He pecked my forehead and attached our forehead we were breathing heavily due to the ferocious kiss we have shared and damn god he is good, na! na! -fantastic kisser.
"How many times have you kissed before?"
"Never. Ahana never you are my first and...
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Love.
Love, a force so profound, that it can either forge your spirit into an unbreakable form or tear it apart, leaving behind fragments of who you once were. My fate, it seems, chose the latter. It shattered me, piece by piece, yet, from the ruins of my heart, I built the empire that stands today.
The journey, the countless trials, and the sacrifices made to reach this moment—they are not mere events in time; they are the crucible that forged my soul. Each hardship, each setback was an inevitable part of the process. I often wonder if I would have found the strength I possess now had I not faced those trials. Would I be the same person without them? Perhaps, but it’s a version of me I no longer recognize.
To let go of the pain, the scars left behind, would be to erase the essence of my journey. Yet, it is in the acceptance of these very scars that I find my strength. They are not just reminders of what I’ve endured but of what I have overcome. Each wound has taught me something—sometimes harsh, sometimes gentle—but always necessary.
We are often told to move on, to forgive, to forget. But I have learned that the most powerful transformation comes not from forgetting the past, but in embracing it. For it is through our suffering that we learn what it truly means to be alive. It is in the struggle that we find the seeds of resilience. And so, I choose not to forget. I choose to carry the weight of the past with me, because it is what has shaped me into the person I am today.
And in this, I find peace. Not in the absence of pain, but in its acceptance. Not in the perfection of life, but in its imperfection. Because in the end, it is the broken parts of us that often lead to the most beautiful creations.
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"Make sure you don't repeat this mistake again, Ms. Tiwari. Improve, and I want you to present your presentation by 6:00 p.m."
The words echoed in my mind, sharp and demanding. I turned away, ordering myself a coffee to settle the tension. Standing by the glass window of my cabin, I observed the city below. The hustle and bustle of life—people running for their next goal, their next step in the endless race for success. The frantic energy around them was palpable, each individual trapped in their own cycle of stress, striving for a better tomorrow, yet never truly finding peace in the present. I couldn't help but wonder—What are we all running toward?
