In the farming world, dragons and monsters are the strongest, and demons always want to dominate the human universe.  A young man moves from the land to the world of agriculture.  It strengthens the body, cultivates qi, and controls destiny

Zhou Lian thought his death was unfair and unjust. His want for revenge was so great, that he found himself with a system. 

[Analysing, please wait a moment]

With a start, he stood up and looked around, but saw nothing.

"Who's there?" he asked the whiteness around him. He didn't get an answer until what felt like an eternity had passed. 

[Finished analyzing. Welcome Host, System 0007 at your service] 

When the childlike voice echoed through the white space, a small black bird puffed in front of him, which startled him greatly.

[Host can call System 0007, Wu Bai]

"What?"

Reborn as a side character fated to die, Luka, a youth abandoned by his family after the death of his mother, strives to live a life of absolute freedom, unlike his past self. 

With nothing but a sword in hand and the knowledge of this worlds future events, will he grab a hold of his future or fall to the fate given to him?

Song Ning died in a car accident and gets bounded by a system which helps people with deep resentments to counter-attack. 

From here, the journey of Song Ning begins. She goes to different worlds, helps different people in counter-attacking.

Song Ning is not over-powered from the beginning. She grows along the story while experiencing difficulties.

(This is my first novel. Please give it a try and experience different worlds with Song Ning.)

With the worlds population down to 10%, Henry Zariath gets exiled out of one of the only safe places of the country of Viaroon. When Henry was scavenging for supplies, he finds a group in trouble.
After helping the group, they end up convincing the Higher-Ups to allow Henry to reside within the safety of the walls. 
But after an attack, he is then sent out to hunt down the remaining vampires that survived the counter attack.

The poem was posted!

It was getting lively on Weibo again!

"Quickly take a look! Zhang Ye has posted on Weibo!"

"Let me take a look at what Teacher Zhang just posted!"

"If this is done to kin, won't they be filial children? Wahahaha!"

"That last sentence is such a classic! Godly scolding! It didn't even have a single word of profanity in it! Aiyo, such a joy to read! It was even dedicated to those 'filial children'?" 

"Zhang Ye has fired his cannons again!"

"Teacher Zhang's scolding is too awesome!"

"But of course, haha. Our Teacher Zhang is a scolding specialist. Those industry insiders wanted to use Teacher Zhang as a bridge to bootlick Li Tao? Wish to step on Teacher Zhang Ye to get to higher places? I can't help but laugh at their low intelligence! Teacher Zhang Ye's already so infamous. He has already scolded so many people till they had to beg for their lives and yet they dare to scold him? What's wrong with their memory? Haha, now they have badly scolded by Teacher Zhang! Serves them right!"

"Well scolded by Zhang Ye. This group of lackeys are f**king disgusting! Everyone knows clearly what the hell is going on! As long as they have eyes and a brain, everyone would know that there's some conspiracy, let alone you industry insiders, but you all!? You all put the blame and scolded Teacher Zhang for having no professional ethics? Then where are your professional ethics? You clearly know that it's wrong, yet you help the party in doing wrong to create additional pressure for Zhang Ye! Compared to Teacher Zhang Ye, people like you do not deserve to be public figures! Misleading the public! Fanning the flames! Do you all really take the commoners to be fools?! Filial children as a description for you guys is too suitable!"

"Zhang Ye is on a roll these past few days!"

"Hehe, do you think people on Li Tao's side will regret?"

"Do you still need to ask? Of course! Those people must be regretting until their intestines turned green!"

"That's right, haha. They thought they were pinching a soft persimmon, but little they did expect Teacher Zhang Ye to be such a thorn. His whole body is full of thorns!"

"I'm impressed. Only Teacher Zhang Ye can rebuke this well!"

"I've deduced that anyone who messes with Teacher Zhang will not live peacefully. Didn't he create an earth-shattering mess the other time?!"

"There's no other way. Who asked Zhang Ye to be so daring to speak the truth, I like him so much!"

"Heeheehee. Teacher Zhang is different from the others. Look at the other celebrities and public figures. They only know how to create news out of nothing by 'falling down' or having 'wardrobe malfunctions', but Teacher Zhang Ye has never resorted to any such stunts, even though he gets exposure from time to time. From his debut till now, I believe the number of people who follow him for his works does not surpass the people who follow him for his scoldings and finding trouble. Do you guys think that even if Zhang Ye were to be banned from the entertainment industry, could he depend on scolding others with his poems....to miraculously become an A-list or B-list celebrity?"

"Haha, that's totally possible!"

"In Teacher Zhang's dictionary, nothing is impossible. Teacher Zhang has done so many amazing things that I won't even be surprised anymore!"

"Those who replied, don't you think you guys are getting carried away? Teacher Zhang is still at a crossroad right now."

"No choice, Teacher Zhang is exactly such a person who makes others happy. His works aren't even my taste, but everytime I see him scolding or causing an incident, I cry with excitement!"

Fans of Zhang Ye were all tickled funny!

In contrast, those industry insiders, including the guests on Shanghai provincial channel earlier, who were showing their support for Li Tao and the SARFT's decisions, now had their faces red with anger and embarrassment. They felt like they could strangle Zhang Ye now!

Filial children?

Filial children your sister!

Zhang Ye, you’re too wicked! That mouth of yours is to fucking wicked!

They immediately launched a counter-attack on Weibo, but before Zhang Ye could even bother himself with their replies, Zhang Ye's fans had already drowned them out!

"Yo, the filial children are getting anxious!"

"Haha, the filial children can't take it anymore!"

"Teacher Zhang Ye, run away quickly. Don't let those filial children bite you! We will sacrifice ourselves in your place!"

After scolding for a full day, the industry insiders also stopped. Because they realised that no matter how much they scolded Zhang Ye, whether it was a thousand or ten thousand scoldings, it would be in vain. It couldn't even compare to the ferocity of Zhang Ye's "Working Together"!

This was a poem used to scold those who adulate and flattered others. It was a poem by Dong Yingju from his previous world. "Working Together" had been passed down from the ancient times to present days. It was very famous and Zhang Ye had used it today to insult the 'filial children' who bootlicked Li Tao. It seemed to be very suitable for them!

That bunch of people could not outscold him. They could only keep their anger inside as their rage slowly extinguished without a place to vent!

Counter-attack?

How could they counter-attack!? What could they counter attack with!?

Even if they combined their efforts, they could not match his literary talents!

Zhang Ye's poem was like a nuclear weapon. It could be described as extremely savage. Not only them, the Beijing Writer's Association's members also got a taste of his scolding! Zhang Ye ability in stirring up trouble and scolding of people was already very well known. It was extremely famous!

