Honour Stories

Left Right Left is an Indian television series that is all about 6 cadets joining the KMA .... And their ups and downs alongside with their faculty and guru ..... It had two seasons .... I'm taking both the seasons in consideration. .... But the main focus will be on Raina's love, their story and their bonds with others ..... What will happen if Rajveer and Naveen are sent as undercover officers on a secret mission and they get stuck behind enemy lines and are being subjected to torture ..... Or What will happen if Rajveer and Naveen return .... And Naveen is angry at Naina for shooting at Raj .... They meet four of the S6 .... But now nobody knows anything about Naina and Aalekh .... Also bits and parts of this are inspired from my favourite parts of other raina fanfictions along with the original show ..... So credit for those parts go to their respective writers .... I'm unable to name them as I do not remember the authors nor the story name .... It's just the tits and bits of them that were stuck in my mind .... Still a very big thankyou to all those authors for their lovely and inspiring work .....

𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲. 𝐈𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐬𝐞𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧. · · ─ ·𖥸· ─ · · فراق [firāq] separation, absence, departing 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡. 𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐝, 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡. 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐪 is a slow-burn tale of forbidden love, buried secrets, and dangerous silences. In a world ruled by family expectations and unspoken rules, it follows a girl who falls for someone she was never meant to love - while bound to someone she never chose. When the past begins to surface, loyalties fracture and hearts are forced into impossible choices. 𝙎𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙞𝙩𝙨 𝙦𝙪𝙞𝙚𝙩𝙡𝙮. 𝙎𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙧𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙨 𝙠𝙞𝙡𝙡. 𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙨𝙚𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨 𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙢𝙚𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙚𝙙. · · ─ ·𖥸· ─ · · ہزار رخ تیرے ملنے کے ہیں نہ ملنے میں, کسے فراق کہوں اور کسے وصال کہوں. hazār rukh tire milne ke haiñ na milne meñ kise firāq kahūñ aur kise visāl kahan 👇🏽 follow for more updates https://www.instagram.com/dafah0jacat?igsh=NTc4MTIwNjQ2YQ==

A selection of poems on varying topics, none of which are for the faint hearted. Some pieces touch on some personal experiences but most are just fictional writing in which I've attempted to be spontaneous and take on a different perspective or experience. I want to write about real experiences, things in which are often traumatic or taboo. As much as we don't like to think about it, horrible things happen in this world. I believe to an extent we should remain aware of the realities which people live but don't talk about, so we can remember to be kind to each other and learn to feel fortunate for what we have, despite what has passed. We can only do that together, so here is something to remind you all that loneliness and pain exists in fact for all of us, but facing these experiences together can make it bearable sometimes.

An album abt all the Sukor OS I have ever written. New OS with a mix of Serial and non Serial based stories

In the land of Anneth, four unlikely companions are driven from their homes when a ruthless warlord seizes the throne of a neighbouring realm. They must find the Plasen - a sacred sun-disc forged by a sisterhood from a mysterious metal, said to restore order to the world of Dor. Meanwhile, the usurper and his cursed army are determined to stop them at any cost. Only together can they make the perilous quest to save everything they hold dear, and win back their home .

Zuko has to get back his spot on the honour list of his class after falling asleep one to many times. Can he do it? Can he regain his honour? At the start I thought it wasn't going to be zutara but the story insists that it will be. 6th in #wut 6 in #basement 49 in #zutara Completed

A tale of several provinces that begin a long campaign for reign over the other. Join by marriage, calm the waters with trade, or force submission - war will break out, provinces will wither in time and a new shogun will rise to rule the Kinko - the land where the provinces lie.

16th December 2014; one of the darkest days in the history. A year has passed since the Army Public School took place in Peshawar, Pakistan. To pay tribute and honour the long gone souls, here's a little something. #wehaventforgotten #peshawarattack

In a world of secret alliances, blood-soaked battlefields, and grand betrayals, Arran Bute is on the path to punishing the rich's greed, and finding himself running from a country of enemies. Will his philosophy guide or corrupt him?

Missy is seventeen and her life takes a turn when her boyfriend rapes her and gets her pregnant how will the young lady Handel it? Abortion? Adoption? Will she keep it?

Poetry from the soul of a military girl.

A land of men with a history of magic, Draehn has been ruled by a tyrant for nearly twenty years too long. The balance of power is tipping- but which way? Lord Shane Herrale has his eyes set on his uncle's throne, and a plan to get there. The exiled widow of the last king awaits in the shadows, a loyal following building around her. Sir Treyson Gallaen is rising through the ranks with noteworthy speed, moving swiftly to the inner circle, and he has plans of his own. *** I would extremely appreciate any sort of comments or feedback you're willing to give! Always seeking to improve my writing. Credit and thanks to user extratea for my current cover!

A life-destroying decision lies ahead. I must choose.

The Bazigars. A group of Indian nomad-gipsy folk of India, found throughout Northern India. Many have special talents such as juggling, basket-weaving, dancing, fortune-telling and acrobatics. Many clans are formed within the Bazigar society, and the five main sub-groups are the Jogi, Badtia, Mushal, Dharamsot and Namsout. Intermarriage is not allowed between the sub-groups. Through a turn of unexpected events, Syeira, a Jogi, falls in love with Niyol, a Mushal. Worse still, Syeira’s family had already been dishonoured, and being a woman, she isn’t allowed to choose her own husband. She knows her parents would definitely disapprove of her marrying a Mushal as it would only bring more shame upon their family name. Now, Syeira has to make a choice; a decision between her family’s honour and her love. Will Syeira make the right choice? Or will she make a wrong turn in life? Set in the early 1900s, in Rajasthan, India, this story touches the themes of love, faith, honour, the rights of a woman, and loyalty. This story shall take you on a journey, a journey of the life of a Bazigar.

This is a short writing to encourage more about the Bengali language

"Over the shadowy hills and windy peaks she draws her silver bow, rejoicing in the chase, and sends out grievous shafts. The tops of the high mountains tremble and the tangled wood echoes awesomely with the outcry of beasts: earth quakes and the sea also where fishes shoal. But the goddess with a bold heart turns every way destroying the race of wild beasts: and when she is satisfied and has cheered her heart, then the huntress who delights in arrows slackens her supple bow." -Homeric Hymn 27 to Artemis (trans. Evelyn-White) (Greek epic C7th to 4th B.C.)

This short story is based on World War 1 and the horrors that the soldiers faced while on the 'battle field.' This text gives you a rough idea of what it felt like for the people who served our country, and who made us proud to be Australians. !

The depth behind the walls of the imperial place is deeper than ever. Your foes will do anything to have your head. Be careful and watch your steps.The higher you climb, the greater you'll fall. All will be hungry for power. But, this isn't story of one great man. This is the story of the people behind that man, the royal guards of the imperial palace. Watch your tongue and hide your true intentions. Lies, murder, concealed identities.....

You're taking what you want right from me Wrapped up in so much Life is just the way you hold me You pick you miscellaneously Wrapped up in all the choices you're not giving to me I'm laying on the floor We're drinking 'cause we're bored Boy, I'm looking for affection in all the wrong places And we'll keep falling on each other to fill the empty spaces Oh, I'm looking for affection in all the wrong places And we'll keep falling on each other to fill the empty spaces BETWEEN FRIENDS- affection