It all came toppling down. One moment, I was there, smiling and laughing with the human faces that girdled me. Exchanging ideas, offering help, and covering for each other's antics. I don't know. It- It just happened too quickly for me to process. Was it a fire? I wasn't sure, and I find it difficult to say. But if there's something I know, it's that I did not deserve it to happen. None of us did. We weren't born to spill blood. Not me, not any of them out there. All those corpses that lay there, embracing my spines to spell a creepy chill, whispering into the hot zephyr kissing my torsos. They have me bound like a volcano, the inferno bubbling with every passing moment, the fiery rage that rushes through my veins, not dying out. All I know is that I have to do this. You know what? Business never seemed to interest me until you did it, to make me lose my loved one once. Now I'll ensure you lose yours, with your respect, and your dignity a thousand times more. As the last leaf on their tree, the last hope for their survival, I'd do it all to ensure your payback. With excellent interests. Because last leaves don't wither. They hold their heels to witness spring, and its peers entering a fresh chapter, and then kiss the ground with a smile on their faces to spill.

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One fateful night, two strangers and a missed metro. Destiny has already decided its pawns' destination. All they need to do is to trust the journey. Tune into the story of Yug and Anthika to know more about how they find their way to each other. ****** Thank you for giving this story a chance. P.s. The graphics/digital designs used in the cover do not belong to me. The cover is made with the help of Instagram story features.

My name is Raju. I meet many interesting people thanks to my profession. This is the story of one such person. Cover Picture: @anamika_writes

My Southwest Airlines Contest entry. Being shipped down south for the summer has already ruined Anna's plans. Being seated next to a twelve-year-old Talkative Tammy is the cherry on top. When things really go south, Southwest Airlines pulls through for the win.

[ Featured - @AmbassadorsIN ] From your hand, anything can be stolen. From your destiny, nothing. • • • With a complexion darker than the darkest nights and, a voice sweeter than honey, he was the most charming youth anyone had seen. Children and animals of all kinds were his frequent companions. His untamed curls would sway under the breeze, a smile on his lips as he spent his days under the sun, plucking fruits from trees, running around and playing his flute. But all was not happy as it seemed. His beloved, his Radha, had strayed far from him. She had turned her back on him, grieving with her broken heart all by herself. For her, he was just a frivolous flute player, a temporary guest in her house. For him, she was a part of him. Just like the many others, she, too, was precious for him. • • • Word count || 15,918 Cover: ReynaBennett Banner: Nakshatra012m • • • If you are reading this story on a platform other than Wattpad, kindly log off and scan your device for any possible viruses. Story will be re-edited, again, in the near future when I'm no longer lazy. • • • Romance | AmbassadorsIN - 12/11/24

We all have some special people in our lives. Some stay with us, some in our memories, some in our success and some in our journey. Arun, a famous musician and singer has one person in his life. She is Swara(means music note in Sanskrit) of his music. "Three years back, A magical rainy day in a beautiful forest I saw her first and last time. I'm searching for her from past 3 years. I hope one day I will meet her and I'm waiting for that day. She is my Colourful Music." Swara, a talented painter has one person in her life. He is Arun(means golden reddish colour in Sanskrit) of her painting. "There is no day in my life without remembering him. He is my inspiration. I don't know where he is, but I believe one day I will meet him. I'm waiting for that day. He is my Colourful Music." It's a short story of two parts of a heart and their unforgettable love.

| Featured @AmbassdorsIN Romance list | Popcorn is prepared in the same heat, same oil and same pot and yet the kernels do not pop at the same time. The cheesy Harshan Arya's smile lies behind the secret. 'I am not perfect and I am proud of it.' The spicy Rakshan Arya has only one principle in life. 'Be the change you want to see in this world.' The salty Rachna Verma's life is programmed with the routine. 'All day work and no play makes Jack a dull boy.' The sweet Aditi Verma has the perfect solution for all problems. 'Eat ice cream! Drink hot tea and be happy!" The four flavoured popcorn when scooped in the same cup, their lives are roasted and shaken with fear and regrets. And sprinkled with self-discovery and courage as they savour happiness, love and dreams. Get a cup of popcorn and enjoy the ride!

I had entered a competition a few months back. I had to write a story with this excerpt in the content: "It was still dawn when I stepped out of the cab and walked towards the entry gate of the Delhi airport. The early morning February air was pleasantly cold. I was travelling to Bengaluru to attend a college friend's wedding. It had been four years since we graduated from the same college. This wedding was also going to be a reunion of our batchmates. But what I didn't know was that the reunion would begin much ahead of time; right in the queue in front of the airline counter. I was almost sure it was she. Same height! Same long hair! Same complexion! Curiosity had my eyes glued to her. And then about 60-odd seconds later, when she turned, she proved me right. My ex-girlfriend stood two places ahead of me in that queue. We had never met after the college farewell." I didn't win the contest but I know I've won if this story manages to make even one person smile. So I'm putting it up on Wattpad. S Cover Picture: @anamika_writes (Thank you so much for the lovely cover!)

"First love the most special feeling that every heart saves as a secret... Even my heart holds such secret.. This thoughts ran in my head when I opened my first and the last diary I written In my life... By reading those lines, my brain was thrown into the beautiful memories which were submerged under tides of time... The lines are as follows... ""I never know that even eyes can talk, until her eyes had a conversation with me.. I never know that even eyes can rob, until her eyes robbed my heart.. The only girl in my life explained about the value of life.. Her eyes.... That damn eyes are enough to Live... Her eyes are just like Black Hole that attract my heart... Everytime I look her, I just fall in love again and again.. I don't know under which case does this fall in Newton's law of gravitation.... My eyes are always busy in dreaming about her... But I never thought that her beautiful eyes will be the reason for tears in my eyes...."" These are the lines encrypted with lots of love found in last pages of my diary, I don't have habbit of writing diary.. but a special person introduced this habit for me.. this diary is a witness for all my true feelings... Hello friends my name is Arjun.. Arjun prakash. Everyone had a love story... But first love story is hard to forget or hard to move on... Love is the only emotion that making our world to live forever... Every person had a silent Love story inside his heart.. under the tides of times it is submerged.. Join the journey to Extrapulate the deep meaning of love.. Explore the best feeling of love... Encapsulate the emotion of love from heart... Here presenting my first work.. EYEjack.. A complete love story of an engineering guy with a clever mind and creative thoughts..