Hindsight Stories

'Would you love me if I were a star?' He asked me while I was busy supplying oxygen to my mother. The world around us was collapsing. I looked at him. In that dying environment, calm rested on his face with a hint of sadness that was destroying him inside. Or maybe outside too. 'Matlab?' He only smiled. -------- And now standin beneath that red star, all I feel is helplessness. 'Kaash mai aapko rok paata..' No guidance. No shoulder. 'Aap waaha se mujhe dekh paate ho, aur mai iss star ko dekhta rehta hu. Unfair, right?' Har jeet adhuri lagti hai, Jab taaliya bajane wala saath na ho. -------- Continuation of Baalveer Returns from ep. 355

The forest was not quiet that night. The wind carried whispers of drums and wedding bells, of silk dragging against the earth as Roohi ran. Her bridal jewelry clinked with every desperate step, her veil a torn banner of rebellion fluttering behind her. She didn't dare look back. If she did, she might hear her stepmother's voice, sharp as a knife, reminding her of duty, reminding her of chains. Her lungs burned. Her feet ached. But still she ran - because anything was better than a marriage forced upon her. Anything was better than belonging to someone she did not choose. And then... the shadows moved. He stepped out from the darkness like he had always been there, waiting. Tall, dangerous, eyes glinting under the pale moonlight - a man the world whispered about in fear. Ishaan. For one heartbeat, she froze. Had she escaped one danger only to fall into another? But his gaze held no threat. Only... devotion. Fierce. Unwavering. As though the sight of her, broken and breathless in bridal red, was something holy. He didn't speak. He only shrugged off his jacket, draping it around her trembling shoulders, and for the first time that night, Roohi's heart stopped running. Ishaan watched her. The world had always called him ruthless, bloodstained, untouchable. But as he saw her veil slip, her eyes wide with fear and defiance, something in him shifted. She wasn't just a runaway bride. She was a prayer he never knew he'd whispered. He told her nothing that night. Not of the storm she had awakened in him. Not of the vow that took root in his chest. But as she shivered under his jacket, Ishaan knew one truth with the kind of certainty men kill for- From this moment on, she was his to protect. His to worship. His.

In hindsight, wouldn't you have expected it?

Another sad poem/song.

Story: Gojira -1.0 (2023) In postwar Japan, a new terror rises. Will the devastated people be able to survive... let alone fight back? Downlode Link👇 https://tinyurl.com/24o3nrd6

Before she knew Alex, all Lily Ward had to call a friend was her teddy bear, Theo. Having been with Lily through everything her life has thrown at her, this faithful companion has a unique perspective on the girl he loves. Told from Theo's perspective, this little bear wants to share some of his stories about the girl everyone thinks they know. This is a prequel to "How Our Garden Grows" and "Dandelion". (I'm still no good at summaries)

जब तितलियों से प्रेम हो जाए, तो प्रेमी अपने लिए रंग-बिरंगा बगीचा सजाने लगता है| यह कहानी है एक ऐसे एहसास की, जिसके होने से जीवन का हर एक पल खुशनुमा लगता है|

A street dog who saved a family from evil spirits and sacrificed himself for the sake of the family.

- Lumine was never the girl who rudely barges in on a white veil occasion -

Welcome to जज़्बातों का दरिया, a collection where each poem draws inspiration from the heart of nature and the bonds we hold dear. From the gentle warmth of morning light to the solace of evening, and the connections that shape us, each verse is a tribute to the emotions we share with the world and one another. 😊

a random thought i had after reading hindsight by lumiechi (this is like a skit)

Hanabusa have hindsight and foresight, he avoid being touched by everyone and everything even wears gloves. He cope with animals well and is loved by every animal especially birds and cats.

A few words describing one of the many times my dad has unwittingly said something so insightful that it has shaped the way I perceive my life and the world around me :)

The outcome of processing through a love b*mbing situationship that had me in a true Ch*kehold.

Xenysis was just like you or me: a fan of a popular series. When he finds himself flat against a cold hard ground, though, he finds himself surounded by familiar figures, in a familiar scene.