ruined the festive atmosphere. 


She never intended to celebrate Rakhi with us in the first place. 


“No questions. Chalo.” She told him firmly. 
