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Author's pov- The Borah House was full of relatives, sweets and noise... Of course it will be, as the marriage of the only daughter to her parents, Miss Divya Borah, is fixed to the love of her life, her pride, her soon to be husband. Soon she will be Mrs. Divya Hazarika. But on the day when their lives were to be knotted together, hers forever with the love of her life, Mr. Vansh Hazarika, he came to the altar, wearing wedding dress but also with a woman... Mrs. Payal Hazarika, her cousin and now his legally wedded wife. In a blink of an eye, every dream she had hoped to be true was shattered by this devastating truth... But Divya being Divya, did not show her weakness instead cursed him... yes literally cursed him and belittled him and her sister for playing such a dumb trick... And Vansh, he left with his wife... Divya she had not cried, not yet. But then the society, as always waiting for an opportunity, got to know about Vansh and started whispering "Maybe there was a fault in her, that's why he married her and not divya." "Of course who would marry her, it's not like she is beautiful" "Who would marry this apsaguni now?" Whispers started, her parents were heartbroken... But then they heard a calm voice, "Just shut up all of you, can't you see it's not her fault, and if you all are so worried about her marriage then my...*after a pause* my son will marry her!" For knowing what happens next, dive into this beautiful story of healing, friendship and the beautiful bond of husband-wife. . . . . . This is my first time writing a story, so if there are typing or writing mistakes please don't make a issue🤧.And this is going to be a short story and a soft romance story with lots of romantic scenes.😋 #99 in familydrama #1 in multi-couple, love-after-marriage and soft-romance #7 in secret-love #19 in brother-sister-love #1 in lovingher

For Noor-ul-Ayn, high school is a movie she's not starring in. Content being a 10th-grade introvert with average grades, she secretly crushes on the confidently popular head boy, Hamdan-the real protagonist. She's fine watching his story from the sidelines. But her script flips when Hamdan notices her. Suddenly thrust into the spotlight, Noor finds herself caught between Hamdan's methodical pursuit and Omer Hussain, a brilliant new transfer student with a carefree charm. A quiet rivalry ignites, challenging everything Hamdan values and forcing Noor to step out of the shadows. "You were the defining moment of my teenage years-bitter, but undeniably sweet." This is a story about that first, breathless crush, the sweet ache of first love, and the devastating, beautiful mistakes that shape us. Can she find her own spotlight without breaking the hearts of the two boys who changed her life? Dive into their tangled lives and find out. (❁'◡'❁)Come lets goooo...............

A teenager introvert kind girl and a teenage introvert never cared about emotions boy. unexpected meeting to a ending

Poetry by Chanchal Rai

Roshini, an South Indian girl. She love to sketch. She is a lovely daughter to her parents. She goes to other state in South India for her higher studies. *** There she falls in love with Siddharth, Cricket lover and he is Champion in his college for playing cricket. He goes to inter competition and win lots of trophies*** Roshini gets cheated by Siddharth. Her parents stoped communicating her. She is in depression of how fool she is. Will her parents start talking to her as usual ? Will she get her true love back ? **********

Devils don't need reason to commit crime,

දරුවෙක්ට උපත දුන්නු පලියට එයාලා දෙමව්පියෝ වෙන්නේ නෑ සූයා. දරුවෙක්ව හදා වඩා ගන්න එයාලා වෙන මහන්සිය, එයාලා ඒ දරුවට දෙන ආදරේ තමයි එයාලව දෙමව්පියෝ කරන්නේ. Published : 2023.05.24

This a short story about a girl named Bloom who finds a time travelling formula when she returns from her afternoon class. When she discovers it, without knowing she travels to time and becomes the princess of Zhu nation in china. The story features her experience while time travelling using the mysterious formula.

In the Shadow of Betrayals unfolds in the village of Karastan, where the destructive power of hatred has left deep scars on a once-united family. Fifty years ago, three siblings-Sikander Pasha, Shamz Rao, and Zubia-were torn apart by a blood debt, shattering their bond and casting a long shadow over their lineage. Now, their grandchildren are confronted with the painful legacy of betrayal. As old secrets emerge, they must grapple with the choice between revenge and forgiveness. Can they mend the wounds of the past, or will the desire for vengeance tear their family apart forever? At its core, "In the Shadow of Betrayals" is a powerful tale of love, hurt, and the enduring battle between forgiveness and revenge. Family is meant to be forever-if only they can survive the truth ................................................................... Right reserved I don't give permission to anyone to copy my book

Highest ranking #25 in dying! A secret wish that a dying soul longs for, whilst fighting a disease with a smile! NOTE: This is a single short story that is divided into parts for the purpose of making it easy to read for the readers! Hope you will enjoy it, and understand the worth of life! Happy reading! ^^

Amaya Singhania. Amu.Amy. Thinks a lot. Parents only little girl. Brothers princess. But she's neither a little girl nor any princess. She's a Queen. Born Queen. But she's 'just' a Queen. 'Just'.... This word broke her many times. She's not a doll. She's scarred. Tainted.

A usual family road trip turns into a hunt for my twin sons in the middle of the forest. From the man watching us in the gas station to the same man running at our car in the middle of the road. I would find my twin boys no matter what it took. Even if I had to strangle whoever this man was with my own two hands. Why my children? Why not me? Or my husband? "Someone help. Anyone. Help me find my children."

Ang mga istoryang mababasa dito ay gawa-gawa lamang ng aking malikot na isipan at nais ko itong ibahagi sa inyo. At hopefully ay makapagbigay na ng mga aral na maaari ninyong magamit balang araw. Yun lang!

What will you choose if you're given the option between to live the life that you wanted or to live the life that concerns your family? If i were to decide between those two, wala akong pipiliin. Dahil ang gusto ko lang naman ay mamuhay ng mapayapa. Yun bang walang gulo kung meron man ay agad namang nagagawan ng solusyon. Ako nga pala si Rain. Nagmahal, Nilihim, Nasaktan at bumangon muli. Ako lang ang nag iisang anak at mula nung namatay si mama ay kami nalang ni papa ang naging magkasangga. 7 years old ako nung pinakilala ni papa ang babaeng nagpatibok muli ng kanyang puso. Simula noon naging mailap na ako sa kanya at mas naging malayo na ang loob ko sa kanya nung napag desisyunan nilang magpakasal. Hindi naman sa hindi mabait si tita Jane, ayoko lang talagang kalimutan si mama. My mom is the only one who truly knows me. My dreams, my secrets, and my emotions. Siya lang ang kaibigan na meron ako noon at hinding hindi ko siya ipagpapalit kahit na kanino man. But it's too hard for me to cope up that now, she's gone. I still have my dad kahit na subsob siya sa kanyang trabaho. And now tita Jane is apart of our life too. That should give me enough reasons to see things the way they are, to accept and move on. But the truth always prevails. I'm still incomplete. Tita jane has a son and not soon enough he will live in our house too. And the house will never be the same again. I miss you Mom.

Even after all this years of modernizing the ancient culture and practices , we all still live in a world full of myths where women are not given equal rights and privileges as men . This story may seem absurd to some people but these practices still continues in the small locality named Nawazgarh . This story is said to be an oral tradition passed by generation to generation to encourage the women in our . This is a story about a brave girl and her daily life struggles but with a twist at the end . stay tuned ♡

"WE HAVE TO RUN NOW," scream my brothers, the desperation present in their voices was killing me. But how could I run, I was shifting, perhaps dying. For a long time, I had this feeling that my family and I were not the last supernatural creatures around, even though my parents denied it. I know now my suspicion was right, yet, I wish I was wrong. My life will never be the same.