💔 "When was the last time you heard a scream that wasn't yours?" This book is not written in ink- it's written in the blood of things we buried. The joke you laughed at. The bruise you didn't see. The child you ignored. The man who cried in secret. The woman who never screamed again. The truth you scrolled past. This is not a story. It's a funeral for every feeling that was never allowed to live. It's the rage in a mother's clenched fist, the silence in a boy's hollow chest, the fear wrapped in a girl's school uniform. It's poverty in poetry. Abuse between breaths. Rape in the space between two jokes. It's the sound of injustice- not shouted, but whispered, because the world never listens when it gets too loud. These pages will not hold your hand. They will drag you through the alleyways of everything you pretend not to see. Through child labour behind clean counters. Through marriages built on bruises. Through victims jailed while monsters roam free. This book is not beautiful. It's necessary. And if you finish it feeling comfortable, then you were part of the problem. So ask yourself again- When was the last time you heard a scream that wasn't yours? Because this time, you don't get to look away. You don't get to say "it's not my story." You don't get to sleep peacefully. Because maybe next time... the scream will be yours. And maybe then- no one will hear it either.

Murderer. Gambler. Thief. Seductress. Liar. A woman made of masks. King. Warrior. Brahmin. Son. Friend. A man born of legacy. 𝘞𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳. 𝘍𝘪𝘳𝘦. They should've destroyed each other. And yet, here he was. Freshly anointed. A kingdom in his hands. A crown on his head. ...and a snake in his dungeons. They'd warned him: 𝘋𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘬. 𝘙𝘪𝘱 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘦 𝘰𝘶𝘵, 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘵, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘥𝘰 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘯. Unfortunately, Ashwathama was 𝗵𝗼𝗿𝗿𝗶𝗯𝗹𝗲 at following instructions. Their story didn't start with love. It started with lies. With wounds. With a game no one was supposed to win. And a few millenia down the line, through the ache of memories and the weight of years, he stops to think, 𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙞𝙛 𝙄 𝙝𝙖𝙙𝙣'𝙩 𝙢𝙚𝙩 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙖𝙩 𝙖𝙡𝙡? "𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲." "𝐍𝐨. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐈 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝐭𝐨." She was just trying to survive He was just trying to rule Somehow they ended up inside each other 🫶 DISCLAIMER: this isn't meant to hurt anyone's religious sentiments in any way. everyone's beliefs deserve respect, and if u feel something is hurtful, lemme know.

Duryodhana and Bhanumati's Enigmatic Bond The suyodhana that the world doesn't know The suyodhana who loves his queen, his wife. his world The eldest Gandharinandan who was just an innocent child thrown into the poltics of the world he was too young to distinguish what was dhrama and adharama The child who has yearned to parental love in childhood who's mind got blinded with jealousy way before he could understand what it was The child who was Casted into Life's Cruel Abyss what will happen when he will get the love he yearned for from someone who's soul was meant to be with him together forever but Destiny weaves its tapestry

Jayson Morreti desperately needs help and he chose Elsa because she's going into the cake shop where he's now. He slips an engagement ring onto her ring finger secretly and tells the beautiful woman in front of her that he's engaged. Elsa plays along with him and when she has to take out the ring, it's stuck. She can't take it off, and so is Jayson. So he asks her to be her fiancee since she's wearing the ring. She hates the idea especially when he's an asshole. He threatened her and she has no other choice.

baekhyun x reader Just when you thought that your heart had healed, just when you had thought you had become stronger, you fell into the same trap, the sweetness and the freshness of your best friend's smile. started: 11/9 - 2017 finished: 5/11 - 2017