"Books don't just go with you, they take you where you've never been."
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A collection of short dreamy amatory stories.✨
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باتوہآدھیراتکی، راتوہپورےچاندکی-
Life is a ripple in a pond, and you are the rock. You have the power to control reality, even if you are just a speck of dust in an infinite universe. You have the power to make others laugh, hurt, cry, and yell. You can create who you are.
Life is a series of events, one following another. Life is something you can never escape from, no matter what you do. Life is what keeps you awake at dawn, when the early morning light begins to speak through the fluffy clouds in the sky.
Life is everything, yet nothing. Life is cruel, but full of hope. Life is a terrifying, empty abyss of illness and death, yet also sprinkled with excitement and love. Life is something we will never fully understand, and will continue to ponder for eternity, but it is also something that brings happiness into our realities.
Everyone must eventually let go of their life and disconnect from this world through their final breath. In those moments, the valuable and important moments are what will return to you. And that return, though brief—perhaps only a couple of hours—is what will define your life and what you have lived for.
A single day was all it took for Arsh's life to change. Not only his, but hers too.
Arsh woke up to the light that streamed directly into his eyes through the window. Opening his eyes, heavy from lack of sleep, he tried to shift, but then he felt someone's weight on his arm, and the reality of the situation dawned upon him.
Turning to his left, he was met with the most enchanting sight. Hooriya's silky brown strands fanned out across the pillow, a few wisps delicately brushing against her face. Unable to resist, he reached out and gently tucked the stray locks behind her ear, as if trying to take her in more clearly. Her long, curled lashes rested like shadows against her rosy cheeks, framing her soft features. His gaze lingered on her little button nose before drifting to her slightly parted lips—swollen, cherry-red, and tempting. It slid further down to her bare shoulders, where faint marks told their story. Yet, strangely, there was no guilt, no regret. He couldn't quite name what he was feeling, but it settled deep in his chest like a quiet warmth.
When he had stepped into his room last night, he hadn't thought about consummating their marriage—not in the midst of so much chaos. But all it took was one look at her, and something within him unraveled. One look had shattered the chains he'd so carefully wrapped around his desires, dragging his demons to the surface. She had looked ethereal in her dress, the moonlight casting a silver glow across her face, softening her beauty into something almost otherworldly. It was as if he'd been pulled into her orbit—helplessly magnetized. Logic had fled him entirely, leaving behind a single, all-consuming thought: to lose himself in her.
And then the unfortunate happened. When he heard Maha's name, a surge of anger overtook him, and he lost all sense of control. He didn't know what he was doing.
