Fan Fictions


Fan Fictions
Fan Fictions

|Meant To Be #4|AR|SpecialPreview-Page 129|(12th May)|LAFUpdt-Pg130| (Page 72)

ChamakChallo91 IF-Dazzler

Joined: 18 December 2011
Posts: 3424

Posted: 20 May 2012 at 5:21am | IP Logged
and Well done!!!  Clap

Edited by salmaQ - 20 May 2012 at 5:21am

ShrutiRaina Goldie

Joined: 13 May 2010
Posts: 1522

Posted: 20 May 2012 at 11:31pm | IP Logged
Originally posted by ..Maitree..

Hey Guys! My results are out! I got 93% !!! I'm SO HAPPY AND THIS IS ALL COZ OF YOU GUYS! LOVE YOU ALL MUAAAHHH <3 <3

EmbarrassedLOL *dhinka chika*
Yay...I wnt party...chal ab jaldi update kar...
sweetdesire IF-Stunnerz

Joined: 11 July 2010
Posts: 27484

Posted: 21 May 2012 at 12:26am | IP Logged
Waiting for update MaitreeEmbarrassed
helen_of_troy IF-Rockerz

Joined: 19 July 2011
Posts: 6986

Posted: 21 May 2012 at 11:26pm | IP Logged
congratulations maitree Clap

ab toh party banta hai
..Maitree.. IF-Rockerz

Joined: 16 March 2009
Posts: 6464

Posted: 22 May 2012 at 12:30am | IP Logged
YESS I'm here LOL Thank you Everyone, Here is your party LOLEmbarrassed I've finally completed writing the part, and I've worked hard on it, So I expect some hard work from your side to comment Tongue This is for Amal, My Basket...She knows why Wink Enjoy the part!


