Abhor Stories

Y/N never expected a small opportunity with the Amritsar Soormas to change anything about her life. At nineteen, she's a college student, a growing content creator, and a girl who can somehow become friends with everyone she meets. Everyone except the one person she can't seem to stop thinking about. Abhishek Sharma. Twenty-six, focused, ambitious, and completely uninterested in becoming the subject of a nineteen-year-old girl's ridiculous crush. He knows the age gap is too much. She knows he's said no. But Y/N has never been very good at giving up-or keeping her mouth shut. What begins with a celebrity crush, playful teasing, and unexpected friendship slowly turns into something neither of them planned for. Because sometimes, the line between a harmless crush and something real isn't as clear as it seems. Abhisheksharma x reader

i write , they see they see, they ignore they ignore, they think i will write no more my thoughts, my words my words, they abhor they abhor, they think that i will write no more they see the skin the skin, they adore the heart beneath they see no more why do the fake, just to show one day we all, have to go let right path, all choose to serve respect and love the best, that deserve let them ignore, let them abhor let them see me one day soar because i will never give up i will write for sure....

"Goodbye is only truly painful if you know you'll never say hello again!" ~Anonymous

Two conjoining poems, contradicting one another Written before and after I received a message, just ten minutes apart.

𝘍𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘥. 𝘐 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 𝘐 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘶𝘴. * Some things are too heavy for a body this young. Some truths too sharp for a tongue still learning to speak. This is for those who have ever clenched their jaw instead of crying. This is for the ones who bled but were never believed. This is for you - if you've ever carried something too heavy for your age. Read with caution, rage, reverence, and maybe... relief. Not all battles are fought with swords. Some are written - word by word, breath by breath. I hear you. I'm proud of you. I'm here for you.

love-lost poems!

ab•hor /ab'hôr,əbˈhôr/ Verb formal regard with disgust and hatred. synonyms: detest, hate, loathe, despise, execrate, regard with disgust, shrink from, recoil from, shudder at antonyms: love, admire You know, life's a funny thing. People come and go. Blatantly saying you 'hate' someone is against society, but people never care about the other words that could be hiding deep down. In my mind, there's two words that fit together perfectly, abhor and Luke.

In the small, sleepy town of Ravenswood, an old, decaying mansion stands on the outskirts, shrouded in mystery and fear. When several townspeople go missing, curious and brave Lila, along with her skeptical friend Ethan, decide to investigate the eerie house despite its ominous reputation.

I despise them, with utter disgust. I just can't believe this, I'll die from hatred.

i'm looking at the mirror with a frown, i'm looking at the figure that's been dragging me down. start; 23rd august, 1:43 finish; 23rd august, 3:06 end; 26th august, 15:30

A compilation of rants in the form of rhyming symphonies. They are both in Spanish and English.