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His endurance: her unwanted husband by Ritika_dixit4
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What happens when the one you love leaves when you need them most... only to return and destroy your world all over again? Sab khtm ho chuka hai," she said, her voice dropping to a cold, definitive whisper. "Kuch khtm nhi hua hai... mai Zinda hu," he countered instantly, his voice dripping with an unyielding, desperate certainty. "Or meri sansen sirf tumhare liye chlti hai aj bhi. Jis din band ho jayengi, us din sb khtm ho jayega." ..💫💫 "I don't even want to breathe the same air as yours," Vritika said, her eyes burning with pure hate. "And I can't breathe if you are not near me," Nisarg whispered, his voice dangerously low. ...🫀🌙 Vritika kushik has always lived a life bound by strict rules and crushing family pressure. Forced to conform to her parents' harsh expectations-from the clothes she wears to the friends she keeps-her existence feels less like a life and more like a tragic story. When the only boy she ever loved suddenly vanished, she was left feeling broken, unloved, and deeply insecure. To the world, Nisarg Sharma is a tall, strikingly handsome stranger with sharp features and a cold demeanor. To Vritika, he is the man who played with her feelings and shattered her soul. But Nisarg's cold exterior hides a lifetime of childhood trauma, caught between suffocating responsibilities and endless taunts. He has always deeply craved someone who could show him a sliver of genuine care or basic humanity. Now, he is back in her life. But he isn't here to heal old wounds-he is here to make her his for forever, bringing a storm of unending hatred and unspoken secrets. 🫀🦋 Dive into their past and uncover the hidden truths behind those unforgettable glances, and find out if their broken history will destroy them, or finally set them free
Margins of Tomorrow by stories_by_ashika
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This story is an emotional and exciting thriller with lots of hidden secrets and untold truths uncovered in an old book in a school's library. The story outlines the simple life of a quiet girl, Risha, who loves to relax in her school library between classes and breaks. She finds an old book in her school's library and BOOM! Her life gets full of unpredictable things and chaos.
Gauri :- The Pride Of Suryagarh 🪷 by moo_nlitpoetry
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His name was engraved in my heart and soul since I saw him and hear about his bravery but being a commoner it was prohibited for me to think of the king that too a married one with a baby boy but, everything changed the moment he summoned me in his chamber I was surprised at my destiny that it gave me something out of my league but at the cost of.... what was the cost ? how a commoner became the pride of suryagarh?? To know, read the story 🪷
Abhiranika ~ The Withered Princess  by destinywriterr
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I was in love with a man I knew nothing about. Until I was wedded to the one I was destined for. I thought it would be easy to forget him and move on with my life. I was ready to give it a chance. He had broken my heart, after all. But things don't always go the way you want, do they? Everything changed when I stepped into this marriage and realized it needed me more than I needed it. I had a huge family. A whole line of brothers-in-law and a grumpy sister-in-law, who was also once my best friend. I did as I was told. I didn't even give it a thought, how drastically my life was about to change because of this decision. Love doesn't always bloom roses in your garden. Sometimes, it leaves behind dead trees that never bloom, no matter how many springs come and go. I was that tree. My husband was everything a woman could ask for. I don't know if he hated me or not... but I was certain I couldn't give him the true love he deserved. Every time I think of it, I realize I am just a withered Princess. No matter how many roses my husband blooms for me, I will always be crushed beneath the weight of my past and mistakes. As always, I found myself standing by the window, feeling the cold air kiss my cheeks while my husband slept on the bed behind me. I rubbed my arms to warm myself. The moon was pretty.