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The silk of the robe slipped completely off my shoulder, pooling at my waist as Sarim's heavy gaze tracked its descent. "You shouldn't be looking at me like that, Sarim sir," I breathed, my heart hammering frantically against my ribs. I tried to step back, but the back of my thighs hit the edge of his mattress, trapping me. "I told you never to call me that in this house, Irha," he growled, closing the remaining distance until the heat of his bare chest pressed directly against mine. The friction of his starched shirt against my skin made my breath hitch.Before I could speak, his large hands clamped firmly onto my waist, his fingers digging deep into the soft curve of my hips. He lifted me effortlessly, settling me onto the edge of the bed so we were eye-to-eye. He stepped between my thighs, his solid weight pinning me to the mattress as his hands slid slowly upward past my waist, mapping the curve of my ribs, until his palms rested flat against my racing chest, feeling the wild thud of my heartbeat. "Out there, I am your teacher," he murmured, his hands sliding back down to grip my thighs, pulling me flush against his hard frame. His lips traced an agonizingly slow, burning path down my neck. "But in this room, behind locked doors... you are my wife. And I am tired of pretending I don't want to ruin you." Irha Fatima's life has been marked by silence, pain, and survival, a fragile soul carrying scars no one ever saw. Sarim Waleed, her teacher, carries storms of guilt and unspoken care, torn between duty and desire. Their worlds collide in secrecy, where his protective gestures - a phone, clothes, freedom - become lifelines, and her whispered "Sir" reveals both gratitude and vulnerability. Together they walk the thin line between forbidden love and fragile healing, bound by trust, guilt, and an unbreakable pull toward each other. #ForbiddenLove #DarkRomance #EmotionalHealing #RomanticDrama #BrokenButLoved #HealingThroughLove #IrhaFatima

"ʸᵒᵘ ᵗʳʸ ᵗᵒ ᶠⁱⁿᵈ ʸᵒᵘʳ ʷᵃʸ ᵒᵘᵗ ᵇᵘᵗ, ʸᵒᵘʳ ˢᵗᵘᶜᵏ ʰᵉʳᵉ ᵈᵃʸ ᵃᶠᵗᵉʳ ᵈᵃʸ. " -█▓▒▒░░░OR3O░░░▒▒▓█ 𝘼 18 𝙮𝙚𝙖𝙧 𝙤𝙡𝙙 𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡 𝙠𝙞𝙙𝙣𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙙? 𝙒𝙚𝙡𝙡, 𝙣𝙤. 𝙈𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙥𝙪𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙 𝙤𝙛 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙝 𝙞𝙢𝙖𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣. ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏɴ ᴡᴀꜱ 13, ꜱʜᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇᴅ ᴍʜᴀ. ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴡʀᴏᴛᴇ ꜰᴀɴꜰɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ʜᴇʀꜱᴇʟꜰ... ꜱʜᴇ ʜᴀᴅ ɴᴏ ɪᴅᴇᴀ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ꜱɪᴅᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴄʀᴇᴇɴ ᴡᴀꜱ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀ ʙᴀᴄᴋ, ʟᴏᴠɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀ ᴛᴏᴏ.. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘸, 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦, B̶̨̛̺̤̱̾̀́̋̔̆̏̎͘͘u̷̬̩̰̫͕̘͎̔́̃̄̍͋̓t̸̫̫̤͕̳̻̰̣̭́̌̉͝ͅ t̸̫̫̤͕̳̻̰̣̭́̌̉͝ͅḥ̸̨̧̗̮̖̽̂̓̀̍̋͋́̅̃͘͜͝ë̸͓̮͉͈͇͍̖͎̩̞͈͇͉̬́́́̋̇̾͋̈́̾͆͑̆ͫ̈́͋̉͘͘͜͠͝ͅy̬̣ͦ̇͊̔ ǹ̷̨͍̮̥̹̘͙̗̻̬̬̜̥̮̃̒̈́̽͗̿̍̄̂̏͆͠͝ë̸͓̮͉͈͇͍̖͎̩̞͈́́́̋̇̾͋̈́̾͆͑͘͘͜͠͝ṽ̵͇̟̺̣͓̰̭̲̼̻̪̩̰͒̓̿̄̾̔̊͝ͅë̸͓̮͉͈͇͍̖͎̩̞͈́́́̋̇̾͋̈́̾͆͑͘͘͜͠͝r̵̡͕͈͚͍͍̼͕̍̀̈́̽̎̍͗̍́̏̚͜͠ s̴̹̀̎̇͗̍͗̾̋̏̈͐͒̕͠͠ͅt̸̫̫̤͕̳̻̰̣̭́̌̉͝ͅŏ̸̡̼̺̫̥̻͈̞̍͆̏̓́͜͝ͅp̴̩͙̺̩͓̣͈͖̎ͅp̴̩͙̺̩͓̣͈͖̎ͅë̸͓̮͉͈͇͍̖͎̩̞͈́́́̋̇̾͋̈́̾͆͑͘͘͜͠͝d̶̡̲̗̼̮̤̤̳̲͖̓̎̽́̽̏̐͂̆͆͘͘͘ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ (Used to be called Taken) Yan! Bnha x Irl Reader Enjoy. (It looks weird because I don't have the fonts no more.)