Part 18: Where the heartbeats lie together

He watched from the corner of his eye. She had put her elbow on the window, her fingers delicately playing with her hair that was bouncing on her face from the air outside. She looked so beautiful, so serene. His lips unwantedly curved into a small smile. Her eyes closed, she was a humming a tune almost inaudibly, as if she was loving the ride and never wanted it to end.
Armaan shook his head to distract himself. As quick as he could, he hid a soft sigh to himself. This was way different from what he had thought. He had thought, that staying close by, even for a short time, would be weird, after all that had happened. But with every moment he spent with her, he began to get these little feelings of peace down him. Sometimes it felt so easy, to forget every bad thing that had happened and just be happy, with these tiny moments carving themselves in the book of memories.
The cool air hitting her face was making her feel more ecstatic than she already was. Her heart was beating ever so rhythmically, as if tuning itself with the tune she was humming. It was her favourite tune- Armaan's first song for her. Whether she'd be sad, happy, depressed, lonely or tired, she hummed this tune. It did the trick for her- Amazingly, this had some magical effects that soothed her and made her forget everything she was thinking previously and just indulge in memories, of his voice.
"We're here.", said his voice. Her eyes opened to the sight of darkness. She turned to him, in the light of the car, to see he was getting out of the car. Taking a breath, she opened the passenger door and stepped out. He locked the car with a beep and then they both got out of the garage, with Armaan closing it with his key.  She puffed out some air, and rubbed her arms. The air was chilly, and her knee-length dark pink evening dress (which yes, was sleeveless) wasn't helping.
Meanwhile the owner of the house felt for the keys of his house in practically all his pockets. Finally he found it, almost pressed in between the folds of his wallet. Jingling it in his hands, he put back the wallet and tried one of the keys out of the bunch. One after another, he frowned and tried all the keys, but none of them seemed to open his main door. She hid a giggle and patiently stood behind him, watching. At last the door opened, with him letting out a sigh of relief.
"Here", he held out the keys to her, to which she raised an eyebrow.
"I'll just..a...put the car in the garage. You can open the rooms.", he said. 
She shrugged and smiled back, holding the cold steel keys in her hand. Air rushed in again and she shivered a little, cursing herself for being so sensitive to cold still, and then she rubbed her arm with one hand, walking to in front of his room. Now she was the one confused as to which key opened the room. She groaned as fumbled with the keys, and the jingling sound echoed in Armaan's hallway.
"I'll do it..", a gentle voice said as he placed his hands on the lock, which she was holding. His touch made her look up to him, and very hesitantly, he looked back at her. A moment of awkwardness swept through, they looked away, and he slowly removed his hand.
"Uh...", he struggled to break the silence, "I..can open the door."
She nodded absently and gave the keys back to him. Armaan in a jiffy put a key in the lock and pushed the door open. Then he walked inside.
Even in the darkness, as moonlight flooded the room from the glass transparent door of the verandah, the effect was tantalizing. A calmness spread over her, as in still by his bedside, lay a picture of them both. His walls were covered by his guitar, a clock, and a picture of his parents, a calendar, with his huge almirah covering half of the space.  Surprisingly, even his bed was well made, and the white and light blue bed sheet glistened in the moonlight. She smiled.
The growling of clouds and the sudden darkness in the room brought her back to earth. The wind was fierce again, and she was sure that it had to rain. But rains in November? Weird. She looked beside and all around her to notice that she was alone.  Panicking, she held the door, and called out, "Armaan?"
"Just here. Coming!", came his reply from a little far away.
"Um..Where are you?", she called out, rubbing her arms again. Damn these cold winds., she thought. "It's kind of...dark"
His reply didn't come. Instead she heard the jingling of his keys, the rustle of his footsteps, and saw his face illumined in the emergency light he was holding.
"Actually the current's gone off. It's going to rain, I guess. Quite chilly weather. I've switched on the inverter, and gave it on charge. It'll come on in some 5 to 10 minutes."
She nodded as she looked at the main door, still open. Her body shivering with cold, she clattered her teeth, and closed the door as quickly as she could. A slight shiver of warmth spread through her.
"You were feeling cold?", he asked from behind. She turned as he corrected himself, "Oh sorry, of course. How could I forget?", he muttered.
"It's okay Armaan, I'll be fine.", she breathed out.
"We can't take a risk, Riddhima. We both know that you're too sensitive to cold, and it even makes you faint. I won't let that happen to you.", the worry was layered in his tone. She looked down, and sighed.
"I know you wouldn't.", she replied meaningfully.
He ran a hand through his hair, "And might..", he pointed to her dress, "Need something warmer."
She smiled at his hesitant concern, and looked up. "Yes. So...Could you lend me something out of your closet? Like your pullover or something?"
