Brandsandu
Bio
Brandsandu Is A Complete 360 ° Branding & Digital Marketing Company In Delhi & Ncr Providing A Complete Solution From Branding To Social Media, From Public Relations To Media Buying To Interactive Solutions.
Stories (124/0)
The Possessed Manor
I was walking down the street when I came to an old abandoned villa. It was called Sunvilla, although it was far from sunny. It appeared to be haunted. In May, there is a creepy cold environment. In any case, it can’t clarify it. It was said to be possessed, and it certainly appeared to be.
By Brandsandu2 years ago in Fiction
The Anonymous Path
Once upon a time, there was a place that was not beyond the usual, a standard town with residences, businesses, and schools. It was before the internet and smartphones were invented. There were portions of the town that had never been discovered, just as there were in every other town, and there was one trail in specific that had never been travelled. This was due to rumours that people who attempted to travel that way never came back.
By Brandsandu2 years ago in Fiction
Lucifer – The Son of Satan
Rohan was in a rush to go back to the house, so he called Uber to get there as quickly as possible. He was employed by a big corporation. He worked the night shift there for over six months. Rohan was content with his family, which included his wife, Kaveri, and their five-year-old kid.
By Brandsandu2 years ago in Fiction
The House
This is the story of a family that relocated to Las Vegas with their two girls. After an accident in Miami, one of them became mentally disabled. Liza was the problematic girl, and Mira was her sibling. Both were raised in the state of Miami, but what had happened? The youngest daughter got unstable in Miami, so they went to Las Vegas. Was there something that improved their situation or something else that made it worse?
By Brandsandu2 years ago in Fiction
A horrific Dream
The very last rays of light from the sun gushing through the window frames, a sliver of chilly breeze delicately overtaking the dried leaves on the grassy lawn, as if they had no predefined destination and had accepted their destinies, the squawking of a gobble, now and then, periodically interrupted by the delightful music of a cuckoo, filling the environment with electricity unimaginable, and in such a scenario, I glanced out the window, watching the sun gradually fade over the skyline, just as it has a hundred thousand times previously, and will keep going to do just that, everlastingly eternally, considering how the day is drawing to a close, and welcoming the night sky with a sneaky stare.
By Brandsandu2 years ago in Fiction
The final chapter
Shiva lying unconscious on the bank of the Batane River, his body covered in wounds and cuts. The young boy who narrowly escaped certain death a short time ago had to compete with a vicious current. Dogs licked at his wounds all night, and flies buzzed around him. His body was drenched in mud and blood and lying helpless in the sand when the predators of the sky began hunting. A villager came to his aid immediately. He regained consciousness after an hour of medication administered by a local doctor and a few more hours of rest.
By Brandsandu3 years ago in Fiction
What Changed Her Life?
Everyone in Kaliganj was getting ready for their morning chores as the sun's rays filtered through the tall trees that bordered the city. Even though it was just another day for everyone else, Kusum lay awake, staring at the tiled roof that was sure to give way to the rains that were due this year. She was not at all concerned about the roof. She had to worry about her future, which was very important to her. She had celebrated her 15th birthday exactly 262 days ago. Yesterday, she had stared at her reflection in the only mirror in the house because she was curious about her body.
By Brandsandu3 years ago in Fiction
That horrible night
In the morning, it was around 12 o'clock. Around the city, a few drizzles fell from the sky. The road was deserted, and silence reigned. This amateur was trying to figure out what was causing his inability to sleep. The pandemic has left an indelible imprint on him. Due to the lockdown, he was forced to use his finger a lot. Was he currently working on a novel? A metaphor was being used; Mobile was his sixth finger. Unbridled, he uses it over and over again Many things about himself he didn't know before have come to light in the past few months. He realized that his friends were worthless and that no one cared about him anymore. Suddenly, he had access to everything, and it was horrifying to him. He discovered that he had a completely introverted side that yearned to burst out and cry on anyone’s lap. He was shocked. Therefore, he was filled with hatred and resentment towards his loneliness, and he broke down in tears when he thought of it. Every second he was lost in thought, which made him a sloth and lazy person.
By Brandsandu3 years ago in Fiction