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Maahi Sehgal × Kabir Khan "Tum type kyu kr raho ho??bol nhi sakte kya?"She said in a mocking tone but the guy again smiled. To her surprise he nodded in agreement with her statement which made her feel bad. "Tum bol nhi sakte?"She whispered and he nodded his head at that. __________________________ "What are we Maahi?"He signed as he questioned her the thing he was having a doubt about. What were they? Maahi stared at him with a blank face,not understanding why he was asking this so suddenly. "Mein tumhare calls nhi utha raha tha toh tum yaha tak aa gayi bina waqt ki parwah kiye,what does this make us"He asked in sign language wanting an answer from her because his mind was blocked right now. "We are friends"She said slowly as if not sure what she was saying was correct. Kabir looked at her and then nodded his head at her words. She said it,they were friends,he doesn't needs to think otherwise now. _____________________________ "Maahi"Nargis Chachi said and I nodded my head at that. "Mashallah naam toh bht pyaara h"Mehek chachi said. "Sirf naam se kisi ke baare mein pata nhi chal jaata"Dadijaan said and I sighed. I know it is going to be difficult to convince her. "Woh bht acchi ladki h Dadijaan"I signed and she just stared at me and didn't say anything. "Ladki kya krti h??"Nargis Chachi asked when nobody said anything. "Apne parivaar ka karobaar sambhalti h"I signed and Dadijaan raised her eyebrows hearing that. "Kaam krne wali ladki h?"Dadijaan asked and I nodded my head at that. "Aur woh musalmaan nhi h,Hindu h"I signed and waited for the dam to brake now. Dadijaan had her hand to her mouth now as if this has surprised her beyond wits.All the ladies were shocked and so were the gents this time. _______________________________ Join Kabir and Maahi on their journey from being strangers to passionate lovers and eventually a married couple. Be with them to know their journey and the difficulties they faced during this.

𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐚𝐝𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐟𝐮𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥.

No wonder she was so pale, every amount of darkness she possessed was in her mind. *****

OK, so, Sera’s real parents were evil vicious people working for hunters in order to kill the world and all of humankind in the process, and of course, now she was sitting in a dirty cell with nine other people who would be happy to kill the world, and Jason was no where in sight. Things, couldn’t be worse. She could’ve been shot by an archer, or killed by Malcolm the doctor. Her body couldn’t killed her off because of the change conflicting her system. Ultimately, death was probably the worse option. She needed to be positive, because she was pretty sure if she didn’t think there was a rainbow or knight in shining armor somewhere close by she would lose her mind. Sera Skye is a girl who loves cars, when her family moves the small town of Marrsell Bay, she finds herself in possession of an old car, which becomes her latest obsession. Then 1967 Chevvy Impala is the only thing she loves, until she meets Jason Creek. He is soft and sweet, but a temper that is hard to control taunts him as well. Without warning, the two suddenly share their whole lives together. From History to their joint job of repairing cars at the local garage, and she’s enjoying his company, when he suddenly becomes a little more interested in her, she can’t explain why. She’s about to find out that he’s not only soft and sweet, but hiding the biggest secret anyone could possibly hide, and she’s about to be launched head first into a world she never thought existed.

The following are a collection of short horror stories written by ME. I've been inspired by CreepyPastas and Urban Legends to write these unsettling tales and I am happy to share them with you. Monsters watching you sleep, psychos wanting to skin you alive, demons driving you insane, phenomenons you cannot explain- Situations keeping you up at night, twists making your jaw drop, stories making you want to read more. Welcome to my World of Terror, remember once you walk in there's no going back. If you love it please vote and comment. Note: Some of these stories I'm planning on making REAL CreepyPastas, I'm making this because I don't want individual short stories everywhere. Copyright

A prince with the eyes of the green forest. I though he was only a story. But all those stories my mother used to tell me. They are all real. And I just so happen to be at the centre of it.

Imagine being the girl, the one who is looked down upon as a monster.Everyones eyes are on you, watching. Waiting for you to slip up and prove them right. This is what Calypso Ellington lives through every day, just because on her birthday instead of rejoicing another year of age, she mourns her mother's death. In the eyes of the pack, she killed her mother in child birth. The Elders of the village place her in training to be a future protector, since a very young age. Their reasons for this unknown. But when Calypso finally feels she belongs somewhere and a small spark of love is ignited, people start to go missing. When war breaks out and alliances are tested, secrets held for decades come forth. Even one that changes Calypso's life entirely, and leaves her wondering where her trust lies. She has no choice but to rely on love more than ever. In the end though, who will triumph? And who will survive? A heart pounding story set in the sixteen hundreds, with a spike of a young romance. And the bone chilling ending, you will never see coming...

Jocelyn Flores was a model and a very close friend of XXXTentacion, who suffered from severe depression, anxiety, and committed suicide in Florida for a photo shoot.

about the journey of old woman

An ancient burial is unearthed, revealing a skull pinned to the earth by an iron nail - a seal meant to keep something trapped. When the nail is removed, the dead stir once more, and the archaeologist who disturbed the grave vanishes, leaving only a handprint clawing toward the surface.

This is poem I wrote after my grandpa passed away. the feeling and memory of him is always cherished within me. I hope all the people who love their guardians and parents can relate.

Thoughts of a random girl rhymed up for the fools who dream...

A pair of ancient skeletons are unearthed in a shallow grave, but nighttime reveals their burial site is alive-dragging anyone who disturbs it underground to join them in suffocating silence.

"It matters not how strait the gate how charged with punishments the scroll I am the master of my fate I am the captain of my soul." "My name is Aaron Williams. I do hope we could have met under different circumstances, but as it is I welcome you to my home. To whom do I have the pleasure of speaking?" The girl stared at him for what might have been a full minute. "Your home? This… cave is your home?" Aaron frowned, straightening. "Cave? I'll have you know this is a fine crypt, young lady. Very fine indeed. You probably don't care about all the minutiae of its expensive construction, but—" "Crypt?" she repeated, horrified. "We're in a crypt?" "Did you know that repeating things is considered a sign of lack of intelligence?" "Williams…" she mused, her eyes darting around. "I know that name. Williams. Williams… oh. Oh God."

So what happens when you cross three normal guys who want it all, A girl who's too hot for her own good, A curse that brings her back, A vampire league out to kill her, and four vampires out to save her. TROUBLE! Mika James didn't expect her life to change. She just wanted to have fun. Until three guys sacrificed her so they could rise to fame and glory. Now she's back with a curse craving blood and flesh. After feeding, she becomes incredibly irresistable that makes everyone just want to stop and stare. Mika however uses her new found gifts and wans to get revenge.The Vampire league thinks fellow vampires are out killing uncontrollably again, but doesn't realize it's really Mika. Will this mess continue or finally end once Mika gets her revenge.

My sole wish is for you to be happy.

#1 in the figure of speech #2 In the peace of mind #4 in elegy #8 in rest This is a collection of elegies, filled with words of grief, sadness, and loss. Elegy poems are full of mourning, but this would heal with lines of memories and self-courage. This anthology is dedicated to that one, whom we love and have lost as our memories and experiences ripen.