ကဗျာကို ပြန်ယူသုံးလိုပါက crdပေးကြပါရန်

a girl who has one little sister who gets everything that he have

"I was not a monster.. darling..~" "They made me one~" _ -Spiryt. _

This is a lore book for my OCs because why not. And they're all connected in a way too.

All of my roblox drawing (or rather all I finished) in one book. I made them for fun or because someone asked me to do one. Don't steal them or I will find you👿 All rights of the drawings go to me, character inspiration goes to roblox

" This story is about a girl who forgot about her real self who is she?, What she have done to be treated like this . she never wanted this miserable life,she is finding love , peace and comfort but never get anything rather than pain,and sufferings . She didn't know something is wrong with her mental health " While on the other hand " A boy who is a mafia 's son , a spoilt brat but he is also traumatized by his past but never showed his soft side to anyone " WHAT WILL HAPPEN WHEN THEY HAD FIRST ENCOUNTER WITH EACHOTHER? idk if anyone would like it or not but anyways enjoy 😁 sorry for bad English 🙏

Imagine yourself in a world where women get married at 14 to the man that the government decides. Imagine if you could only get three full years of schooling and you could not become a singer or dancer or actor/actress or whatever you wanted to be. Imagine after you get married, you could only have one child and if you have more than one, the youngest child dies. Terrible right? Well, that is the world Rayma Grace Johnson has to live in.

Jungkook - "i'll be your that nightmare which will make you wish for death babygirl " ( starts tearing her dress ) yn - you psycho, leave me ( between sobs and while covering her body with her arms )

*PLEASE READ* This is where your cover designs will be posted from my graphic shop, if the author decides to include my photos in their story I will delete the image so it will not be copied by others. (Further details in the story)

Fanart for authors?

Mira, the quiet owner of a small bookshop steeped in poetry, spends her days among verses and margins filled with longing. One evening, she meets Elijah-a gentle soul with soft, starlit eyes, who speaks of constellations as if they were poems written across the sky. Between whispered lines of poetry and shared wonder for the stars, their connection unfolds naturally, hinting at a love story where words and galaxies meet. [P,S. DO NOT COPY my stories, all copies are originated from myself!]

My books from the same story ya know, they go on and on! And I want to share with you!

This story is finished, and volume 2 is coming out soon. Volume 2 is called 'Anny's hidden treasures'. This series of books will all be from a different person's perspective. Each book you are seeing the pov of someone else. Story by Røse.

Light flushed my vision and i saw a strange brown haired boy in my view and i looked around and he was the only one then i looked back at his troubled face " Im sorry but who are you and why am i here ?" And as the words left my lips his eyes watered up and he grabbed his phone then called someone and with a soft quivering voice he said " Shes awake "

We're unique and special in our own way, style and taste. I believe in a saying that said "There are always a bit of Madness in every creativity". But it's just that 'normal' people would disagree with that. And that scares us... what? we're scared about their disagreement? Oh, oh no... Its far from that... we could care less 'bout their opinion... we're scared of what they call 'normal'...

About; A collection of my own poetry, gathered from personal thoughts, feelings and experiences. There are mature themes mentioned such as mental health. Please do not copy, I do work hard with my work and will not accept any form of plagiarism. About the Poet; I'm an avid poet and author and often balance my drive for writing between the two. I have had my fair share with bad luck in life, mental health being one. Such topics I take to heart and try to help others the best I can. I've had experience in a variety of fields, as seen in my work.