Radhika Diksha

“Under the Mistletoe” by Radhika Diksha

Submitted to Contest #72

"Hi, good morning,” I shouldn't be so excited, but I am. I like him no I love him.“Hm,” he says.“You look stressed, is everything alright?”“The exams are around the corner I want to score well. I want to secure a place in the college I want.”I take his hands and rub my fingers over his knuckles. I know he ...

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“Dear Riley” by Radhika Diksha

Submitted to Contest #71

“I was telling you, utilize the time and prepare for the test. But you all were busy in Netflix and Call of Duty,” Ryan said.“Dude would you shut your mouth. It was for the first time in our lives where we aren’t pressurized by marks, studies, or house rent. We were enjoying our time to the fullest,” Urvil remarked.“Would you guys please stop arguing for god's sake?” Danish shouted.“Yeah, we are in the middle of an emotional crisis and instead of finding a solution, you are regretting your actions,” Ernest replied.The coming final semester t...

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“The sin I made” by Radhika Diksha

Submitted to Contest #70

Yes, I have sinned, that I can ever undo it. Nor fix it. But I should have fixed it, I should have accepted that I committed a mistake. But I could not. I should not have attempted in the first place. Why did I do that? Because I was lonely. Yes, I was surrounded by crowds and friends. But I was lonely among them. I was crying in the washrooms, I was crying myself to sleep. I thought people hated me later I knew they were jealous of me all the time. I should have accepted that I was beautiful and pure by heart. Yes now I have accepted, but ...

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“A SHADE APART” by Radhika Diksha

Submitted to Contest #69

“That would be 4500 rupees.” Her hands are trembling, she hastily removes her pocketbook and shuffles out some notes. She is in her mid 30’s, her eyes seem to be puffy and her hairs are messy. Beside her is a cute little damsel, must be 11 or 12 years old. She has beautiful chocolate brown skin with soft curls and big eyes. The woman seems to be a lot stressed, I couldn't control my curiosity. I asked “ Mam is everything alright? Are you ok? She replied “I craved for bread and tea when I was pregnant with her. But my mother in law said that...

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“My human love” by Radhika Diksha

Submitted to Contest #67

They made me for the betterment of society, but right now all of my artificial intelligence is being used for cleaning laundry and washing dishes. I stare in the mirror. Dev made me with so much efficiency and hard work. I touch my cheeks, I can't feel my skin but I can see the beauty of my body, and it's mesmerizing.Beep! Beep! Beep! And a hologram lashes out from my iris, its Dev.“Hey Rox, how are you?”“I'm fine but you are not allowed here?”“Yeah, I know it. See Rox your chemistry is lacking, your relationship is looking very monotonous. ...

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“Broken Verses 2” by Radhika Diksha

Submitted to Contest #66

So this is a spin-off to my story "Broken verses". My friend Yolanda and Prateeksha wanted to know what happens next. They were intrigued by the story. So this story is for them in a literal sense. And please do read "Broken verses" before reading this.Hope you enjoy it.The frame's glass was embedded on the side of my forehead. The glass had pierced my skin above my brow. A strange numbness blocked my senses and I felt the room spinning. I felt the blood trickle down towards my cheek and making its way towards the nape of my neck. I saw a fe...

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“Broken Verses” by Radhika Diksha

Submitted to Contest #66

His eyes spoke it all. The warmth, the lust, and the innocence in his feeling spoke everything. In all these 15 years, I was lying to myself. It's high time now, I have to break my life to complete my dreams.I called Tanya, she was my lawyer. She covered all the cases that were against me.My name was more on high profile cases rather than on educational degrees.And all I had done this was for Aryaman. I loved him 15 years back and I still love him now, but in all these years I forgot to love myself.Tanya, please pick up the phone, it ha...

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“Love; the biggest spell ever” by Radhika Diksha

Submitted to Contest #65

This is my first same-sex romance story. And I have dedicated this story to my friend Yolanda Wu, when I was new in reedsy she used to give me a lot of feedback and encouraged me to write more. And she's the queen of same-sex stories. After reading her stories I got inspired, to write one.And a few days ago, it was her birthday. So it's a tiny gift for her, from my side. Hope you all love it, and please don't forget to give your feedback. And please check Yolanda's stories as well, she's an awesome writer.Loving someone is not a crime. Love ...

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“Yours Forever” by Radhika Diksha

Submitted to Contest #65

Oh my god, what has she done with herself? I couldn't believe my eyes. My Roxanne without laughter, perfume, and mascara. Roxanne was my beloved and only child. What I had dreamt about her and what has she become now. She looks like she hasn't combed her hair for days. Her beautiful golden brown hairs are tied into a messy bun, her shoes are filthy. She's wearing my shirt. My orange color collared button-down shirt. The shirt makes her look muscular, the collar has literally covered half of her shoulder. And she's sobbing while walking down ...

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“Hold my hand” by Radhika Diksha

It was so odd, who asks someone to meet them at the graveyard. That too at night and when it's no moons day. No moons day is a bad day.Roxanne was a confused and weird personality, but she was weird in a unique way. Nerds are supposed to be ugly or below average in looks. But she was hot, hot not like a typical hot but she was attractive. She was a 5'2 brown girl, had raven black hair and a nice set of boobs. And you must be asking how would I know that?Because I'm a boob expert. I would typically tell a girl's personality by looking at her ...

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“You are my only desire” by Radhika Diksha

Submitted to Contest #64

We are in a taxi and the song "I want in that way" by backstreet boys is playing on the car's radio. Sasha is upset with me, because she thinks that I will not marry her. She thinks that I wont marry her because I'm the son of multi millionaire Raj Mehta, I'm only 25 but I have 2000 crore asset on my name. Where as Sasha is a black women, a self made women and has no assets on her name. I haven't proposed her yet, because I couldn't find a ring that I connected too. Sasha is such a enigmatic, powerful, kind women and its tough to find a ring...

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“All in the name of love” by Radhika Diksha

Submitted to Contest #64

The winter is literally stinging my eyes, it appears to be that the winds are carrying arrows with them. The fog has blinded me everything seems to be swallowed by white blanket. Have I lost the path to the village or I travelled myself further in the black forest. Suddenly I heard a rustle behind me, is it a bear?Jesus Christ I don't have my gun with me, I slowly turn my horse to face the predator. There is no one there then, what was the noise about?In the dense fog I see a slight outline it is a man on a horse, and was approaching me now....

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“Apple of my eye ” by Radhika Diksha

Submitted to Contest #63

ARYAMANI'm on a wobbly ladder but I don't care. I have to pluck as many apples as possible, its a freaking competition. I see the other players ravishing the whole tree, the time is ticking. But I can't move cause I'm perplexed of her beauty. How her hair are reaching her shoulders, how her smile is sweet, her eyes like small pearls shining in this fog. Right now she's standing down with a basket in her hands gesturing me to pluck the apples, but I can't move I think I have fallen in love with her. AGAINJIYASince the time I have remembered t...

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“Attached to a string” by Radhika Diksha

Submitted to Contest #62

I loved the ghungroos on the string, it reminded me of all the good times I had in my life. ARYAMAN had made it when we were in Kashmir. When we visited here, he would become a full time Romeo. Making bouquets, biryani, thupkas and sometimes even ponchoe for me. In the day he used to be busy writing songs and in night he would sing them for me. He wasn't ARIJIT SINGH but the rawness in his voice was like honey to my ears. Now this cottage is empty, but is filled by chilled winds. It was not easy for me to make the decision, it was never easy...

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