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Zindagi ke rang (colors of life) بقلم lovelettersbyelee
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Devansh Singhania , also known as the king of Singhania industries as well as a famous businessman known for his ruthlessness who rules over Delhi with no interest in love ,is staring at the dark sky of Delhi ,the heart of the nation with determination to bring this country under his control one day. However ,the destiny has its own plans for him though he is unaware about it... Aadhya Thakur,a bubbly happy girl with sunshine nature who is loved by everyone. A fashion designer who is rushing to Delhi from Kolkata to accomplish her dream in the world of fashion along with her best friend. CEO of AB fashion.co Brinda Choudhary , a talented artist and fashion designer as well , beautiful , innocent and her partner in making their new company of fashion in Delhi to sway their path of success. CO-CEO of AB fashion.co Last but not the least our handsome second lead Viaan Kapoor, CEO of Kapoor's design known for his kindness and friendly behaviour towards everyone but falls in love at first sight with a girl who falls over him on their first meet. But will they be able to hide their secrets? The unspoken past connection? The pull of destiny towards each other? To know the answer - join them in their journey ZINDAGII KE RANG. Everything in this story is fictional. The aesthetics and pictures used are from pinterest and other platforms, they belong to their rightful owner!
Between screens and sanctions بقلم the-fictionalist
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One was a master of words. The other, a master of motion. Ishanvi and Shayan were just two strangers in a crowded engagement group, hidden behind usernames and the relentless hustle of the algorithm. She lived in the worlds she wrote; he lived in the music he moved to. They were never meant to speak. Until a single reel, a fusion of her words and his dance, blurred the line between professional support and personal obsession. What happens when the person who understands your silence best is the one you've never actually met? And what happens when the digital sanctuary you've built begins to crumble under the weight of the real world? In the world of pixels, they were infinite. In the world of reality, they were a secret about to be told.
PRALAYAM: After him, Only ashes بقلم writtenbyishaaa
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THE EYES THAT HOLD بقلم Healing_lotus_
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♤ This story is not for the faint of the hearts. It is a psychological, horror and thriller story so read at your own risk. ♤ VEDA TRIVEDI - A simple 20 year old girl who is trapped and isolated in a strange place, remembers nothing and is no less than a sloppy toddler that just started to walk. Veda is terrified, hopeful and morbidly curious. What is her story ? What is happening? Is she just a normal girl or is she something....darker ? Who is she ? This story is from the female lead's viewpoint or from the third person view - because she lives it and you ? you are only here to watch - NOT help, but to watch and perhaps even be sucked in by the whirlwind that is this whole blackhole. This is a story, of a girl trapped and forgotten yet free and remembered, of a girl broken and scared yet hopeful and curious, of a girl left and thrown aside yet loved and cradled in equal measure. This story is one that will make your head hurt, it will make you think, it will make you live what Veda is living. So dive in and give it a shot. Veda is waiting for your warmth in her cold world and perhaps someone else awaits alongside her....watching...not her. But you, always you. Welcome to 'THE EYES THAT HOLD' ♡
3 Days بقلم FMClements
FMClements
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3 Days SF Thriller For struggling filmmaker Andie McKenna, life could be better. Her fledgling film company is on the rocks. She's seventy-two hours away from being kicked out of her rent-by-the-week shoe box of an apartment in the dodgiest part of San Francisco, and her marriage is on life support. And if things couldn't get worse, she receives a cryptic telegram from the Mexican orphanage where she grew up: "Come quick, your father is dying." Interesting, since she's an orphan. Andie rushes to the orphanage where she grew up to find Father Pakal Ramirez, the priest who raised her, alive and well. He's going into the jungle after a lethal parasite, and he wants to see her one last time in case he doesn't return. When Andie is accidentally exposed to the parasite, Pakal draws her blood and gives her an anti-parasitic. She reacts to the medication and passes out. When she wakes, Pakal is gone. Furious beyond words, Andie returns to San Francisco to find the Bay Area plunged into chaos. Something fell from the sky and crashed north of the Golden Gate Bridge. Something not made by humans. And then there's the frozen, long-forgotten vial of blood, padlocked in a metal box and buried in the orphanage's freezer. Blood that will impact Andie's life irrevocably and shatter the illusion that we are alone in the universe.
