Memory-loss قصص

Pratap and rathor most powerful family And Shanaya Princess of pratap And daughter in law of rathore Pratap who didn't even know they had a girl in there house when they finally found out it was already 23 year They bought her home but she was cold distant didn't try to bond with anyone And pratap family were in there own betray and problems No one try to have bond with her each one with there own 'resons' but she didn't mind even a bit And then she was married to vikrant singh rathore due to a promise New house New people But nothing changed She was still cold still distant Vikrant went to London and came back after one year But nothing changed Until one night A attack happen And Shanaya lost her memory of three years before she meet them They saw a diffrent Shanaya A cheerful and Dramatic one *** What has caused her to become cold and distant What happens before she meet pratap and rathore *** Don't judge by this deception I am not good at writing it Try it once

"Let go of me," she warned, her voice shaking. "I'll scream if you don't leave me alone." Suddenly Ashar grabbed her hand with an unwavering gaze. His desperation seeping into his every word. "I didn't hold your hand to hurt you, Zuni. I held it because I can't lose you again. You're coming with me. Right now." Her fear reached its peak. Her eyes darted around the empty street, searching for help, but the rain had driven everyone away. "Let me go!" she yelled, trying to wrench her arm free. "Somebody, help me! Please! Ya Allah, save me!" Ashar could feel the terror radiating from her, but he couldn't stop. He couldn't let her walk away-not now. The rain poured harder, washing over them as he tightened his grip, dragging her towards the jeep. Her struggles became more violent. She bit his hand, hard enough to draw blood, but he didn't let go. His face twisted in pain, but his resolve was unshaken. "I'm sorry, Zuni," he muttered under his breath. "I don't have a choice." With one swift motion, he opened the jeep's door and practically lifted her inside. She screamed, kicking and thrashing, but he managed to shut the door and lock it. ---- Billionaire Series #2

𝚃𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚕 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚘𝚏 𝚟𝚒𝚔𝚊

- ✶ - inception (n): an event that is a beginning; a first part or stage of subsequent events. • go hyuntak x fem oc ! [ this story is written for entertainment, all original characters are the property of their respective creators. any locations or organizations referred to are fictional. ]

Marcus finally falls in love with a girl, but some love comes with consequences. Her father never made her happy he only brought her pain and fear. Just when their love begins to bloom, she disappears from his life. Years later, she returns, but nothing is the same... will Marcus still fight for a love that was never meant to break?

A mysterious dream-one she remembered in perfect detail a year later. Was it just a coincidence? She didn't think so... Mariana, a senior in high school, once dreamed of a boy she had never met. A year later, she comes face to face with him in real life, and he looks exactly like the boy from her dream. But something is off. He keeps showing up wherever she goes. Is he following her? And what does he want from her?

In a world where sand and stars coat the atmosphere, a girl, Nayara, begins activating fragments of a higher-dimensional entity's memories. As the fragments bleed into her world, blurring identity and reshaping her fate, Nayara questions her world's system and the higher powers at work.

අතරමග අතරමංව ගිය යොවුන් පැතුමක අරුමැති තනු පෙළ යළි අවදිවන බලාපොරොත්තුවෙන් මඟ බලන්... (OnHold)

Some love stories are about finding each other. This one is about choosing each other, every single time. December Solis has dedicated most of her life to learning how to stand on her own. Love was never something she expected to hold onto. That is, until she met River Sato. With him, everything shifts feeling more stable, even if she's not entirely sure she can trust that steadiness. He is present in ways that matter, despite parts of his world sometimes falling apart around him. Together, they start building something real. Not perfect, or certain, but genuine. A life crafted from small moments, quiet promises, and a connection that doesn't depend on everything falling perfectly into place. As they draw closer to what feels like home, they're forced to confront what it truly means to hold onto love when their future remains uncertain. This is a story about connection, memory, and the courage to stay even when staying is the hardest thing to do. - ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

Every Thursday, the same seat is taken. Until the day it isn't. Mara has always found comfort in routine-the same library, the same quiet corner, the same ticking clock that runs just a little too slow. But when her usual seat is left empty, something feels... off. Waiting for her is a book that doesn't belong. No title. No author. No record of it ever existing. Inside, a message written by hand: "You came back." What begins as a harmless curiosity quickly unravels into something far stranger. The book changes when she looks away. New messages appear before her eyes. And someone-something-seems to be watching her from just beyond the edge of perception. As Mara digs deeper, she begins to notice the patterns no one else can see. The missing people no one remembers. The subtle shifts in time. The feeling that the library isn't just a place... but a keeper of secrets. And the most unsettling truth of all? This isn't the first time she's found the book. She just doesn't remember the last time she did. A haunting, slow-burn mystery about memory loss, and the thin line between being forgotten... and being erased.

In a world where memories can be extracted, preserved, and restored, Hayla has spent her life preparing to followe in her fathers footsteps to become a Memory Archivist. The line between memory and truth begins to blur. ☆ for part 2

You wake up in your childhood bed with a bruise on your forehead and no memory of how you got home. The friends who celebrated you the night before all have different versions of what happened. The more you search for the truth, the worse the migraines become. Your mother warned you about them. Now you have to decide which is more dangerous: losing your memory or recovering it.

