Wednesday, 29 February 2012

One Shot - Can Anybody Hear Me?


After watching the last few episodes and this breathtaking VM by our lovely Reyabear, I was inspired to write a short One Shot about Khushi. I adore Khushi, and she has been brilliant lately. In the face of her whole life falling to pieces, she has managed to keep it together, and I really wanted to write something for her. So here goes, please do give the VM a watch, the song is beautiful, and the scenes along with it just break your heart, Shreya dear, I hope you don’t mind me using this, just let me know if you want it removed !

OS Can Anybody Hear Me?



The moving air howled at her, the tree's shook their branches in disapproval, the water scowled, throwing out flashes of a piercing blue light against her tired skin in anger.
Even they had become sick of her.

She looked up, arms wrapped around her slight frame to shield herself from the harsh wind, sitting next to a discarded blanket that he had thrown out for her again, the third time. She ignored it, turning away from the disdain it portrayed.  

Somewhere, a million miles away, somewhere, so distant that it took light thousands of years to reach her, she hoped there was someone looking down at her, watching over it all. She picked out her favourite one, a vibrantly sparkling patch of light littered amongst duller sparks against the dark universe. The one source of hope against everything else that hurt so much. Why did it have to be so far away?
She lifted her hand, reaching out towards the star, her chest moaning in a hollow pain as its unattainablility dawned on her.
"Amma?" she whispered to the silent sky "Amma, can you hear me?"

Saturday, 25 February 2012

My week with IPKKND, in video :)


Hello Everyone ! 

DO NOT PANIC 

I have not decided to unleash upon you minutes and minutes worth of my ranting and face pulling for the future, I just thought I would make one more video because everyone was really nice about the first one 

(which if you haven't seen by the way, you can watch by clicking here - on india forums or here - at my blog)
and I just had a few things to say to my computers in built (and very grainy) camera, so I thought I might as well share.

The video pretty much explains itself, I hope you don't feel like you have wasted precious time which you could have productively used to rewatch ArHi scenes on youtube :p after you are done watching it.

Well, I will stop rambling.. watch away ...

And if you guys want to check out some of my stories, here is my index :) 


Love Hayley x




Vlog Index 
Video 1 (Hayley being silly and IPKKND talks)
Video 2                              (My week with IPKKND)
Video 3                        (Arnav and his Brain Cells)
Video 4                                             (IPKKND Misses)

Thursday, 23 February 2012

One Shot - For You, A Thousand Times Over


Hello ! Hayley here !
I love this song, and wanted to write something to it, so please do listen as you read, and yes, the title of the OS is the famous quote from Kite Runner by Khaled Hosseini, a book that I really love (esp because I am from Afghanistan too!)
Don't forget to leave a like and comment, it means so much more than you think!

OS For You, A Thousand Times Over 



A handful of coloured powder blurred her immediate vision, painting it a vibrant purple and yellow as she sifted her way through the littered track of bodies in the garden.
The sun was low in the sky, throwing out dull tracks of light in neverending paths through the horizon. It turned what would have been a dark grey sky into a hazy yellow one, catching the colours of sand that people were throwing out in celebration of Holi with a hue that was strangely eerie and silent.
Khushi's heart was beating frantically against her chest, beads of sweat forming along her brow as she searched for him, worry marking her young face, a face that had aged in experience of the world greatly within the space of a few short weeks.

