A Collection of Short Poetry & Prose ❝Only your existence elicit my words.❞

***PSA- PLEASE TAKE TIME TO READ MY MOST RECENT ADDITIONS TO THIS POETRY SAGA. I've been writing in this poetry journal since 2016 and they do get progressively better and more insightful.*** thank you carry on: These poems contain snippets of my life and my strongest emotions. Here I have opened my soul up to be read... Lastly, this volume is full; however, if you wish to read more, my 2nd poetry volume is ongoing and accessible

"How dare you touch him?" she shouts at the girl standing in front of Abhimanyu. The girl frowns at her sudden appearance and outburst. "Who are you, girl? And why are poking your nose in my business? " hearing the annoyed voice of that girl, Aaravi look at her in disbelief before glaring at Abhimanyu who give her 'what' look. "He IS my very own business. And for your kind information, he is my husband and also father of my cute little babies," she declare making everyone present there completely shocked. ______ "I don't want to marry right now, I am not sure. I am not ready," Aaravi said and tightly closed her eyes, feeling them burning. She felt as if her soul left her body just by uttering this cruel lie. She is helpless or maybe coward or stupid. Abhimanyu snapped his head toward her in shock and he felt his blood freeze in his veins as he tried to grasp what she really meant. _________ "Enough of your hide and seek, Jaan. It's my turn to play the game," he whispered in his dark tone and evil tone. _______ "No one can stop me from making you mine now. I know you are hiding something and I swear on our love Aaravi, I will find out very soon," Hearing his promise, her heart started beating fast in anxiety and fear. No!! I won't let you, Manyu. ________ "Thinking of you keeps me awake. Dreaming of you keeps me asleep. Being with you keeps me alive." -Abhimanyu "Loved you yesterday, love you still, always have, always will." -Aaravi Join the beautiful journey of Abhimanyu Agnihotri and Aaravi Roy's eternal love story.

As I sit here and reminisce the memories of my lost loved ones, I can only but wonder what it could've been. I collected and wrote a couple of short, sad love stories. I hope you enjoy : )

The Fae who's lost everything. and the Soldier with nothing left to lose. The Queen, freshly crowned in bloodshed and fear. and the Stranger on the run from a world that wants him dead. The Songbird at the head of a realm on the brink of war. and the Wolf who'll stop at nothing to protect his new home. ☽✦☽✦☽✦☽✦☽✦☽✦☽✦☽✦☽✦☽✦☽✦☽✦☽✦☽✦☽✦☽✦ When a broken man stumbles across the border, no one expects him to survive the night. They believe he comes seeking to use them - as so many before him have. But the stranger comes with a world of hate at his heels. Robbed of the one piece of control he ever had, and the few people he loved. He doesn't come seeking refuge nor riches. But a dignified end. A request the war-weary fae have no doubts will be quickly complied with. Their Queen, newly crowned yet her reign has already been tarnished. A Queen who has already seen far too much bloodshed in a far too short life, is tired of it. Instead she makes the newcomer a proposition. A place among them. An offer Quinn willingly accepts. For the first time in longer than either of them can remember, they face a life of peace. Something neither of them had ever expected to live long enough to see. A novelty neither of them was prepared for. And side by side they make their way into a new world and its challenges. Two worlds that ought never to have collided, but in each other they find familiar scars, a chance to heal. But it was never meant to last. Their history haunts them every step of the way, and finally it catches up to them. Elodie must fight for the peace she has spent so long fostering, but it already seems to be a losing battle. Quinn must prove himself deserving of all that he has been given, but he faces the threat he has spent so long running from. A fight for their lives, their love. But it may already prove too late. For there are some wounds even time can't heal.

NOW PUBLISHED!! Currently discounted on Amazon Kindle, go download a copy now! An aura of power wrapped around the pair as their eyes met. Damayanthi Pratap Rathore, the only heir to the throne smiled as she greeted Rajveer Vikram Rana, the best swordsman of Mahendragiri and the Chief of Security. Both saw it at the exact same time. Half a moonstone, embedded on the hilt of each other's swords. Both The Princess and the Warrior inwardly gasped. The gems looked so identical, as if they were two halves of the same moonstone.... A Princess. A warrior. Half a moonstone. Highest: #15 in Historical Fiction Current cover credit : Drabblelove