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  • What Freedom Feels Like by allia_gail
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    Being abused by her father's new wife. Being left alone because they thought she's useless. She's just like a caged bird, never have the chance to be free. Slap after slap. Curse after curse. Day by day, her stepmother abused her everyday together with her father. Leading her having a trauma. Her father never helped her, he even accused her for killing her own mother. For her, her life was useless. Nobody cares for her, nobody wants someone like her. And one day, her father decided to marry her off to a wealthy man in exchange for a big sum of money. She can't do anything but to obey her father's command and move into her husbands' house. She did everything not to let her husband get mad, 'cause she's afraid of being beaten up again. Little did she know, that her husband loves her very much that he's even willing to do everything just to see those sweet smile of hers. Even if it means killing those people who made her life miserable. Because for him, 'without her by his side, is like a life with no direction.' And if happiness means freedom for her, he's willing to let her free and enjoy her life, even without him on it. That's how deep her love towards her is. _____________ Written in Taglish
  • "Till My Last Breath."  by TheIzzaEffect
    TheIzzaEffect
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    Prologue She pushed him away, knowing her time was running out. He burned with jealousy, believing her betrayal. Two hearts, madly in love, yet drowning in pain and misunderstandings. As truth unraveled, would love conquer fate, or was it already too late? #Romance #Emotional #Heartbreak #Jealousy #Love #Tragedy #Angst #Misunderstanding #Devotion #ClingyHusband #Lovesick
  • Chhoti Si Dulhan by cocomelonie432
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    Bihar, 1946 - As the winds of independence stir across a nation in flux, deep in the heartland, a different kind of tradition holds firm: child marriage. In a quiet village, Gulab Mishra, a spirited 9-year-old girl, is married off to Anirudh Singh, a 16-year-old heir of a wealthy zamindar family. The ceremony is a matter of duty and alliance for their families - but for Anirudh, something unexpected awakens. With a glance, with a smile, with the soft rustle of her anklets, he feels something stir within him - a tender, inexplicable affection for the little girl who now bears the title of his bride. When Gulab returns to her parental home after the wedding - as tradition demands - Anirudh finds himself restless, haunted by her presence in his memories. What begins as innocent attachment quietly blossoms into a deep emotional yearning as seasons pass. This is not a tale that glorifies child marriage, but one that tenderly explores the emotional nuances of a boy becoming a man while carrying the weight of a bond he barely understands. As Gulab grows into her own person and the world around them begins to change, their love matures too - rooted in patience, innocence, and time. "Chhoti Si Dulhan" is a delicate portrayal of longing, unspoken emotions, and the quiet beauty of a love that waits through the distance, through age, and through change.
  • My Girls, My Home by geet_author_
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    "They're not just her breasts. They're my peace, my joy, my therapy... my girls." Reyansh is a grown man. A husband. A businessman. But the moment he walks through the front door, he transforms into a boy who only wants one thing: Her breasts. To him, Ishita's body isn't just beauty-it's home. He talks to her nipples like friends. He stretches them like rubber toys. He plays games, rides them like motorcycle handles, and worships them like gods. And Ishita? She never says a word. She just watches. Smiles. And lets him love her in the most childlike, bizarre, and tender way. From milk delivery fantasies to nipple remote controls, From marker drawings to breast birthdays- this is not a story about lust. It's about comfort. A boyish man healing his deepest wounds in the softness of the woman he trusts the most. And two breasts that became his entire world.