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  • The Trouble with Sleeping by pixelsaga
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    Almost every night, Marla's condominium's emergency alarm goes off, turning her into a monstrous perpetually sleep-deprived yoga instructor. Let's just say her nights are more downward dog caught in a rainstorm and less Shavasana. In walks Gab, her charming but infuriating neighbor, who enjoys high-end coffee and witty banter. The friendship, born of shared gripes, borders on romance. Marla navigates the ups and downs of her complicated life, dealing with her cynicism, healing from her broken past, and another suitor - a much more perfect guy. In the end, all Marla wants is a well-deserved rest. Experience late-night adventures, personal rediscoveries, and the ultimate luxury of sleep.
  • Beside me [B's Series 1] (On-Going) by EmiN3ms
    EmiN3ms
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    They say you will not get the right person unless you come to the wrong person You will not be into that right person when you didn't leave the wrong person What if that wrong person you think is also the right person for you? what will you do?
  •  Caldwells 's  by PakalaAkhila
    PakalaAkhila
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    "Go, Akira. This isn't right," Damien mutters, his voice trembling. "I'm your professor. Our age gap... this shouldn't happen." Akira steps closer, taking Damien's hand on his own. "I don't care about that. I never saw you as just my professor. I saw you as a person. And I love you for who you are, not for the title you hold." Damien wants to resist, but Akira's words shake him to his core. For the first time, he wonders- What if loving him isn't wrong? What if pushing him away is? --- Akira Yamamoto has spent his whole life proving he's worth something. Abandoned by his parents, he came to university determined to succeed. Falling for his professor was never part of the plan. But every time he meets Damien Caldwells' gaze, his heart betrays him. 📚 Author's Note: This story is a slow-burning emotional journey between two people who were never supposed to fall for each other - but did anyway. If you've ever felt torn between what's right and what your heart wants, this one's for you. 💔✨ Please don't copy or repost this story elsewhere. Every scene, every line is written with care, and your support means the world. If you enjoy Akira and Damien's story, vote, comment, or share your thoughts - it really encourages me to keep going! 💛 With love, - The Author academicromance #agegapromance #bl #boylove #boyslove #emotionalromance #fallingforyou #forbiddenlove #gayromance #healinglove #loveandpain #loveknowsnoboundaries #loving #men #mlm #pastheartbreak #professorxstudent #protectivelove #secondchanceatlove #secretlove #slowburn #softromance #yaoi #yearning #professor
  • STILL , I WAIT  by HimangshuShivam
    HimangshuShivam
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    STILL , I WAIT Genre: Pure Romance | Slow Burn | Emotional Intimacy | Realistic Love In a quiet café drenched in monsoon rains, two strangers meet without meaning to - Meher, a soft-spoken photographer who captures emotions she doesn't understand, and Aarav, a reclusive writer who pens words he never plans to share. Neither is looking for love. Neither even speaks much. But the same table by the window becomes their unspoken promise - a place where silence says more than conversation ever could. They don't exchange numbers. Don't follow each other online. Just Saturdays, and just the café. What begins as a quiet routine slowly deepens into a connection that doesn't ask for explanations. With every rain-soaked meeting, every near-touch, every poem and photograph exchanged, they begin to heal from their invisible scars. But when one Saturday is missed, and a letter takes his place, Meher must face what Aarav has truly come to mean. STILL , I WAIT is a tender, slow-burning romance about love that unfolds not in declarations, but in the spaces between words - a love that never rushes, never shouts, but always returns.