"You want to wear my clothes?", his tone was surprised.
She shrugged, "Is that a problem?"
He shook his head. "Yeah, I'll just..", he pointed to his bedroom, "Get something."
She wanted to follow him, the darkness was menacing. Yet she was hesitant.
"Oh yes, Riddhima.", he came back halfway, "You can take my room for the night. The guest room is too..erm, dirty."
"And you?"
"I'll be comfortable on the sofa, so chill. I'll be fine."
"Armaan that's not fair! It's your house, you sleep in your room! I'll sleep outside."
"Riddhima...please. You know I can't do that. To you."
"As if I can let you sleep in your sofa!", she protested back.
"Okay, Okay listen.", he came forward and held her shoulders, "I am used to it. When the guys are here, we hardly go to the rooms. We always fall asleep on the sofa. So It'll not be a problem."
"Please Riddhima, trust me. I'll be fine. And can't you do this much for me?"
She sighed, surrendering. Walking forward with her hands still crossed over her chest, she muttered, 'he's too good.'
Meanwhile the inverter was switched on, and the lights were on in the house, except in the living room. He gave her his (and hers) favourite purple pullover, and she put it on her dress. He had to admit, even in that weird fashion, she looked the most beautiful girl he'd come across. She casually put her palms inside the arms of the pullover, and anyway it was long for her, almost covering whole of her dress. She was finally warm.
"Thanks.", she smiled.
He smiled back, "Pleasure. Would you like coffee?"
"Now?", her watch said 12:50 am.
"Uhm, actually I have coffee every day before going to sleep. No reason whatsoever."
She shrugged, "Okay."
He left the room, and she sighed, looking all around. Holding the pullover closer to herself, she closed her eyes and inhaled the musky smell that was just Armaan. It seemed as if she could feel him. As if he was holding her. She wished he would. Pulling back her hair into a bun, she looked at her image in the mirror for some time, till his call came from the living room.
He handed her a cup of steaming coffee, and lifted his own. The coffee was quite well made, and it surprised her. Smiling to herself she sipped it cautiously, taking care not to burn her tongue. Armaan on the other hand was busy in collecting his thoughts and closing the garden side window from where the wind was blowing fiercely, this time carrying a little wetness in it. Surely it was going to rain. When he turned back, he was almost scared to suddenly find her standing beside him. Her hand was in the pocket of the pullover, and another hand was balancing her cup. And her eyes were twinkling with the faint moonlight from the clouds, and that rustle of the trees.
"So.", he said, not knowing how to start.
She turned and raised an eyebrow. "I mean...the coffee, its okay, right?"
She looked skeptically at her cup, "I love it.", she whispered, "Just the way I love it."
He dimpled at that sentence, and raised his own cup to his lips.
Her fingers drummed on the cup, as she didn't raise her eyes to look at him, "Thank you Armaan."He had just turned to take back the cup from her since they both had finished.
"For what?", he asked, genuinely surprised.
"For this. It's been ages since..", she looked up, and he became stiff, "Since I had a coffee as good as this one.", she ended with a short quiet laugh.
Armaan breathed a sigh of relief and simply smiled at her. Deep down inside they both knew what she really wanted to say, but didn't. He was thankful to her, but still somewhere in his heart he had wanted to listen to her saying that she missed nights like these, with him. The numerous nights like this, way back in college. When they would be nothing but just coffee, whispers and giggles, and cherished silences.
"You should go to sleep, Riddhima. We both have duty tomorrow."
She stood up, her locks falling over her face from the messy bun. Sleep was miles away from her. In fact, she wondered if she would really sleep or not. She thought for a while and said, "Well...I am not really sleepy."
"You think so.", he said, the rushing sound of the tap suddenly closing, "You'll be asleep in a while if you lie down. You've worked so much today, and then the party. You must be tired.", his tone was gentle.
"Armaan please..I'm not tired. And right now this won't let me sleep."
"Even though I'm sensitive to cold and all, I love this weather. Even the sight of it is so soothing. Just makes me want close my eyes, sit in front of the window, and listen to soft music."
"Just like before.", he muttered.
"You said something?", she half-smiled while she asked.
He raised his head quickly to defend himself, "No..nothing. Just, I mean it's already 1am, you really should go to sleep."
"Don't be a bore!", she frowned, "We can do so many things!"
Both his eyebrows rose up, "And what really does Miss Gupta think we can do at 1am?", he crossed his hands in front of his chest.
Riddhima took a breath, grinned, and walked to where he was. "Talk.", she said softly.
"About what?"
In the flow of the moment, she took his arm, and said, "Anything! Have we ever run out of topics since the time we became friends?"
He stopped walking with her, which automatically made her turn back. He was looking at her hand holding his arm.  She bit her lip.
" you mind?", she asked, her heart suddenly picking up speed.
He looked as startled by the question as she herself was. After searching her eyes, he slowly dimpled and shook his head. Within a fraction of a second she smiled and she was sure, the warm tingling feeling rushing down her spine was having the same effect on him.

"Please not that one! It was so embarrassing!"
He laughed, holding his stomach this time, "No..That was seriously Classic!"
"I mean, I didn't even realize what I was saying! Sunscreen and all'"
"I..", he took a breath, as he laughed again, "We couldn't believe our ears when you seriously told Daksha that 'Take this, it prevents skin darkening!' when her skin was flawlessly dark!"
Even she giggled this time, "God..I can still remember her reply!"
Armaan coughed and sat up, "Yeah, she was like 'Prevents, but doesn't cure na!'  And her face- the glare she gave you!"
"What was even worse was the way you guys laughed!", she shook her head.
"Muski teased you about that for about a week!", he grinned.
"Don't remind me of it, she and Nikki had got their new entertainment with this. You remember your and Abhi's incident?"
"The dressing of the Skeleton contest?", he said.
Now it was her turn to laugh loud and clear, "Yes! He'd got..N-Nikki's dress to dress up the skeleton!", she was in fits of laughter now.
"That was my plan.", he grinned, confessing and half-laughing at the same time, "The beating he got after that was commendable..and you remember that wig that one of our classmates got from somewhere?"
"The part was, when you guys put it behind Atul to scare him, in the dark..and he was like, 'Anjali! What's happened to you!' !"
They laughed their hearts out. She was right- they hadn't gone out of topics. Since they started talking, they just had been talking, remembering, laughing, smiling and getting silent sometimes..but surely, it was one of the best moments of her life. And that way, they didn't even realize, that almost two hours had passed by.
After what really seemed a long, billion years that both of them had laughed heartily. Armaan couldn't believe he was enjoying so much even after such a long day. He felt so alive. He felt happy. And he couldn't ask for more. On the other hand, she was living what would probably be one of the cherished moments with him. Those dimples, that laugh, that alive nature, that twinkle in his grey-blue eyes- she was bringing back her Armaan after such a long time.
The wall clock made a sound, and they both turned towards it. Armaan was taken aback to see it was 2:35 am, time had flown. It seemed like they had just started talking a minute back. He stopped laughing immediately, and said, "I think it's time we go to sleep.."
Riddhima sighed, she couldn't argue with him anymore. "Right.", she said sadly.
He didn't say anything while she stood up and in very slow steps, walked towards the bedroom room. In an attempt to keep himself occupied, he started arranging the cushions on his sofa where they were sitting. She looked back once, sighed, and entered the room.
For a while she debated whether to close the door or not. The room was dark now, except for the rain she could see clearly outside. It made the room cooler, but not so cold that she had to shiver.  At last when her mind said, 'It's just Armaan. What's the big deal?'  did she climb into the soft bed without closing the bedroom door. She had left the ceiling fan switched on at a slow speed, so that with the verandah door closed, as well as wearing the pullover and taking a sheet on herself she wouldn't be uncomfortable. And it wasn't long since her tiredness overpowered her.
"He's sinking."
"Please. No. You can't do this. You promised, you promised...", she muttered on, trying to ignore what she heard.  She felt lost, helpless, defeated, lifeless, all at the same time. The least she could do, was to press her ear to his chest, and hear maybe what was the last faint heartbeat.
"Please, we can't stop trying. His heart is beating.", her words were rushed and broken.
"It won't work, Riddhima.", came a tired, helpless reply, "You know it's over."
"ITS NOT OVER! HIS HEART IS BEATING! ", she could feel her warm tears on her burning cheeks, her throat paining from the impact of the rough and sudden shout. "Once more please.."
A beep interrupted as she turned around rapidly to the machine to see a clear green line running through it, the loud sound piercing her ears.
"That..That..",she pointed and shook her head, wiping her eyes hurriedly with her elbow, "Its-just-not TRUE..Please, I-he-please!", she requested frantically again.
"PLEASE! I swear he'll be okay! He promised me, PLEASE!"
That hit the nail at the point. She could feel her knees wobbling as she brought her hands to her hair. Her senses felt numb with shock as his body was carried out. Feeling something wet in her hands, she brought them in front of her face to see it dripping with blood, the same red blood colour that had stained her clothes.  Her vision was blurring, and finally when she heard a distant cry, she felt herself hitting the cold floor.