Those industry insiders were now regretting quite a bit. They had initially felt that Zhang Ye was done for and that he would disappear from the entertainment circle. They felt that even if they were to offend him, there would be no problems. So instead, they sucked up to Li Tao and the Shanghai SARFT. They openly supported them so that they may get some beneficial decisions in the future, but seeing Zhang Ye jump out with a ferocious "Working Together", they suddenly felt that what they did caused more harm than good. Every poem of Zhang Ye's was very classic. This was already a fact well known to everyone. Like the previous time when Beijing Television  imprisoned Station's Wang Shuixin had "Some People" thrown his way at the memorial service. That poem had shocked the nation and displaced a leader of a television station of his role. It was rumoured that he was. In the past, Wang Shuixin had some fame as a poet and was the person who wrote "Everything", which made its way into our educational material, but who was Zhang Ye? A man with no fame and authority. Just with a poem like "Some People", whenever it was mentioned, it made people hateful of Wang Shuixin. They would need to scold him a bit to ease their rage!

What kind of viciousness was this?!

This was the power of Zhang Ye's works!

"Working Together" might not be as good as "Some People", but it was also a powerful work. That bunch of industry insiders thought to themselves and hoped that they wouldn't become related names with "Working Together". To be mentioned in the same breath whenever this "Working Together" was brought up by people and the future generations? To be alluded with this poem? Holy sh*t! This sort of opportunity was not something they wanted!

The scoldings faded.

They did not make any posts on Weibo!

Zhang Ye's practical move had warned many others. Yes, this bro did offend people. I might not be able to continue on in the entertainment industry, but my conscience is clear. I did nothing wrong. The truth and facts are clear to everyone. I did not provoke any of you, so don't provoke me. If anyone thinks that just because I have been banned and wanted to take the chance to bully me while I'm down? Consider yourselves to be blind! Even if I am going to become an ordinary commoner! Even if I don't work in the entertainment circle anymore! I will scold you all like I scold my grandchildren. It's that simple! If you think you can win against me in scolding! Then let's have a practice match! If you think you have the ability! Then don't waste time talking and do it instead!

......

He closed his laptop.

Zhang Ye snapped his fingers, "Alright, I've settled it."

Dong Shanshan, ".....That's how you settled it?"

"Yea." Zhang Ye was feeling at ease and smiled. "Then how did you think I would settle it? I just want to scold them into submission. Different situations call for different actions, I don't care who it is. Whoever it is, come get me!"

Dong Shanshan curled her lips in helplessness, "You're really not afraid of offending people." 

"I'm not in the entertainment industry anyway. I don't have anything to consider. Even if it's an A-list celebrity who comes to insult me, I will scold them without hesitation!" Without worries and without a job, Zhang Ye was feeling at ease all over again. He was a free soul, so who would scare him?

Dong Shanshan opened the laptop that Zhang Ye had just closed, "Let me read that poem." After reading it once over, she said, "In the past, I was a little skeptical. I thought that maybe your poems were pre-written, but today, I believe you. You really composed it on the spot?"

Zhang Ye smiled. "More or less."

Dong Shanshan looked at him and toasted, "Sure, to this poem, cheers!"


Zhang Ye was originally a mundane college graduate with aspiring dreams to become a star, but unfortunately has below average looks and height. However one day, he woke up and suddenly found himself in a parallel world! 
It’s like the same world, but wait a minute…many brands, celebrities and even famous works from his world changed and are gone in this new world! Armed with the profound literary knowledge of his previous world and a heaven-defying Game Ring that gives him magical items, stats and skills, Zhang Ye embarks on a journey to pursue his life-long dream of becoming famous!
Follow Zhang Ye as he takes the new world by storm, one plagiarized piece at a time, to hilarious reactions!