Tuesday, 21 February 2012

Hayley Being Silly and IPKKND Talks


Hello Blog ! Taking a short break from all my writing (after having found it difficult to type away at a computer screen when I need one hand to hold a tissue to my nose and the other hand to adjust my blanket every five seconds) I have resorted to playing around with the video editing stuff on my computer that has lain hibernating for years (as you will be able to tell from the bad quality of the video). Now I purposefully whited it out quite a bit, because I didn’t want my very ill face all over the internet... but yes, the face is not important.
Mostly, it is just a collection of silly clips, overladen with subtitles representing my thoughts, hopefully to let you in a little on what goes through Hayleys brain. I had just washed my hair, so excuse the craziness going on there. Please don’t take offense to the video, it was all meant in good humour. I made it and then decided I might as well upload it, it isn’t anything special, but you might want to take a peek in if you like!
I warn you, you may feel like you have lost a few minutes of your life ^_^
Hahahaha, hopefully not though, but thing is, you will never know until you hit play !
Love, Hayley x




Vlog Index 
Video 1 (Hayley being silly and IPKKND talks)
Video 2                              (My week with IPKKND)
Video 3                        (Arnav and his Brain Cells)
Video 4                                             (IPKKND Misses)

Saturday, 18 February 2012

One Shot - Illusions


So I spent the last couple of days in bed, wallowing in self pity at being ill, waiting desperately for 3.00 pm to watch Iss Pyaar Ko Kya Naam Doon, with ‘Sajni’ by Jal on constant repeat on my iPod. I assure you all I have not drowned in a pool of my own night sweat from having a temperature of 103 (gross I know), but I have developed a rather strange sense of abstractness and need of a philosophical hold on the world. I’m not sure when exactly it came into play. Whether it was on another headache encounter, or during one of my ‘finding the right temperature to sleep in’ escapades, I suddenly felt very lost.

It may probably be down to the fact that I spent almost 40 hours sleeping out of 50 hours lived, but I felt like I was looking down at the world, down at my life, watching its hoary clockwork gear along through countless components, spindle fibres working away at their own pace, starting and ending where they please, uncertainty in every existence, the unknown hidden away in each mote of dust.

Friday, 17 February 2012

| FanFic - Where Happiness Lives | Chapters 1-10


   Where Happiness Lives

*INDEX*

Chapter 1 - You Already Know 
Chapter 2 - Is it Love? 
Chapter 3 - Imperfections  
Chapter 4 - Strangeness  
Chapter 5 - Spectrum 
Chapter 6 - Monsters in the Dark  
Chapter 7 - The Little Things  
Chapter 8 - Revolving Doors  
Chapter 9 - Heartlines
Chapter 10 - Where Happiness Lives


Click Here to go to Post 2 with the next chapters


Hi Hi! This is Hayley and I'm back! I got lots of wonderful suggestions and the best I could collectively pull out from all of it was that you guys desperately wanted a less gloomy story than my SS : Holding On and Letting Go and the end of my FF : Tearing Ourselves Apart So I thought I would write something a bit more happy (with its own ups and downs of course). Anyone wanting emails for updates, please email me at ccuteaangel@gmail.com because I am not sending PM's anymore, even non I-F members can send a request :)  

So this story is just something for everyone to read when you need some ArHi time, I haven't planned the story and will make it up as I go along, so don't expect an elaborately planned plot! This one is for good reads and (hopefully) enjoyable words about our favourite two characters.
It starts out sometime after the new year in ArHi world, place it where you like, it's quite open... Pleasant reading folks !


   Chapter 1 - You Already Know 

I have a knack of adding in songs to my updates which for me really set the mood and let you in on my mindset so please do listen to them as you read along !



Her eyes flew open, images of her incomplete dream making their last run across her mind before they wisped away to become distant memories she could not recall anymore. All she did remember, was that he had been in them again. He was intruding into every space around her, filling her head with thoughts that she did not want to think, well, that is what she told herself anyway.

With a sigh, she lifted herself off her blanket and watched the children across the street from the window laugh and play with each other, smiling at their innocence. Her sister was gone and the sun was high in the sky, its heat, beading her head with droplets of sweat that should not have been there in the month of January. Suddenly realising that she had overslept by a large margin she fluttered out of bed and dashed towards the bathroom, walking around with a fizzing foam of toothpaste in her mouth as she grabbed things that she needed and flung them into the colourful fabricated bag at the foot of her bed.
She was supposed to go and help Anjali with decorating the house for the function they were holding that night for Aakash's last birthday as an unmarried man, despite his reluctance. She knew that Anjali would be too busy to even notice that Khushi was well over reasonably late, but that was not the reason for the jittering butterflies in her stomach.