Armaan hadn't been able to sleep. He put down the novel he was reading to get a glass of water. Maybe it was the sofa, and because he was so used to sleeping in his soft bed, peacefully, full of dreams. As he shook his head, and poured himself a glass of water, and automatically yawned. He gulped down the water, scratched his head as he yawned again. Finally, he thought to himself and looked at the watch. 3:05 am. Absently or intentionally, his gaze diverted to his bedroom, and he wondered if she was sleeping peacefully. If she was feeling cold.. He walked inside, quite surprised to see the door open.
She was tossing and turning furiously, muttering something, her face had perspiration all over, and she held the sheet tight in her hands. Panic rose through him, and he was unsure whether to wake her, or hold her, or comfort her.
"Save him..please..s-save..", she muttered on incoherently and now he was getting more panicked. It was a nightmare that was affecting her, and very badly. He had just sat on the bed, when she sat up suddenly, her breathing quick, hasty, her eyes bloodshot. For a second or two she sat like that, and then she checked her hands. Frantically looked around. Armaan knew he had to speak up now.
"Riddhima?", he called gently.
She didn't seem to hear him. Tears clogged her eyes and finally travelled down her cheek, which scared Armaan further. Hesitantly, he forwarded his finger to wipe them away. That certainly caught her attention. She looked at him, and he was taken aback for a second. Her eyes were red and puffy, lost. She wasn't the Riddhima who was talking to him so freely that same night.
"I couldn't save him.", she said in a hoarse whisper, her gaze unwavering.
"Who?", he asked. She turned away, and sobbed furiously into her hands.  He edged closer, and held her shoulders.
"Riddhima? Riddhima everything's fine! Everyone's okay..Just look at me once, please, Riddhima? It's me, and it was just a dream, a dream..", he muttered to her.
"It was not a dream, Armaan..Not a nightmare...You don't understand..", she replied in a broken voice, her tears coming out furiously. He was desperate to comfort her, and found no other way, but to pull her towards his chest and hold her.
He rocked her like a child, and she held his shirt tight, almost digging her nails into his back through the material of his shirt, and sobbed and cried furiously, whispering in broken tones in between.
"You're okay, baby..You're with me..", he smoothed her hair, and held her, not caring how tight she was holding him.
"It's all my fault..", she whispered back. He lifted her head from his chest and cupped her face. She was still crying, in the hangover of that nightmare.
"Listen to me Basket. You're with me, and everything's fine. We had lots of fun today, we talked. Nothing's wrong..I won't let anything to be wrong. And I Love you.", he ended quietly.
She hugged him again, sobbing softer this time, but still shivering. He didn't hesitate to hold her this time, and rocked her hair again.
"I'm so sorry Armaan..", her almost unclear, broken voice whispered.
"You can tell me if you want.", he whispered back, "But only if you want."
She stayed there like that for some time, and finally got up. Her cheeks were dry now, and she looked in a far better state. "I'm sorry, I guess I over-reacted.", she said in a tight tone. He knew she still wasn't alright, and she wouldn't be, till she had it all out of her. But he was hesitating to ask, if it would hurt her?  He was unsure whether to stay there, or to get up. A part of him was upset that she didn't want to tell him what was bothering her, but then, as he had said previously, it was her decision.
"He was my first child patient.", her voice made him sit down again, "The closest thing I had to a friend in Delhi." She was looking forward, or nowhere, just lost in her memories. But at least she's speaking it out, he thought.
"His name was Gaurav, and he was a 15 year old school student. A brilliant, intelligent student, a star in football, and also someone so quiet, shy, and hesitant as a innocent school goer. He had brain tumor.", she stopped, probably to hide another tear that was rolling down her cheek. Armaan wanted to hold her again, but he held himself back, and saw her clutch her sheet tight.
"We didn't become friends at first. Gaurav was terrified of doctors and hospitals, and he hated it there. But slowly and gradually when he began to understand his situation, his attitude started to alter. From 'how are you' we started every day, and when his time was coming near, we talked endlessly . I had seen a different shine in his eyes then. The shine to do something. To achieve something..and he did. He gave his board examinations there in the hospital, because he still had that belief that he'd be cured."
"But we knew better. He was a 15 year old boy. If we operated his tumor, he would die. If we didn't, he would die. He didn't have that much power in him to resist death. He was just a child..",she paused and closed her eyes tightly, running her hand through her hair to control herself. Armaan was looking away, now maybe beginning to understand her situation.
"I didn't let him lose hope, and maybe that's why, he liked me best. I treated him like he would go run about the football field the next moment. When we had become friends, he wasn't the same quiet boy as before. He talked, so much. He loved to talk about his friends and football. I had even met his friends. He wasn't just a patient to me..he had become, maybe the little brother I never had..", her voice broke at that point, and she couldn't stop her tears. He held her hand and patted it.
She began once more, "He had just asked one thing from me, just one thing."
"Didi, how long will you look after me this way? One day.."
Riddhima passed him a cross look, "I will never talk to you again if you talk like that. Promise me you will never think like that? Promise me you'll keep your heart beating?"
He leaned towards her, his spiked hair falling on his face, and his black eyes shining, "I promise, if you promise me that you'll keep trying till the last minute."
She smiled, "I promise." And they shook hands.
"I..couldn't keep his promise, Armaan.", she said, "I kept trying, but he kept slipping away. I couldn't believe he was gone. I couldn't look myself in the eye, nor could go out of the OT to look at his parents. For two to three weeks, I didn't sleep. I felt as if closing my eyes would make that memory of his death flash itself in front of my eyes. It's been five years since that suddenly came out of the blue tonight, and still, it gave me goosebumps."
There was silence for some minutes when nobody spoke, and Armaan asked her, "Feel better?" to which there was no answer. Her exhausted eyes had closed itselves, and her head lay on his shoulder, her hand still laced through his. He breathed a sigh of relief, and laid her down carefully, then tried to get up. He fell back beside her, since she was holding to him so tightly, scared of letting go. In a corner of his heart, he was scared too, what if the nightmare came again? So he shifted her a little, and made place for himself.
For a long time, he stared at her face, making sure there was no sign of discomfort. And there was none. She slept completely peacefully now, and slowly, his eyes closed too. Time ticked away, and as the rain outside ceased, they were lost...Where the heartbeats lay together.

My Heart Will Go On - Celine Dion

Every night in my dreams
I see you, I feel you
That is how I know you, go on

Far across the distance
And spaces between us
You have come to show you, go on

Near, far, wherever you are
I believe that the heart does go on
Once more you open the door
And you're here in my heart
And my heart will go on and on

Love can touch us one time
And last for a lifetime
And never let go till we're gone

Love was when I loved you
One true time I hold you
In my life we'll always go on

Near, far, wherever you are
I believe that the heart does go on
Once more you open the door
And you're here in my heart
And my heart will go on and on

You're here, there's nothing I fear
And I know that my heart will go on
We'll stay forever this way
You are safe in my heart
And my heart will go on and on


Done! From this time, PMs to only those who hit the like button and comment. So if you'd like to recieve a PM for the next Update, Hit the like button (Compulsory) and comment (if it possible along with liking :P) I Want Long comments, esp for this part Embarrassed
The author/writer/you-know-who/Maitree ROFL

Edited by ..Maitree.. - 22 May 2012 at 1:30am

The following 62 member(s) liked the above post:


sweetdesire IF-Stunnerz

Joined: 11 July 2010
Posts: 27484

Posted: 22 May 2012 at 12:32am | IP Logged

I am first...:D


Hey Maitree
Finally we got our much awaited update
Loved it to the core

Awiee AR and their moments are too cute 
You just made my day yaar

The comfort Level between AR are just too adorable

Last bit is too sad
But Love the way Arman comfort her

waiting for more
So do try to continue soon

Thanks for the PM

Take care

Lots of Love

Edited by sweetdesire - 22 May 2012 at 9:18am
helen_of_troy IF-Rockerz

Joined: 19 July 2011
Posts: 6986

Posted: 22 May 2012 at 1:04am | IP Logged
wonderful part maitree
tumne toh meri jaan hi nikaal di
i thought it was armman
but i m even feeling sad about the boy
anyway part is amazing
ar moments are amazing
i was not able to get enough of them
so i read all over the part again
it is simply beautiful cute n m not even able to find words 2 describe it
continue soon 
n congrats for ur results
sowmya18 Goldie

Joined: 04 June 2010
Posts: 1919

Posted: 22 May 2012 at 1:05am | IP Logged
loved the update...
thanks for the pm...
love u...

Go to top

Related Topics

  Topics Author Replies Views Last Post
Secrets du coeur ||Swaron FF|| Update page 21

2 3 4 5 6 7 ... 20 21

Author: OneLove_S.W   Replies: 160   Views: 27729

OneLove_S.W 160 27729 01 July 2014 at 8:20am by nature2
REMOVED Note Page 42 and Page 44

2 3 4 5 6 7 ... 43 44

Author: gypsy   Replies: 346   Views: 39249

gypsy 346 39249 09 January 2012 at 11:50pm by ssshh
AR OS Love Blossoms PAGE 3 || Note PAGE 7

2 3 4 5 6 7

Author: angelic_angel   Replies: 54   Views: 40704

angelic_angel 54 40704 12 May 2011 at 11:08am by swamii92
A Walk On The Beach..-AR[New Page Link: Page 150]

2 3 4 5 6 7 ... 146 147

Author: Munchkin.   Replies: 1174   Views: 185416

Munchkin. 1174 185416 10 April 2011 at 8:10am by Riddss
-Lost AR- Part 1 Page 1 Note: Page 4 7/31/2009

2 3 4

Author: Veiledbeauty   Replies: 29   Views: 21112

Veiledbeauty 29 21112 31 July 2009 at 8:04pm by Veiledbeauty

Forum Quick Jump

Forum Category / Channels

Fan Fictions Topic Index

Disclaimer: All Logos and Pictures of various Channels, Shows, Artistes, Media Houses, Companies, Brands etc. belong to their respective owners, and are used to merely visually identify the Channels, Shows, Companies, Brands, etc. to the viewer. Incase of any issue please contact the webmaster.

Popular Channels :
Star Plus | Zee TV | Sony TV | Colors TV | SAB TV | Life OK

Quick Links :
Top 100 TV Celebrities | Top 100 Bollywood Celebs | About Us | Contact Us | Advertise | Forum Index