As Ji Yuan walked with Yun Chi side by side as he followed Gong Xiaotian and several cultivators, he was also cursing Xiang Li and Fairy Anyang in his soul sea.
"Why didn't you stop me?"
But at the same time his roving eyes were looking at Yun Chi's slender legs; she really got beautiful legs…
Fairy Anyang protested weakly, "We did!"
Xiang Li nodded, "Yes, we did!"
"You should be more insistent! You should sometimes I really didn't mean what I'm saying. And now you're forcing me to go on a date with Yun Chi!" Ji Yuan sighed to them.
"You should remember how dangerous she is that night. I actually don't want to be in any dangerous place as her."
Xiang Li, Fairy Anyang: …
Ji Yuan sighed again to them, "But it is not your fault. She is too cunning. She has to use the good man's card by calling me a hero and pretending to be a vulnerable maiden. Alas, I am really a sucker when a vulnerable maiden needs my protection."
Fairy Anyang muttered weakly, "You know and you fall for it."
Xiang Li giggled, "That's my Big Brother. He is always up for new game."
Ji Yuan: …
"Xiang Li, we should really talk. You're damaging my reputation in front of my Spirit Consort Anyang here."
Fairy Anyang weakly muttered, "Forget about your reputation. There aren't any."
Ji Yuan: …
Ji Yuan: …
Ji Yuan: …
Then Fairy Anyang smiled, "My lord, you seem to have forgotten something."
Ji Yuan: ???
Fairy Anyang giggled, "Shouldn't you dedicate a poem for Xiang Li and I as well? It is only fair."
Xiang Li giggled, "That's right! Big Brother, I want a poem too. Write something that is better than the one that you've written for Maiden Yun Chi."
Ji Yuan: …
Ji Yuan: …
Ji Yuan: …
All of a sudden Fairy Anyang asked Ji Yuan, "My lord. I've found Maiden Yun Chi to be a little suspicious. Do you think that she is the Dea-"
Ji Yuan firmly said, "She is not the Death God Mingwang for sure. First of all, the Death God Mingwang is a guy. Secondly, she doesn't have any desolate aura on her. She is the same as us."
He sighed heavily before saying solemnly, "Although voice can be disguised but a person's aura can never be disguised. As for her real intention, we may never know. But it is better that we guard against her."
Fairy Anyang asked, "How do you intend to guard against her?"
Ji Yuan chuckled, "This is actually the easiest. Never be caught alone with her. Haha."
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Gong Xiaotian had led Ji Yuan and Yun Chi far away from the main camp. 
And soon they had come to desolate desert valley where they saw another group of cultivators.
Gong Xiaotian lit a smile as he said to Ji Yuan and Yun Chi, "We're here."
Ji Yuan shifted his eyes to look around suspiciously; he had sense killing malevolent intentions from Gong Xiaotian and the other cultivators…
All of a sudden he had realized that Gong Xiaotian was leading him into an ambush and he was displeased. 
Gong Xiaotian did not know that Ji Yuan was actually extra sensitive when someone was planning to kill him and that he had been playing a game of cat and mouse with the Black Hand Guild, an assassin guild in the past. 
Ji Yuan suddenly said, "Brother Gong! There is no underground ruin, am I right? What game are you playing with me?"
Gong Xiaotian had turned around with a cold smirk, "It is too late for you to realize it."
When he had said that, twenty other cultivators had also surrounded Ji Yuan and Yun Chi with their swords that were drawn.
Gong Xiaotian turned to Yun Chi to smirk coldly, "Maiden Yun Chi, this is none of your business. Step aside first. This is between us and this Ji Yuan."
His plan was simple enough;
First, get Ji Yuan.
Second, let the rest of the surviving cultivators fight over Yun Chi and then he will give the final backstabbing to the last remaining cultivators. 
All the last remaining cultivators were actually his remaining cultivators!
Eventually he would get everything. 
Yun Chi smiled pleasantly, "Indeed, this has nothing to do with me."
Ji Yuan: …
Ji Yuan: …
Ji Yuan: …
Now he has to deal with twenty-one cultivators all alone…
Fairy Anyang sighed in Ji Yuan's soul sea, "I've told you to be wary of Gong Xiaotian. Now look what happens. Now we're all going to die because of you. My million years of existence is gone like the winds."
Xiang Li asked panicky, "Big Brother, do you have any trump cards left? Can you fight in this condition? Can you aim?"
Ji Yuan didn't have the time to reply to them. 
Instead he had already taken out his two divine swords as he said emotionless to Gong Xiaotian and to the rest of the cultivators, "Try me."
Yun Chi giggled as she said to Ji Yuan, "What's the hurry? I haven't finished yet. Although this has nothing to do with me, I've decided to take your side." 
Not only was Ji Yuan startled but Gong Xiaotian was also startled.
Ji Yuan didn't expect that Yun Chi will be fighting on his side.
Gong Xiaotian said to Yun Chi, "I'll give you one more chance to decide. We don't want to hurt you."
Yun Chi giggled softly, "Do you really think that I am a foolish young maiden that will believe everything that you've said? Ji Yuan didn't offend you and yet you are after his life. Just because you covet his saint-step divine sword? If you can kill him for this, you're capable of doing anything. I don't believe that you will let me off after you've done with Ji Yuan. After all, you want to maintain your 'good guy' image."
Gong Xiaotian said coldly, "Then you will regret it! Everyone, attack!"
Immediately, all the cultivators were attacking Ji Yuan at the same time as they displayed their powerful profound arts. 
Ji Yuan immediately lifted his left sword defensively to parry off the attacks while he used his saint sword on his right hand for his counter-attack. 
Several cultivators were startled by the profound strength that was displayed by Ji Yuan as they were suddenly knocked back at the same time while one cultivator was overpowered by Ji Yuan's saint sword that he was crushed thunderously onto the ground with disbelief.
"He is just a sword cultivator. It is impossible for him to overwhelm us with his profound strength…"
"Don't engage him with melee strokes. The strength of his divine sword is stronger than us…"
"Attack him with all our profound arts instead…"
Several profound arts were fired in a barrage around Ji Yuan but Ji Yuan had suddenly turned his two divine swords in a whirlwind direction as he dissipated the profound energies that were being directed at him.
That was not all.
He had suddenly mustered his profound strength to execute two Super Heavenly Light of the Coiling Dragon as two bright profound light spammed around him to send all his attackers flying off. 
Four of the unlucky cultivators were caught by the overwhelming profound force and were killed instantly. 
A dozen cultivators all sustained heavy injuries while the rest was lucky to escape without any injuries; mainly because they were either cornering Yun Chi like Gong Xiaotian or were too far away. 
Gong Xiaotian and many of the cultivators could not believe that even saint cultivators would be killed in a single hit by Ji Yuan. 
Their divine sense had warned them of a profound energy build up but they had never suspected that it would be two super profound energies build up instead! 
For a blink of an eye, their divine sense was confused when the super profound energies that suddenly split into two and that was enough to cause chaos for the attackers who were all trying to display their profound arts to neutralize it or just fleeing.
Those that did try to retaliate with their profound arts were startled that they were also being overwhelmed by it and some was even killed instantly by their own profound energies. 
Using profound energies to neutralize profound energies can sometimes be extremely dangerous.
For example, in order to neutralize a profound force, the cultivator must use a profound art that is equaled to 70% of the offensive profound art. 
Below 70%, their profound force will be dissipated and they had to take an extra 30% of their profound force as damage. 
Below 30%, their profound force will be added to the offensive profound force and will rebound upon them.
None of them had expected that a sword cultivator would be capable of displaying such an almighty profound force and many were gasping with shock.
When the initial shock had cleared, they were stunned to see that there were two glowing sword spirits on both Ji Yuan's forehand! 
Two sword spirits?! 
This has never happened in the Celestial Realm before!
Also when a sword spirit is on the forehead instead of the forehead, the cultivator will be transferring the profound might of the sword spirit from a defensive sword aura into an offensive aura. 
And Ji Yuan had two sword spirits.
All of a sudden they had all realized they had all underestimated Ji Yuan who was rumored to be heavily injured and incapable of exerting his profound strength. 
Not only did he still have the profound strength to wield his two divine swords but he had also just executed a super profound force that will tax the cultivator of almost all their profound strength. 
Gong Xiaotian quickly assured everyone, "Don't be fooled by his feign attack! After using this super profound attack, he won't have much profound strength anymore. This is just his feint. Attack everyone!"
Immediately a dozen cultivators began their counter-attack.
Gong Xiaotian's words aroused their spirits once more.
And he is right.
It is impossible for Ji Yuan to use such a super profound attack so quickly because right now, his inner spirit sea must be trying to re-charge itself. And if they could keep Ji Yuan occupied by exerting his profound strength nonstop then he would never gain the profound strength to use another super profound attack again.
Ji Yuan cursed Gong Xiaotian silently as he released a barrage of powerful sword energies that exploded furiously at his attackers.
But his attackers were all top seventh realm cultivators so naturally his attacks were merely a nuisance to them and he could not stop them from surrounding him once again.
Ji Yuan's fingers were trembling now as he engaged the cultivators in a melee. One to one, he was stronger but these cultivators were combining their sword strength together to push him back now and they had also responded by attacking him on all fronts.
Even though Ji Yuan was cornered, he still took a peek at where Yun Chi was and saw that she was being cornered pathetically and that she was using her bare hands to fight against several divine swords that were being used against her. 
He was quite stunned. 
She is so weak?!
And she doesn't even have a divine sword?
Does she want to lose her fingers or something?!
So he shouted over to her, "Yun Chi! You're still pretending to be weak? Use your wings or we will all be dead!"
Only his excellent swordplay was keeping the dozens of sword strokes that were aimed at him at bay now.
All of a sudden Ji Yuan had realized that he shouldn't have said the last word out because he was pretending not to see it in front of her.
This was not lost on Yun Chi when suddenly, she had grown a pair of white metallic wings on her bare back, startling all the onlookers.
And before all the cultivators could react to it, the white feathers that were her wings were flying out in the form of twenty-four sharp flying swords, dismembering everyone to pieces in a blink of an eye, except for Ji Yuan.
And the twenty-four flying swords were now hovering around Ji Yuan, ready to attack him at any time. 
Ji Yuan had never seen such swift swords before and he had never seen real flying swords and she had twenty-four flying swords…
Moreover these twenty-four flying swords were all immortal-step divine swords as pronounced by their sword auras…
Too fierce!
How the heck 
Yun Chi was smiling coldly now, "So you've already known long ago."
Ji Yuan weakly said, "I was only babbling nonsense earlier. How the heck do I know that you really have a pair of sword wings."
Xiang Li weakly said, "Big Brother, you are saying that as long as you are not alone with her, you will be alright, am I right?"
Fairy Anyang was also saying weakly, "Now you're alone with her…"
Ji Yuan: …
Ji Yuan: …
Ji Yuan: …
But he was now saying weakly to Yun Chi, "Maiden Yun Chi, erm…are we allies? You can put away your swords now. They are all dead now."
Yun Chi smiled pleasantly, "Are we allies? When did that happen? I only remember that you don't want me to be in your party. Isn't it too late to claim to be my ally now?"
Ji Yuan hummed coldly all of a sudden, "You're too shameless!"
"I'm shameless? In what way?" Yun Chi smiled.
"Of course you're too shameless! You've taken my betrothed gift and now you want to kill your future lord?" Ji Yuan hummed coldly.
Yun Chi giggled, "You're the shameless one. When did I ever take your betrothed gift?"
Ji Yuan said righteously, "That painting with my dedicated poem that is for you, is my betrothed gift to you and you've already accepted it!"
Yun Chi: …
Yun Chi: …
Yun Chi: …
Xiang Li giggled in Ji Yuan's soul sea, "Well said, Big Brother!"
Fairy Anyang sighed heavily, "This is not going to get you out of this situation. You're just saying this out of desperation."
Ji Yuan answered weakly, "Then do you have any other solution?"