𝕹𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖌𝖔𝖑𝖉𝖊𝖓 (𝕾𝖈𝖗𝖊𝖊𝖓𝖕𝖑𝖆𝖞) بقلم LadyMaryAverman
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How young is too young to be crowned a King? When sixteen-year-old Tybalt is burdened by kingship while still a child, he must convince his subjects that he's strong enough to wear the crown or risk the whole town of Nevergolden, demanding his blood. His friends struggle to accept him in his new role. His subjects do not want him as their leader. He's just too young in their eyes. With his sister forced to marry a teenage Lord from another town who she hates, will Tybalt cope with the struggles of Kingship or will the weight of the crown be too heavy to carry? [Thanks to JABrownOfficial for helping me with the blurb!] {Anyway, while this is a work of historical fiction, it's a screenplay. The episodes I wrote are thirteen and this is the first one (the pilot). I also added some pics and gifs of the characters! Unfortunately, their clothes in the photos and gifs don't quite match the descriptions, but I still want you to see the characters as I imagined them} <<Ps. English is not my native language. If you want to help me to improve the grammar, we can talk about it on discord>> Copyrights: All the copyrights belong to me, except for the pictures and gifs that are taken from movies, TV shows and other websites. The pictures and gifs are taken from: - Miracle workers - Merlin - Bridgerton - Anne with an "E" - Hwarang: The poet warrior youth - Pride and prejudice (starring Colin Firth) - The Serpent Queen - Outlander - Getty Images - Reign - Game of thrones - Once Upon a Time - Peaky Blinders - Gifs from Reface-app - The Green Knight - House of the Dragon
Phantom Bonds ~ Unfortunate addiction بقلم Inked_DevilVerse
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𝐏𝐭.𝟏 𝐨𝐟 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝟏 𝐨𝐟 𝐕𝐒 𝐂𝐨𝐬𝐦𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 ⋆₊˚༺𖦹❖𖦹༻ ˚₊⋆ Silence surrounded me, as if this place existed outside of time itself. No sound at all except for my own heartbeat, pounding in my ears. A single step onto that path could mean death. I stood still at the threshold, my hands gripping the rough, weathered stone of the open doors. I didn't step forward. And then; A whisper. Low. Soft. Almost- 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨. "प्रिया हृदयेश्वरी... वे आप हमारे साथ आएगी ना? विक्रमात्मिका, मेरा समिक्षा |" ("Beloved Hridayeshwari [Heart's Queen/ Heart's Goddess].... won't you come with me? Vikram ātmikā [Vikram's soul/essence/embodiment], My Samiksha.") The voice slid through the air, curling around my name with an unsettling familiarity. It was neither a demand nor a question. It simply... was. My heart pounded. My breath caught. Who was it? I turned my head sharply to the right. No one. Swallowing, I turned to the left; And there he stood. A figure, towering at least a feet above me. Gazing at me with those unreadable-Amber eyes. I gasped. And then I woke up. Gasping. Soaked in sweat. As if I had truly been there; lived it, breathed it, barely survived it. "Samiksha...", A voice - real - behind me. I turned. Vikram Rao Nandan. My alliance husband. Sat there... eyes the same burning, intense, but this time they burned like the ones in my dream. Before I could speak, he did. And his voice was different. Final. Like a verdict. "You and I are always meant to be, my beloved. Even if I have to hunt you down from the ends of the world... even from the depths of darkness itself. We belong together. 𝐕𝐢𝐤𝐫𝐚𝐦 & his 𝐒𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐤𝐬𝐡𝐚- 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳."