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Beneath The Emblem  by whoreforredflags
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There is a kind of silence that comes just before thunder-heavy, suffocating. That was the silence in Sahastra Tripathi's heart. He had walked away from privilege and power-for love. For Sparshika. But she wasn't Sparshika. She was Urvi. And everything he had abandoned was now burning behind him. "What happened, Urvi? Did you forget your name or think I was a fool?" "I... I was going to tell you-" Two strides. He grabbed her hair. CRACK! Her head slammed into the kitchen counter. Plates shattered. She cried out, collapsing, blood gushing from her forehead. "Sahastra ji!" she whimpered. He yanked her back up. SLAP! Her cheek snapped sideways. She fell again, lip split open. "Please don't hit me..." He pressed his shoe on her cheek, grinding it into the marble. "You lied to me. Your name, your past-everything was a lie." "No... I love you!" He crouched, grabbed her face. His eyes burned. "My father was on the brink of death... because of you." She blinked, stunned. "What?" "Still pretending?" SLAP! She hit the floor again. "I really don't know..." He didn't let her finish. He lifted her, threw her over his shoulder, stormed into the bedroom and threw her onto the bed. His belt came off. He tied her wrists to the bedposts-tight, ruthless. He crouched again, jaw clenched. "Because of you, my father is in this condition." "You gave away his location, didn't you?" "But too bad... he survived." "But now he can't walk. And neither will you." He grabbed her foot-twisted. CRACK! She screamed. He smiled darkly. "Don't stop screaming. Your pain soothes me." He grabbed her other foot. Twisted-slow, calculated. Stopped just before the break. "I could break it... but not yet." "I'll break you. And your legs. Slowly." He stood, breath ragged. Eyes hollow. "Just like my father can't walk... you never will." He turned, slammed the door. Urvi lay tied, broken, bleeding. She could no longer tell what hurt more-her body, or her heart.
The story that never end  by _Jay128_79
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A girl name jay just moved to a new house after her accident. A new life but with lots of questions as she loss her latest 2 years memories. Join her new school and meeting a boy who seems known but still unknown. It is a normal accident and meet up or something different...........
πŸ’–Too Long To WaitπŸ’– by SpruhaBanarase0
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--- They say time heals everything. But what if time only makes the silence louder? What if the years stretch on, and the person you're waiting for never looks back? *Too Long To Wait* is a story of two souls, once inseparable, now strangers divided by fate, distance, and unspoken words. It's about the pain of loving someone who's no longer yours-and the quiet hope that maybe... just maybe... they still remember. She moved on-or at least pretended to. He stayed back-or maybe he just never found the courage to return. But life has a strange way of bringing unfinished stories back to the surface. And when the past comes knocking, will they finally face what they ran from? Or has too much time passed? A story about love that lingers, moments that haunt, and the choices that shape us. Because sometimes... love isn't lost. It's just *Too Long To Wait*. ---
Cursed by destiny  by crimsonxrosee
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A tale of love , betrayal and the cruel games fate play Some love stories are written in the stars ⭐✨,but not meant to be last When love became destiny's crulest curse Her heart choose love but fate choose pain ❀️
π–π‡πˆπ’ππ„π‘ πŽπ… πƒπ„π’π“πˆππ˜ by WhiteBird32
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