Sword Saint Ji Yuan has just breakthrough to the lofty seventh realm saint level after a period of 100 years. When he returns to his celestial clan where he was once the Sword Saint, he has found out that many things have changed.

The worst thing had happened to him; he had lost his beautiful beard and in the Desolate Celestial Fraternity, a beardless cultivator is to be scorned and despised! 

This is actually a xianxia romance story about an unromantic cultivator  who likes his beard and the romantic leading maidens who all hates his beard. 

There are a total of seven celestial levels in order to cultivate as a celestial cultivator; Practitioner, Master Practitioner, Enlighten Celestial, Immortal Celestial, Golden Celestial, Golden Supremacy and Sacred Saint.

Yin Muchen's face was extremely black, to both of those people, he replied, get lost, before he logged out of the discussion forum.
He was in an extremely bad mood. Not only did he not get any useful information, but he was even mocked by those people…for failing in that aspect.
Whether he was able to or not, could that woman not know?
At this moment, Little Bei Bei saw her Daddy being so frustrated and at a loss. She quickly asked, "Daddy, what's wrong?"
Yin Muchen looked at Little Bei Bei's cute, tiny face. His eyes lit up before coughing as he asked her, "Bei Bei, do you love your Mummy?"
"I do." Little Bei Bei was extremely serious as she nodded her head.
"Then Daddy will test you: can you write a romantic poem to your Mummy?"
Little Bei Bei's large dark eyes whirled around before she gurgled out in laughter. "Heehee." She said, "That's not hard at all. Daddy listen to this — Mummy, when you laugh you look as beautiful as a flower. Throughout the years, your hands were gentle as you caressed my forehead. I've placed you on the poetry paper, Mummy. I want to tell you that I love you."
Yin Muchen was in a daze after witnessing his daughter poetry's skills. He did not expect that he was so bad at romance, and his daughter's EQ was so high that it shocked him completely.
"Great." Yin Muchen applauded and said, "Bei Bei, you are really so amazing."
Little Bei Bei was immediately happy and broke out into a smile.
Yin Muchen was happy in his heart. He took the pen up and wrote the poem that Little Bei Bei had recited on the white piece of paper.
This was really making good use of his resources. He did not have to spend any energy and got a poem out of it.
At this moment, the sound of Bao Bao's coughing rang out by the side of his ear before he said, "Daddy…"
Yin Muchen did not raise his head up as he said, "Son, what did you call your Daddy for? Wait a moment. Daddy is busy right now…"
He had yet to complete his sentence, and the sound of a woman's feminine voice that rang out from above his head. "What are you busy with?"
Yin Muchen froze before he raised his head up to look over. He did not know when Yin Shuiling was standing behind him, and she had a bright smile on her face as she looked at him with a gentle expression.
"Shuiling…" Yin Muchen's irises contracted before he sneakily and very silently stretched his hand out to cover the words on the white piece of paper. He laughed and said, "Why did you come over without letting out a sound?"
"Hah. Even Bao Bao and Bei Bei knew that I was here. Why did you not know? What are you busy with? Don't block it with your hands; let me have a look."
"Hah." Yin Muchen laughed awkwardly and said, "I don't think there is a need for that…"
The smile on Yin Shuiling's face got even more obvious as she said, "My hands gently caress your forehead… How did I not know about that?" Yin Shuiling's small face was cold before she stretched her small hand out to pinch Yin Muchen's ear, and she said, "Hah, you are using my daughter's love poem to mislead me? Are you the silly one or am I?"
Yin Shuiling was furious as she walked away.
"Shuiling…"
Yin Muchen was extremely awkward. He had a look at Bao Bao before he looked over at Bei Bei. The two of them were staring at his ears before looking at his face in a blur.
Yin Muchen was awkward as he said, "Cough, cough. What are you guys looking at? Quick, be serious and draw. Daddy sacrificed himself just now and demonstrated what it means to not do my homework seriously for your Mummy."
Bao Bao and Bei Bei: "…"
…
After eating dinner, Bao Bao and Bei Bei both fell asleep. The entire villa became quiet. Yin Muchen stood by the side of the bedroom door and looked at the tightly shut door.
Knock, knock. He knocked on the door. "Shuiling."
No one responded.
Yin Muchen had a look around his surroundings. There was no one around, so he lowered his volume as he said, "Shuiling, I made a mistake just now. I am apologizing to you. I should not have fooled you. In the future, I do not dare to do so. Can you not be angry anymore?"
There was still no sound from inside.
"Shuiling, I have written my love poem. Open the door and check it. This time, I really used my heart to write it."
There was a minute of silence inside before the door opened. Yin Shuiling had taken a bath, and she was dressed in a red silk nightgown as she stood by the door.
She puffed her exquisite cheeks up as she was still angry. She placed her small hand on the door and did not allow him to come in. It was obvious that if his love poem did not make the cut, he could not come inside the room. "Where is the love poem? Let me have a look."
Yin Muchen handed the paper over to her.
Yin Shuiling lowered her gaze to look, and she saw two lines that were scribbled over the paper messily —
Ah, Wifey, you are the small angel in my life, I have finally married you today.
Yin Shuiling's small face was crimson red, she was in disbelief as she looked at the second sentence of the poem, it was so crass that she could not continue reading.
"Yin Muchen, you'd better…"
She had yet to tell him to get lost because the man took the chance when she put her guard down to squeeze his way inside. Bang! The man used his long leg to shut the door behind him.
His gaze was deep and gaze as he stared at her.
"You, you…" As the man stared at her like that, Yin Shuiling was shocked and took a few steps towards the back. She was definitely only a fake tiger in front of this man, especially during the night.
Yin Muchen placed one hand into his pocket and lifted his long legs apart to come close to her. He curled the corners of his lips up as he smiled, but he only had a smile on the outside and was not truly smiling as he said, "What did I give you?"
Yin Shuiling crushed the paper that he gave her before slowly retreating. She shook her head, and she shook her head firmly and said, "Nothing much."
"Oh, it turns out that it was really nothing much." Yin Muchen stretched his hand out before elegantly raising his neck up. He was slow as he undid his buttons and said, "Are you satisfied with the poem I wrote?"
He'd already undone four or five buttons, and a large part of his chest as exposed, when he came closer to her, he stopped when he passed the counter before taking out the phone that he placed in his pocket. He placed it onto the counter before removing the watch that he was wearing on his right wrist. His hands were both open. He did not behave as expected. His shirt was loose and crumpled as it hung on his body, and he undid his own metal belt.
He looked extremely lazy and attractive as a man himself.
"Yes…satisfied." She had no other choice but to nod her head.
He also stopped moving. He raised his eyelids up to stare at her as he said, "Since you are satisfied, then what are you frozen there for? Come over, or do you want me to go over to catch you?"
Yin Shuiling let out a scream. She was cursing him out multiple times in her heart. He switched modes way too quickly, and he was totally a dominating big boss right now. She could not resist the strong aura that he was emitting out of his body.
She was done for, and she became the weaker one again.
She had no other choice but to lift her slim legs apart and walk over to face him.
"Little girl, I have not instructed you for three years. You need a lesson now, right? What day is it today? You dare to lock me outside the door? I gave you everything that you wanted to have. I also forced myself to write a love poem, and you still dare to ask me to get lost? I will make you remember this tonight. In the future, you can joke around all you want, but you cannot joke about this. This is my baseline. After you serve me and make me comfortable, I can even sell my life off for you after that."
"Bastard," Yin Shuiling cried as she scolded him, then she said, "When we got married, you told me that I would be the decision maker in our family! I am also in charge of you…"
"Yeah, I did not cheat you, but you have to have to listen to me."
Yin Shuiling: "…You even said that you would make me blissful, but I am not blissful at all right now…"
"Oh, babe, it is all Hubby's fault. Hubby will be stronger and will definitely make you blissful."
Yin Shuiling: "…" Go and die. Die quickly!
He had another meaning behind his words, but she believed his sweet nothings. She was way too foolish.
"Wifey, did you like the love poem that I wrote? If you like it, read it aloud. I want to hear it."
Yin Shuiling: "…"
"Not willing? Hah, it's fine. You would be willing to do it."
…
The next morning, Bao Bao and Bei Bei woke up and went downstairs, but they did not see Yin Shuiling around anywhere.
"Daddy, where is Mummy?"
Yin Muchen peeked his head out from the kitchen. The man was dressed in a white shirt and a pair of black trousers. He looked full of energy, handsome, and attractive. It was obvious that he was satisfied last night. He had a gentle smile on his face as he said, "Bao Bao, Bei Bei, Mummy woke up late today. Let's not disturb her. Let her sleep a little while longer."
"Daddy, why did Mummy wake up late? Mummy has never woken up late before."
"Because Mummy worked late last night. She is tired."
"Oh." The young gal seemed to understand and she said, "But if Mummy does not wake up, we don't have any breakfast to eat."
"Who said that there was no breakfast?" Yin Muchen held two plates and placed them onto the dining table as he said, "Bao Bao. Bei Bei, come over quickly. Daddy personally cooked this for both of you today."
Bao Bao and Bei Bei walked over to the dining room to have a look. There were charred black things on the two plates, and they could somewhat see some noodles.
Bao Bao raised his eyebrows up, and his small face was full of contempt as he said, "Daddy, what's this? Your failed cooking?"
"What failed cooking? Daddy did not control the fire well and burnt it. Although it doesn't look good, it should taste pretty good."
As he spoke, Yin Muchen used a fork to pick a bit of the black noodles and sent it to the side of Little Bei Bei's lips, and he said, "Bei Bei, be good and have a taste. This is the first time that Daddy has cooked."
Little Bei Bei looked at the black noodles before looking over at Yin Muchen, and after that: "Wah!" Little Bei Bei started to cry pitifully.
Yin Muchen saw Little Bei Bei crying, and he was immediately flustered. He helped his daughter to wipe her tears away and said, "Bei Bei, what's wrong? Tell Daddy."
"Waa, woo woo, Daddy gave me poison."
"This is not poison."
"This is poison. An old witch gave Little Sweet Potato Older Sister this type of black food, and after that, Little Sweet Potato Older Sister died. Woo woo, this is poison. I will die."
Yin Muchen did not know what Little Sweet Potato Older Sister was, but it was not hard for him to tell that it was a character from some fairy-tale or some animated film. 
"Okay Bei Bei, don't cry anymore. We are not going to eat this anymore."
Little Bei Bei could not stop crying. Yin Muchen was unable to comfort her, and she said, "Wahhh, Mummy, I want Mummy, I want Mummy…"
"Okay, okay, " Yin Muchen admitted defeat and said, "Daddy will go upstairs to get Mummy. Bei Bei, don't cry anymore."
Yin Muchen headed upstairs immediately.


Trying to drown her sorrow with alcohol after her boyfriend hooked up with her sister, Ning Qing ran into the rich and powerful Lu Shaoming in a bar. "I need a wife," Lu said, and the two got their marriage license. 

Soon, she who became a pop star won many pretty boys’ hearts. Singlehandedly, he got rid of all her potential flings and acted innocent. Ning Qing bristled, “Lu Shaoming, what happened to staying out of each other's private life which we talked about?” Turning the light out, he came over her and whispered, "Now our priority is to make a baby."


A big hospital in S City is now bustling with patients and visitors as a big accident happened close to the hospital. While ER full of people, another hall of patient rooms are still in peace. However, this calm atmosphere broken as a nurse emerged from a room with numbers 201. 

"Doctor! The patient in room 201 has shown a sign to wake up!" This young nurse was around the twenties shouted as she's running into the counter. Coincidentally, a tall, handsome male doctor standing near to the young nurse. He looked up at the chaotic scenes and ignore it. That's not his patient, so why bother?

After a moment, his complexion turned somewhat ugly, "Wait... 201? That... That 201's patient?! Darn it all. Why now?!" the tall doctor run towards the 201 rooms while picking up his phone from the jacket pocket. He sweats as his call answered.

"Hello? Sis! Not so good. That woman wakes up!! You'd better come up with something fast. If the brother-in-law knew, then you're done!" Xue Yang takes a peek inside the room and saw two or three doctors checking the patient.

#######

In a luxurious villa of Platinum Garden...

In a living room, a woman and a man sitting on the couch side by side. A woman in nightgown flipping the magazine page after page. Sat beside her was a young man in thirties, wearing a home outfit and look so peaceful as a calm breeze. Suddenly, this peaceful atmosphere disturbed by the woman's ringtone. She put down the magazine and see her brother's number. Smiling softly, she picked up.

"Xiao Yang? What's up?" As she asks, Xue Ning leans on her husband's shoulder, comfortingly.
Her face turned pale, her hands' trembles slightly. "Wh... What did you say? Is it true?" Xue Ning quickly realized that her husband still beside her, looking at her weirdly. She laughed as if nothing happens before sat up and went to the farthest place to speak.

"You better watch out for her. Do something now! Let her fell into a coma back or anything! Yes, you can kill her! Do it as if it was an accident! Find a nurse to be the scapegoat! Just do it right now. I don't care if she does remember or not. Only one person tells no tale! Understood?" Xue Ning's face contorted in a sinister smile. The hate she felt right inside her heart far greater than a sin of murdering. Her jealousy shrouding her consciousness and mind as a beautiful woman's face appears in front of her. If she had the wing, she will fly to kill that woman herself!

Damn you, b*tch! If you still alive, my good life would never be in peace! Either you or I live as a winner!! Xian Naihe is mine!! You should be his past!!!

"Honey? What's wrong? How Xiao Yang?" Xian Naihe appeared behind her in silence. Xue Ning scared, almost throwing her phone away. After calming down, she turned as her face went back into the peaceful state.

Xue Ning laughed as she held her husband's hand coquettishly, "Xiao Yang is good, he told me he found someone special, so he wants to introduce her to us! How about we arrange a light dinner this week to celebrate?" she asked as if nothing happened, but her heart snickering sinisterly.

Xue Ming, look how good Xian Naihe! He loves me more than he loves you. A two-timing like you don't deserve his love and affection! So what you had a beautiful face? So what if you're his lover? That's already happened in the past. His present self already mine! No one can take him from me! No, not even you!!

Hah, you better stay in sleep, never woke up again! Forever!!

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After the call ended, Xue Yang calmed down. His face turned sinister and ruthless. He chuckled softly as he went into the medicine room to collect something.

Sister Ming, don't blame me for being cruel. Sister Ning happiness is my happiness, too. You're a good sister to us, but unluckily, we're not blood-related. Even though you're the true eldest daughter of the family, Sister Ning and me also the children of Xue's. But, your life is better than us. Your mother is the first legal wife, but our mother only a mistress! So what if we take what should be ours? From the beginning, all this luxurious life belongs to us! Father was no longer alive to protect you, so... Farewell, Sister Ming...

1.30 am...

Xue Yang appeared in 201 rooms. He stood beside the patient bed while holding a syringe with rubber gloves. Hiding behind the white mask, Xue Yang's sinister expression was masked. Looking down at the still sleeping woman on the bed, his hands froze as he found that a pair of ash-gray eyes staring at him. No emotions showed on her face, only that bottomless orb speaking through her eyes.

"Sis... Sister Ming! You... You still awake? Ha-ha... Ah... Ah..." F*ck! How the hell she still awake?! Without waiting for the reply, he left the room quickly. Damn! Failed!

Looking at the retreating view, Xue Ming's ash-gray eyes glistening with tears, but no drops coming down. This should be your last lingering feeling, right? 'Xue Ming' sighed as she remembered what happened two years ago. Those two siblings were the real culprit for the accident that happened back then.

"You treated them so well as real siblings, but they take it for granted. Ming, I'm sorry. I'm not a saint. Not bad, either. I can close one eye for whatever they did in the past. However, if they keep antagonizing me, Xue Ming, I'll let them know what coffin looks like." A ruthless side of her emerged from her ash-gray eyes, but soon faded as came back in those stormy eyes.

Xue Ming, an unfortunate young medical practitioner from another world that died from the poisonous python attack. She's on her way to the Death Swamp to collect certain herbs to concoct medicine. But, unluckily for her to bump into two beast war at the swamp. Albeit her being a medical practitioner, too, she didn't bring with her the cure for the poison, thus leading her to her death.

Can her fate be crueler? Xue Ming's eyes trailed off from her left backhand to the clear cylinder that hanging on the hook at the bedside. Dripping water? An Iv? So, they called this thing is IV? So interesting.

"Oxygen mask... Heart-lung machine... Blood transfusion... This thing had so many functions that my previous world most needed! If I had this thing before, Xue Ling will..." as Xue Ming remembers her younger sister from the previous world, Xue Ling, whose death from a heart attack, she cried silently. Xue Ling's body constitution was so weak from birth, prevents her from cultivating. A slight high fever could cost her, her life. Her organs also could stop functioning if the weather became cold at night. Although this kind of life was a lot sadder than death, Xue Ming felt so grateful that her sister lives full of joys and loves. The only regret Xue Ming had before her sister's death was she couldn't find a cure for her sick sister.

Xue Ming still remembers what her Master told her before, "Ming'er, this lives full of up and down. Life and death. We can't stop fate of a wheel from cycling around and around as human life and death depend on it. If in this lifetime you can't fulfill the promise you backed then, then do it if you one day be reborn."

As Xue Ming jokingly said, Master, do you believe in reincarnation? Her Master smiled mysteriously as his only reply was, "Who knows... Life is unpredictable. You can believe, or you can choose to not believe either, my child..."

As per she remembered the joke she asks before, Xue Ming laughed at it. What a stupid question I asked! Master is a living Sage that still alive through the years on earth, but I still treated it as a joke! No wonder Master treating me like an immature child.

"Oh, well. Now, I'm reborn as a new person. If I can't live to the fullest, then I should be damn by heavens." Xue Ming sat up slowly to stretch out her stiff neck and limbs for lying on the bed for almost two years!

How sucks it was! "Cheh, I would love to start from recovering from now, before starting anew." Xue Ming left her bed to stand at the window. Her ash-gray eyes shine as the scattered stars gleaming on the blanket of the night sky.

"Everything is same as my previous world. Nothing different or change at all. [The star and the moon shine brightly, under the sky was a garden full of the bed of flowers, fragrant of night wafts around the world, painting on the canvas of life...]" After chanting her self-created poem, Xue Ming walked back inside and leave the matter of life for tomorrow.

Unbeknown to her, a pair of black obsidian eyes followed her trailing behind. He stood on the balcony long enough for him to hear the poem chanting.

***********

Everything ended as she finally awake from her long slumber. Being in comatose state for two years was enough for her long-lasting relationship ended. She doesn't grieving or heartbroken, because the present her no longer the old her, but another soul that live in Xue Ming's body. 

Now, as a free woman, she live peacefully until a man broke into her life and tried to win her over. Wave after wave came into the shore of her heart, hitting, shaping as what they called love.


Growing up, apart from penning poetry, Kavita excelled in little else. An average student, she just about managed to scrape through school each year. With abysmal skills in cooking and household work, her mother worried Kavita would never amount to much. "Good for nothing," she called her, each time Kavita showed her Pass with second division report card. "Who'll marry you?" 
Kavita wasn't unduly concerned about her looks or marriage prospects. When she looked in the mirror, she saw a girl who bordered on beautiful. Long black hair framed an attractive face. Black oval eyes with thick eyelashes, a nose a touch too long but it gave the face character and lips just right  neither too thin nor too full. She was fair skinned, in a country where fairness was  and still is  at a premium. The matrimonial columns would describe girls with her proportions healthy. By today's standards, she would've been called overweight. But those were generous times  a few extra kilos were no big deal.
Her father Sher Singh Chauhan was a poet. Albeit, not a successful one. His looks (six feet plus, muscular frame and handlebar moustaches that curled up at the ends), his work (he owned a neighborhood grocery store in sector thirty one of Chandigarh) and his ferocious name  all kind of stacked against his being taken seriously as a poet. So he named his firstborn, Kavita. A poem.
Kavita lived up to her name and wrote her first poem at five. About dreams turning into reality, bits of paper into rabbits and frogs into flowers that got published in the school magazine. Sher Singh, the proud father, had copies at home and the store. Whenever a customer stepped in for bread and eggs, Sher Singh managed to slip it under the person's nose. It got to the point that people in the neighborhood started to avoid him for fear of being subjected to that piece of juvenile poetry yet again.
When older, she got published in local newspapers, recited at college and community functions. Her favorite was Byron. The despondence and the intense self-analysis in his poetry moved her.
In the growing up years, her poetry dutifully took romantic hues and spoke of unrequited love and longing.

When the pain of loneliness nibbles at me
When the melancholy of solitude nudges me by the elbow
And I am afraid to turn around
To stare it full in the face
It's then
That I dream of you.

Chandigarh was her muse. Le Corbusier's Chandigarh. The city beautiful. Wide streets, elegant homes with lawns, the lake, the gardens. But there was more to the city than cleanliness and planning. There was zest for life, an appreciation for good things, and pride in their abode that knit its warm-hearted dwellers together. 
When in college, she began helping out at the store in the afternoons  siesta time for her parents. She sat behind the counter and read; few customers came at that time of the day. She liked being at the store. The familiar sweet soapy smell reminded her of her childhood, the time spent there basking in the attention of her father. Of Uncle Chipps masala potato wafers and Kwality cassata ice cream. 
On a lazy summer afternoon, she sat cross legged on a chair behind the counter, sleepy with heat and boredom, listening to the gentle hum of the refrigeration. A cherry red motorbike stopped outside the store. A young man walked in, helmet in hand. Without looking directly at her, he asked for a sachet of shampoo.
"Which one?" she asked, pointing to the colorful strings hanging on the wall.
"Koi bhi, he replied softly.
"Arey, bolo kaun sa, It was too hot to be playing guessing games. 
"Black."
She asked for a rupee. As if embarrassed at the diminutive payment, he added a pack of Glucose biscuits. He still didn't look at her, though while reaching for the shampoo above the shelves crammed with Maggi noodles and Haldi Ram namkeens, she had felt his eyes on her. The next day he returned for another sachet of Sunsilk Black and a pack of Britannia Glucose D.
And then again, the following day. Odd.
He was tall and thin, with too long hair and delicate hands. A pleasant face with a cleft chin and a serious expression. She wondered if he ever smiled. It was now obvious he came for her and she liked the attention. 
Since he didn't seem to progress beyond his daily purchase, she decided to make the first move. She had shampoo and biscuits ready for his visit. Even before he could ask, she slid the things over the sunmica counter. He looked at her and smiled  a tentative, retractable smile the kind that can be taken back if it offends. She smiled back. 
He still made no effort to talk to her. He came every day, they had their transaction and he left.
One day, as he paid, he lingered for a moment. She looked at him, waiting, when a neighborhood kid barged in and looked at the two of them.
"Kya chahiye?" she asked the boy, her forehead creased, impatient for him to leave.
"Didi, two Cadbury éclairs."
She took the candy with the brown and orange wrapping out of the jar and slapped it on the counter. By that time, the young man was gone. She sighed at the lost opportunity.
The next day, he didn't come.
When he didn't show up the following day, she began to worry. Had she put him off? Was he sick? There could have been a road accident. She didn't even know his name, where he lived. When he came the next day, the weight lifted off her shoulders. Smiling shyly, she asked, "What? You didn't shower for two days?"
He smiled. She noticed he had a lop sided smile. As if the right side of his face was resisting despite the urging of the left. It gave his serious face a roguish charm though. "Amritsar gaya tha. Wedding."
"Yours?"
"No, no." He looked at her in trepidation. 
She laughed. Taking out two ice cold bottles from the refrigerator behind her, she asked, "Limca or Coke?"
His name was Sameer. He was in his final year of MBA. He lived in Sector twenty six. Good. If he didn't come again, I know where to look.
She began to look forward to her afternoons. He never said much, nor stayed too long. But she liked the way he spoke to her, the way he looked at her. 
She wanted to show him off. Nandita, her best friend at the time, was the obvious choice. Nandita and Kavita had met a year ago when they both joined DAV College, but had become friends quickly  in their shared distaste for college lectures and preference for tea and samosas in the canteen instead. Nandita was new in the city. Her family had moved in from Amritsar that year. And Kavita had lost most of her school friends to different courses or different colleges. 
Over a shared plate of chaat paapdi (khatta zyada, mirchi kum) at Gopal Sweets in sector eight, she told Nandita. The next day, Nandita joined her in the store, partially hidden by the counter and the candy jars on top of it. At the usual time, Sameer arrived. He parked his motorcycle and climbed up the three steps to the shop, with the lop sided smile Kavita had come to find charming. However, the smile evaporated the instant he saw a third person.
Kavita introduced them quickly, eager to get over the awkwardness of the situation. But it was soon apparent that this wasn't an ordinary awkwardness. Both looked at each other bewildered.
Nandita spoke first. "What are you doing here?"
"What are you doing here?"
"Kavita is my friend."
"I wanted shampoo."
"And you couldn't find another shop in all of Chandigarh!"
Kavita looked from one to the other in confusion. 
"You know him?" She finally asked Nandita,as neither of them seemed to think it necessary to fill her in.
"I wish I didn't." Nandita shook her head as she stared hard at Sameer. "He's my brother."
Now it wasn't as bad as Kavita had started to fear. He was her brother. Not her boyfriend or fiancé. Her love story hadn't turned into one of those movies of the sixties where the heroine doesn't have a choice but to sacrifice her love for her best friend.
Nandita stared at her brother. "You knew she was my friend. You saw her with me and you followed her here."
"No."
"Don't lie. You suck at it."
He did.
"Dad's going to love this." She rushed out to her scooty and was gone. Sameer looked at Kavita, saw the disappointment in her face, and followed. 
Kavita's love story had crumbled in an unexpected way.At college the next day, Kavita realized Nandita expected her to join in the righteous anger Kavita didn't quite feel. That he had pursued her after seeing her with Nandita didn't change anything for her. In the empty afternoons at the store, she missed the cherry red bike and its rider. She missed his shy smile, his gentle voice. Kavita wanted to reach out to him. 
"You what?" Nandita raised her hands to her head when Kavita told her, "You like him? Him?"
Kavita squeezed her friend's hand. 
"I can't believe it." Nandita shook her head with pity. Kavita asked her to pass a note to Sameer. A poem. 
I wish you were a rose
A half-blossomed dew kissed silky red rose
I would have admired you smiling in my garden
A little look at you would have made my day
Would have showered all my affections on you
Caressed you, kissed you and adored you all my life
And when it were your turn to wither away, 
Would have carefully gathered your soft petals to my heart till death
If only
You were a rose.

