Maa Stories

Nayva was never truly cursed-just a girl living her life, until people convinced her otherwise. Haunted by their words, she begins to believe she is destined for misfortune. But as she uncovers the truth, Nayva discovers her real family, a place where love, acceptance, and belonging replace the shadows of doubt. A story of self-discovery, resilience, and the power of finding where you truly belong.

The broken girl.....a borrowed life....and a second chance to be loved. "She forgot who she was.and become one she ever wished for. Abandoned by her own family, Niti grew up believing she was unwanted-until an accident steals her memories and fate leads her to a house full of strangers who welcome her like their own. They believe she's the daughter who vanished years ago... and she looks just like her. For the first time, Niti feels loved-by protective brothers, warm parents, and a home that wraps around her like a dream. But how long can a borrowed life last? An emotional journey of identity, belonging, and the kind of love that chooses you-even when the truth doesn't.

When she decided to act upon the immense love preserved in her heart, for him. She worked hard, with a passion reborn. She chose to try harder over walking away when the world had left her grey. The only constant was 'love' in the form of his and her family, a souvenir from him that she was most intensely attached to, was now a little broader with one more life added to it. "I still fall in love with you, it only gets deeper with each passing day" --- Teri Aarzoo mera khwab hai Phr ye hawa ka rukh hi kyu na badal jaaye... Tera zikr hi kaafi hai mere naam ke sath Phr ye zindagi chahe jitne imtihaan le jaaye... ---

एक आम मोहरे की सिर्फ एक चाल और पूरा खेल समाप्त...!! ???? A/N- I don't own the characters but, I own this story, so don't try to copy the concept, scenes and dialogues. Cover credit: @anuseenaxhearts

a little girl. after losing her mother , where will she go now alone in the cruel world???? .......Read story to find out #1 in elder. ( 23 nov)

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Life is not same for everyone. Not everyone have a happy end. Not everyone's life is fairytale

This is a poem dedicated to my beautiful grandmother....I hope you all feel as much emotion reading it and I did writing it...x

Your basic guide to a Bong's mind. Bong: In an Indian context, it has an entirely different meaning though. In India, "Bong" is a slang term for "Bengali", i.e. a person who has heritage from the Indian state of West Bengal or pre-1947 Bangladeshi ancestry. This slang term is not restricted to BRF alone and is pretty widespread throughout India. [Sequel under construction]

Hello friends!!!! I welcome you all to this beautiful, imaginative and life learning short stories which will make you think beyond your imagination. A series of short stories will be presented and updated here.. STAY TUNED!!!

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Intezaar...!! Kitna chhota sa shabd hai intezaar, par jab koi kisika intezaar karta hai to uske liye vo poori zindagi hota hai... Kehne ko to saal, pal bhar mai, behte jharne ki trh beh jata hai, Par jab baat intezaar ki aati hai to mano samay tham sa jata hai.... Intezaar vo ehsaah hai, jo insaan ko dard bhi deta hai, par aas bhi nhi marne deta kisike intezaar ki....🍂

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A Radha Krishna Marble Murti encapsulates the divine love between Lord Krishna and Radha. Crafted with intricate detail, this sacred sculpture radiates spiritual bliss and aesthetic charm. The marble murti becomes a cherished symbol of devotion, bringing the divine presence of Radha and Krishna into your space, fostering peace and love.

Abandoned by his very own family, the child stood desolate in the midst of the road, the weight of solitude bearing down upon his fragile shoulders. Lost and adrift, he was engulfed by a maelstrom of uncertainty, devoid of direction, devoid of a place to call home. His gaze wandered aimlessly, until it locked upon a heartrending scene-a child embraced by a loving family. The word "family" reverberated through his mind, stirring a tempest of emotions within him. What was family? A beacon of trust, a haven of care, yet his own had callously cast him aside to grapple with his inner demons alone. Harshly wiping away his tears, he vowed to retreat from their lives forever, to fade away as they seemingly wished. With a resolute spirit, he turned away, determined to forge his own path, far removed from the fleeting bonds of blood.

This story is made up. Yep. I have created charcters of many to be apart of the amazing world of Dc. So welcome to the MAA academy (mutant and assassin) it's a great school in the middle of nowhere. But when the justices league find it what will they do with it. But more challenges await the new Heroes. I'm bad at drawing so I got the images of printrest and edited them. So full respect to the artist