He was a whole different problem.

One Shot - Do Lafzo (Two Words)

Hi Everyone, so needless to say what this one is about. I really had to get something down because I was just dying in anticipation for the ArHi dance and I needed an outlet, so here goes! I hope you all enjoy reading it. And don't forget to hit like to let me know what you thought, it really means a lot!
  
DO LAFZO  (Two words)

DO LISTEN AS YOU READ 


He thought of NK placing his hands all over her and his mind couldn't take it.

The soft skin that flawlessly ran under the emerald saree was only his to touch. He had seen her walk out of the room where the Gupta's had kept their things and he had followed her towards the performance stage.

She looked exquisite tonight. The fact that she was beautiful had already imprinted itself in his mind, but the way her eyes were shining tonight was different. Every feature along her face fit perfectly in its place. Her nose so elegant and proud, her cheeks giving away the innocence that she held, her quivering soft lips that never failed to amuse him. And her eyes. By far the most beautiful part of her, stood out large and shaking when she looked at him, giving away her world of emotions.

How he had found her in all the people in the world, he didn't know.
How he had found the one person that made him melt, he didn't care.
He was just grateful, yet far too proud to ever admit that to her, let alone to himself.

One Shot - Naive


Hello guys! So I have school tomorrow (really hoping for a snow day!) and it is really late but I just wanted to write something after Barun mentioned my name in his Rangmunch interview .. TWICE *faints again* I will admit, it was amongst a long list of members that sent in a collective message compiled by Pari and Sandy (and a few others) but it still made my heart melt! It feels wonderful to know that they got our messages and that he acknowledged them, so thank you Barun for being so utterly brilliant.


OS : Naive

Arnav watched her flutter around in her dark blue lehenga, yards of its soft fabric caressing her satin like skin, running along her as she moved, teasing him. This girl was perfection. Bright illuminating eyes, setting apart their honey glow from her delicate features, calling him in whenever he would look at  her. He sent her a smirk, watching as she nervously shuffled under his gaze, and hid behind her family.
The last time he had seen her, he had told her that he had bought her the bangles she had worn. It was a moment of clarity, although he hadn't answered her question of why? They both knew it, deep down inside anyway. He cleared his throat as Aakash approached him.

"She looks beautiful doesn't she?" Aakash said, staring out towards his wife adorned in a deep red dress on her wedding day.

Arnav nodded his head and whispered "Stunning" staring out at the figure that stood right next to the bride, shining just as brightly.

One Shot - The Ghost of You


I have written an OS about Arnav finding Khushi and Shyam on the roof and its aftermath. It is not very long, and pretty fast paced, but I got lot's of people asking for something to help with the weekend, so I wrote this.
I wanted to share this VM with you made by Awesome.Sauce I fell in love with the song and the video and I found it fitting for this story, please do give it a watch (Below)!


OS - The Ghost of You

Arnav sat on the floor of the poolside, watching the ice blue water gleam in the lights from within.

He remembered her. Pieces of her.
He remembered her magnificent eyes, her illuminating beauty, her feisty courage and her childlike innocence. He remembered how she would stand against him, stand for him, and stand by him. He remembered the way she looked at him, admiration and love so intense, shining through her bright eyes, giving him all the trust she could muster in her being.

He remembered everything.

Everything that he had reduced to dust.

FLASHBACK

Arnav felt his throat restrict as he turned around, and that is when Khushi's voice cut through the electrifying air again.

"You are crazy" she almost shouted "Stay the hell away from me"

Tuesday, 7 February 2012

One Shot - Poison

Hey blog friends :) This is a little weekend One Shot miniseries I wrote through the scorpion sangeet fiasco, it has 6 rather short parts, I hope you give it a read :)

I am not PMing anyone on India Forums anymore, so do sign up with me for email updates by emailing me at ccuteaangel@gmail.com. if you want to be a part of my email update list, or you can subscribe here. If you want to hear of updates as soon as they are up on India Forums, do send me an email x
Ooh, and leave likes and comments pleaasee :) 


OS : Poison

Part 1 

"You let me win" she stumbled as if in a trance, mind lost somewhere, before he could walk away, voice collapsing at her last word. She knew if she didn't speak the silence would engulf them both, drowning them in its emptiness.

He stood in front of her, shaking from the intense furrow of emotions running through him, his hand was burning, so he flinched away from where he held her around the waist, leaving a hollow sensation at the loss of touch.

She glanced down nervously looking where he had held her moments before. The lights around them were dim, their ears were still drumming from the blast of music that had just ended, the hum of the audience behind the curtains fell as a soft murmur against everything.

Anjali had announced the scores, Khushi had just bumped the Gupta's up by another 10 points, giving them 24 to counter the Raizada's 23. Why did he help her? She tried to ask that question out loud, but found that she couldn't move. Everytime she tried to order herself to speak, she would get a glimpse of Arnav burying his face into her neck, or running his hands across her waist, and her stomach would jump.

He looked at her struggling to compose herself, never had he felt a desire so strong before in his life. This girl had come into his life and turned it completely upside down. He hadn't intended to dance that way, not so close anyway. But the heat of the moment, the heat of her skin so close had sent his apprehensiveness flying away. All he had wanted was her, and now what? How do you react to something like that.

"Why..did you help me?" she finally managed, eyes glued to his.

Arnav tried to look away, but he couldn't. Her eyes looked a dark green in the darkness against her dress. It was such a beautiful colour he couldn't seem to make himself look away.

"I..." he didn't know what to say, freezing as she looked at him expectantly. Waiting for answers that she hoped would correct her world, everything was different, everything was so strange. How had they landed up here?


| FanFic - Tearing Ourselves Apart | Parts 1 - 15


Banner by 18shabbo


Hello Everyone ! this is Ccuteaangel, or for those of you who know me from India Forums - Hayley. This is the first ever Fanfic I have ever written !
This post contains parts 1 to 15, here is the link to Parts 16-29
Intro : This story, is based slightly ahead of the show. Shyam's truth has already been revealed to Arnav and Khushi, and Arnav decided to marry Khushi to keep the news away from his sister. Shyam now works distant from home and hardly ever returns because of them. Khushi and Arnavs relationship is very strained as Arnav thinks Khushi tried to ruin his sisters life. Please do note that it has not been very long since the wedding, all shall be explained, I hope you do enjoy it !
Leave by likes and comments to let me know what you think :)


Part 1

Khushi woke up that morning with butterflies in her stomach. Seven, she counted, it had been seven days since she had gotten married. She pried open her eyelids and just stared at the ceiling for a while. She shuffled in her sheets slightly and she hit a line of pillows to her left. She sighed, how did she ever end up like this? Married, to a man that despised her, hated her guts, hated her existence. She rose out of bed and walked up to her dressing table where she watched herself in the mirror.

Arnav was in the bathroom and he heard movement in the room so he knew she was awake. He groaned lowly, he didn't want to have to face her. He knew somewhere deep inside that the Khushi he knew would never do that to his Di, but whether she had been involved or not, she was a part of everything that could have torn apart his sisters life, and he was reminded of that everytime he saw her. So he did what he found easiest, resorted to rudeness and ignorance. Decided to treat her as badly as he could muster, to keep the feelings he had for her at bay. He had been rushed into this marriage. He wasn't ready, and now, he wasn't sure he would ever be. He walked out to find a hesitant Khushi stroking the skin at her cheeks.
She was beautiful, the fact that it was 8 in the morning and she had just woken up from a sleepless night did not phase her beauty in any way.
"Arnavji, Good morning" she piped.
He walked straight past her into the corridor, not missing the look of hurt in her eyes as he did so.