Sameer's unimaginative response to her poem was to ask her to meet him at the rose garden the next day.
It was a cool spring evening. The roses were in full bloom. Both dressed for the occasion. He  in navy-blue shirt and grey trousers which he thought made him look debonair and her  in a deep maroon salwar kameez which she thought brought out her fair skin and hid some of the excess weight.
She had been to the rose garden many times before, but this was different. Walking by his side, along a bed of orange speckled yellow roses (Damask Rose, species of Old Garden roses, the sign announced), painfully conscious of people around them, their hands almost touching, the garden seemed more picturesque, more fragrant than ever. There was no other place she wanted to be then. They sat down on the grass as the sun slowly set over the Shivalik range, not talking, each lost in the magic of the moment.
Before he dropped her home, he gave her a gift-wrapped box. She opened it later to find twenty-eight packets of Britannia Glucose D biscuits. Sameer had a wheat allergy. She smiled. He was no poet, but he was funny.
They held hands for the first time in Hot Millions, the most happening place in Sector seventeen market. Their first physical contact of any kind, a good three months after their first date. They kissed for the first time in the rock garden, a month later, as Nek Ram's statues dressed up in broken bangles and ceramic tiles looked the other way. It was an apology of a kiss. Their lips meeting fleetingly. But it felt special. Her first kiss.
She loved his earnestness. His way of approaching her may have been bizarre, but he cared for her. It showed in the small gestures of everyday, the way he held out his hand for her ice cream wrapper, the way he looked behind on the motorbike before he drove, the way he held her hand crossing the road.
Being in love was enchanting  reminiscing about the last encounter and dreaming of the next. Dreams, he had too. And she loved hearing him talk about them. It pleased her that his dreams for the future had space for her. He had dreams of conquering the world, crisscrossing the globe and she dreamt of being his companion in whatever he did, wherever he went.
The day he passed his final MBA exam, they decided it was time for their parents to know. Mrs and Mr Chadha were taken aback. They hadn't seen it coming.
"Not them. Odd family. The man barely spoke the one time we went over to their house for dinner," said Mr Chadha.
"Par mujhe toh Kavita se shaadi karni hai na, not with her dad." Sameer shuddered at the thought. "I love her."
"Oye, chup! Love da bacha."
They came around, as the shock of Sameer choosing his own bride wore off.
At the Chauhan household, however, there was a major yeh shaadi nahin ho sakti moment. Sher Singh put his foot down. There was no way he would allow his daughter to be married to a non-Rajput. He had been scouting the matrimonial columns; certain he would strike a status Rajput family sooner or later.
Kavita's mother stepped in to calm things down. The pragmatic wife of a failed poet, she realized her good-for-nothing daughter couldn't do better than Sameer. So another foot went down and the feminine foot won in the end. Kavita and Sameer married a little over six months later. With band, baaja and baraat.
Kavita Chauhan became Kavita Chadha.




Rajat Narula: I work for the World Bank as a lead financial management specialist.   
My first novel, The Jasmine Bloom, was published in 2017.  Azalea Heights is my second novel.  The Jasmine Bloom has been accepted by Fairfax County Library.  
Besides, The Jasmine Bloom, I have published several poems and two series of articles.    
I have lived in India, Indonesia and USA.  

Sameer Chadha is in a mid-life crisis, unhappy with everything around him, even his name. His corporate career is languishing and he is increasingly alienated from his family.  His wife Kavita, a part-time poet and a full-time mother, lives more in the past than the present.  When their lives collide with that of Ritu, a younger woman coping with an abusive husband and an autistic son, a chain of events gets triggered that puts all their lives into a tailspin.  The Jasmine Bloom is a story of love, lust, ruin and resurrection.  It is a commentary on the fragility of modern family life; of terrible secrets and shocking choices.  However, at its core, it is the tale of a man learning to be happy in the here and now.

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