After eleven years together and seven years of marriage, Charlotte Austin believed her life was built on something permanent. Routine. Devotion. The quiet certainty of shared breath beneath the same roof. At thirty-one, the renowned photographer thought she understood how marriages survived. She believed stability came from endurance, from learning how to hold the fragile structure of a life together. She was wrong. When her wife, Engfa Waraha-a thirty-four-year-old trauma surgeon-begins to change, the shift is so subtle Charlotte cannot name it at first. There is no argument. No confession. No moment where something clearly breaks. Just distance. Conversations shorten. Glances become unreadable. The warmth that once defined their home recedes into a silence that grows heavier with every passing day. Engfa offers no explanation. And Charlotte, who has built a career capturing the delicate moment before something collapses, finds herself standing inside one she cannot understand. Because the most unsettling fractures are not the ones that shatter loudly. They are the ones that form quietly-between unfinished sentences, avoided questions, and the slow realization that the person beside you may already be somewhere else. As doubt settles into the spaces their love once occupied, Charlotte begins to question everything she thought she knew about loyalty, trust, and the quiet promises people make when they believe a life together is permanent. What she does not yet realize is that some truths in a marriage do not arrive as revelations. They exist long before anyone is willing to admit them. And sometimes the real damage is not what one person hides, but what the other refuses to see. ⚠️ Content Warning: This story contains GP/Intersex themes, a slow-burn storyline, heavy angst, and infidelity. Please feel free to skip it if you're not comfortable with these themes.

Engfa Waraha nasceu cercada por vinhedos. Aprendeu desde cedo que o vinho é feito de tempo, pressão e paciência. Que algumas coisas precisam amadurecer lentamente pra revelar seu verdadeiro sabor. Então ela leu um livro. Uma história perigosa sobre pecado, amor e escolhas impossíveis. E pela primeira vez, Engfa se viu nas páginas de alguém. Quando ela descobre quem escreveu aquela história, algo muda. Porque Charlotte Austin não é apenas a autora. Ela é um enigma. Entre olhares provocativos, jogos silenciosos e uma atração que cresce como vinho em barril antigo, Engfa percebe que algumas histórias não são sobre redenção. São sobre queda. E às vezes o céu perde uma deusa exatamente no momento em que o inferno abre as portas.

Entre destinos marcados e voos que não constam nos mapas, duas mulheres se cruzam onde o céu toca o silêncio. Engfa Waraha - cantora tailandesa, ícone nacional e figura pública impecável - vive cercada por holofotes, mas esconde no íntimo o peso de nunca pousar em lugar algum. Charlotte Austin - comissária de bordo exemplar, fria, elegante e disciplinada - domina cada protocolo como quem constrói muros internos. Quando um bilhete é deixado discretamente sob um copo de plástico em um voo de primeira classe, nenhuma das duas sabe que aquele gesto inocente abriria uma turbulência emocional silenciosa e irreversível. Agora, com Engfa recém-anunciada como embaixadora da Emirates e Charlotte designada para uma missão confidencial, suas rotas se cruzam novamente - mas o reencontro, se vier, carregará o peso do não-dito, da disciplina contra o desejo, do acaso vestido de destino. É uma história sobre o que se vê nas entrelinhas, o que se sente no espaço entre as palavras, e o que ainda pode acontecer quando ninguém mais está olhando.

Love has a way of finding us when we least expect it, weaving its tender threads through the tapestry of our lives, leaving us awestruck by its serendipitous embrace. based on a movie.

Quando você menos espera aquela que você dizia ser o amor da sua vida volta, e dessa vez ela não vai estar sozinha. A vida seria mais fácil para Engfa na adolescência se não fosse o término horrível com Charlotte Austin que ela não sabia exatamente o porque aconteceu, apenas que aconteceu e faria de tudo para voltar ao passado só para concertar, mas e se o passado te encontrar quando você menos espera.

She was her best friend's little sister. She was supposed to watch out for her, not sleep with her. (converted story, also G!P) [20|10|2023] #1 engfa [22|10|2023] #5 englot

Charlotte's father has cancer and the Austin's are in need of money for his medical treatments. So Charlotte pays a visit to an old family friend, Engfa, and asks for a loan. Engfa offers to pay all the expenses of her fathers sickness and even more, all in one condition, that she marries her. Trigger warning: this story is 18+ read it for your own risk. This story also contains G!P Engfa credits to the owner.

Charlotte Austin's life was built on a foundation of success: a thriving career, a devoted girlfriend, and a grandmother who was her only remaining family - until she wasn't. When her grandmother's health fades, a forgotten promise resurfaces - one made long before Charlotte could grasp the weight of true commitment. A vow that binds her to the last person Charlotte would ever trust - and the very person she's spent her life avoiding. Engfa Waraha. The self-centered player from Charlotte's past. The tormentor who turned Charlotte's life into a battleground. The feeling was mutual. Charlotte saw Engfa as a superficial ideal - the last person who could ever understand the meaning of loyalty - and Engfa saw Charlotte as nothing more than the fake girl, the embodiment of everything she despised. But fate, it seems, has a way of turning everything upside down. In a single, fateful moment, everything they thought they knew about themselves and their futures shatters. Now bound by a promise neither of them fully understands, they're caught in an unavoidable web of secrets, betrayal, and a connection they can't escape. It all begins with a bitter vow - and neither of them could have anticipated where it would lead. ***** 🚫⚠️This story contains strong language, explicit sexual content, slow-burn romance, and heavy angst. If these themes aren't for you, please proceed with caution or skip this story. Read at your own risk. ☺ This story will not be translated or converted into any other story. I never gave permission for that. This is purely fanfiction, but the plot is original: MINE. However, I do not own the characters or the name.

Engfa isn't the kind of person you'd call a hopeless romantic. Sure, she's secretly in love with her friend, but she'd never admit it--let alone make a wish about it, especially not on something as cliché as a wishing star. She'd rather eat molten rock than be caught doing that. But one fateful, alcohol-fueled night, Engfa finds herself staring at a shooting star through her hazy stupor. Against her better judgment, she figures...why not? It's not like she has anything to lose (except maybe her pride and her hard-earned reputation as the ultimate hater of wishing stars). So, with slurred words and the unmistakable scent of booze on her breath, she makes a wish.

O que fazer quando a mulher por quem você está (não tão secretamente) apaixonada parece não perceber todas as suas investidas? Engfa é uma famosa cantora que está afastada dos palcos focando suas energias em sua marca de roupa que cresce cada vez mais, enquanto Charlotte é uma atriz que vem fazendo seu nome na indústria do entretenimento e que conquistou o público tão rápido quanto conquistou o coração de uma certa cantora. Agora mais decidida do que nunca, Engfa abre o jogo com Charlotte e óbvio que teremos o resultado esperado: tentativas frustradas, fãs loucos, entrevistas inconvenientes, sonhos molhados e muitos momentos fofos, mais um dia normal para Englot.