He found her through a letter... She loved him without knowing who he was. It started with a simple note hidden inside a book. No name. No face. Just words. And somehow... they became everything to each other. But there's one problem. In real life- she doesn't remember him. Not yesterday. Not last week. Not ever. Yet every time she writes... she falls in love with him again. And every time- he lets her. Even if it means being a stranger... forever.

catharsis /kəˈθɑːsɪs/ process of releasing strong, repressed, or pent-up emotions-such as pity, fear, or anger-resulting in a sense of relief, purification, or renewal .________________________________.________________________________. Kiên wakes in a body unknown to him, and through this he discovers himself. Surviving a new chronic illness, Kiên comes to the realisation that the previous version of him, the one who held his lost memories, didn't seem to want to live anyway. All the signs of his old life pointed to a failed suicide attempt, and he was forced to come to terms with the fact that through some sort of miracle, he was granted a second chance. With the help of a man who he seems to have a secret history with, Kiên wonders how much more of his story he seemed to be missing. And whether or not he really wants to know why he tried to kill himself. titles taken from lyrics of "that's us" by anson seabra!! give it a listen!

Marked by blood and bound by magic, she was never meant to survive. On the night her world burned, a young girl was torn from her parents' arms and saved by their final sacrifice. They died to protect her-not just from those hunting her, but from the truth of what she is. Her blood is both a weapon and a miracle. With a single drop, she can heal the dying... or bring unimaginable pain. It is a power whispered about in fear, coveted by kings, and hunted by those who would use it to rule-or destroy-the world. Years later, as her past begins to surface, so does the curse woven into her veins. And when she meets someone who sees her not as a weapon, but as a girl worth loving, everything changes. But love is dangerous when your very existence can save... or shatter. And the more she uses her power, the closer she comes to becoming the very curse her parents died to stop.

For some, love is a steady orbit. For others, it's a crash landing. After escaping the chaotic, high-gravity pull of a woman who was as intoxicating as she was destructive, a nameless protagonist seeks the safety of a calmer life. But "perfect" comes with its own price. As he moves from one seemingly ideal partner to the next, he is haunted by dreams of cold metal, weightless voids, and a lingering sense that "improvement" is just another word for erasure. As his reality begins to glitch and time itself starts to skip, he realizes the "perfect" women pursuing him are not people at all-they are iterations of a single, planetary consciousness pretending to be his ideal partner to keep him from leaving. Far from the safety of Earth, he must face the entity that salvaged his ship and decide if he can love a flawed, alien original more than the polished illusions designed to keep him captive forever.

Some people remember love as a straight line. Kelly remembers it in versions. Lucas was supposed to be simple-friendly, warm, easy to talk to. The kind of person everyone trusts without thinking twice. But the longer she stays close to him, the more something feels... off. He doesn't always remember things the same way. Neither do the people around him. And sometimes, even Kelly isn't sure if she's remembering him correctly-or remembering a version of him that never fully existed. Then the conversations start to repeat. But not exactly the same. Slight changes. Different endings. Different emotions. Like reality is correcting itself every time she blinks. And Lucas... starts noticing it too. "I think I already lived this moment," he says once. Then later, he says he never did. Until one day, there is no longer a clear "first version" of anything. Not of him. Not of her. Not of what happened between them. Just fragments of conversations that don't agree on which one came first. And a terrifying question no one can fully answer anymore: If every version of him feels real... then which one is the original? Or worse- was there ever one at all? Copyright Notice: All rights reserved. This is a work of fiction created by the author. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or deceased, or to real events is purely coincidental. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, transmitted, or adapted in any form or by any means, including electronic or mechanical methods, without prior written permission from the author, except for brief quotations used in reviews or commentary. Unauthorized use or reproduction of this work is strictly prohibited.

I used to think reality was simple. Wake up. Go to school. Live a normal day. Repeat. But then I noticed something small that didn't belong. A broken clock that everyone said was never broken. A message that disappeared from every device. A memory only I seem to have. At first, I thought I was just tired. Now I'm not so sure. Because every time I notice something wrong... the world changes to fix it. Like it never happened. Like I'm the only one who remembers. And the more I notice... the more reality starts to feel less like a place- and more like something that is watching me notice it. A story where reality doesn't break... it corrects itself.

hai hello. this is an alternative AU for a project called Halo Hotel where it's a mix of the canon and Halo Hotel. mainly Charlie's lore has changed which will be explained the way in best of English I can! It's about Charlie going through an identity crisis with the fact that her body can't let the past go. And it causes a whole issue for the hotel and hell combined

𝗣𝗥𝗘𝗩𝗜𝗘𝗪🌺 I stepped into the ICU. Sunghoon was sleeping. Pale face, eyelashes resting on his cheeks, and a bandage around his head. In this moment, he was nothing like my husband. Not lovely. Not healthy. Tears rolled down my cheeks, every step I took towards him cost me another tear. My fingers trembled when I felt his cold skin beneath my palm. I gently ran a hand over his forehead. He stirred, eyes slowly opened. I softly smiled for him. Yet he tensed up. "Who are you?" He asked. "You...you don't know me?" "No, I don't." I pulled my hand away like I was burned. He was just there. Yet so far away. From me. I was nowhere in his memories. He forgot me.