Pretense Stories

Doctor by profession and pretentiously humble by nature, Adi Robins leads her life on her own terms. Being left with a broken heart after a five years relationship leaves her with no interest in love and dating. Finally, like any other girl of Indian descent, she jokingly gives in to her mother's demands for an arranged marriage. Little did she know, her joke ends up in a marriage with Kabir Saaho, a geek neurosurgeon. And what happens when her geeky looking husband happens to be the lord of everything sinister she never dreamed of doing? And what blossoms between them when she comes out in her true skin, which is far from being what society has known her to be? ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- SNEEK PEAK: To everybody's eyes, she was dressed aptly, draped in a plain red saree, wearing her long hair down. I wondered how everyone thought of her as being a cultured and well-versed lady. She undeniably was far from this. Just like that saree she had donned, there were numerous layers to her personality, which went beyond the fortress of one's imagination. If anything, she was fathomless, like a river with limitless depth. You would be tempted to be part of its existence, but once you dive, you would dwell in it for the rest of your life. I am Kabir Saaho, a neurosurgeon, with my wife, Adi Saaho, the Cardiologist in my arms. We met through our parents and got married promptly, without any knowledge about each other. If you ask me for the reason, I was yet to discover it myself. In conclusion, this is Day 5 of our marriage and we hated each other's guts, but this was not our first night together. This is our story.

ᴰᴼ ᵞᴼᵁ ᵂᴬᴺᵀ ᵀᴼ ᴷᴺᴼᵂ ᴹᵞ ˢᵀᴼᴿᵞ? "Kenneth." He kept pacing. "...and I met you. You weren't okay and it just broke my heart for some reason. How much can one person take? And I keep feeling this tug towards you, to check up on you but you're so stubborn. I had to pray about it all the time because I felt my heart was deceiving me or something. God knows how confused I was before I accepted that..." He just paused. "That what?" "That I liked you." ❊❊❊❊❊ In my story I'm a child of unfortunate circumstances, born to a reckless father and a housewife mother although the world thinks I have it all. In my story I struggle between loving my parents even though their actions make me angry, I struggle to be the shield for my sister while leaving her alone to pick herself up, I struggle to fit in with my peers even though we we've been friends for years. I can't even hold on to the person who saw me and wanted me. I hide myself behind thousands of questions, anxiety and fear. In my story I'm just another girl raised in Ibadan with nothing to look forward to. Hope is unknowingly what kept me together, hence I started writing letters. What am I hoping for? Who am I hoping on? Why? Why do I write to a person I can't see? How desperate must I be? I hope in a God I used to have around me. Though I don't blame him, I question why he left me, if he's still out there, and if he can still help me. Or maybe he never left me at all. "𝐺𝑜𝑑 𝑑𝑖𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑠𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑠𝑒𝑒𝑘 ℎ𝑖𝑚 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑝𝑒𝑟ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑠 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑐ℎ 𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑓𝑜𝑟 ℎ𝑖𝑚 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑑 ℎ𝑖𝑚, 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ ℎ𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑓𝑎𝑟 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑎𝑛𝑦 𝑜𝑓 𝑢𝑠." 𝐴𝑐𝑡𝑠 17:27 #1 letterwriting #1 Christianfiction #2 wattpadn

"You're gonna catch a cold from the ice inside your soul."

"Why do you want to be my bride so badly?" he questioned, his mesmerizing eyes locked Crystal's. Crystal shook her head, reminding herself of her goal. "To marry someone like you, an angel from heaven. Marrying you would be no doubt, a blessing." She stammered, looking away. He leaned closer to her; his breath grazed her skin. "An angel?" he chuckled deviously. "Are you sure, I'm an angel?" Crystal Fei was a fiery woman with the thirst for revenge. For 10 years, she has been looking for the culprit who caused her brother's death at all cost. When she was in the brink of hopelessness, a man reached out, promising her revenge on that Person. But what game did fate play on Crystal when she was tasked to steal his heart in an undercover mission to avenge her brother. Will it still be a game of pretense when she looked into his eyes. The eyes that was so sharp and mysterious, his eyes that pierced her heart. Whole story is in GoodNovel. Cover from Canva, CTTO to image owner. Not official cover. WARNING. TRUYEN SITES AND VIETNAMESE SITES STOLE MOST OF THE BOOKS HERE. THE REAL ORIGINAL VERSION IS HERE ON WATTPAD, TRUYEN AND VIETNAMESE SITES ARE FRAUD! THEY ARE STEALING MY BOOKS, BEWARE!

As she was about to sit, the chair immediately felt distant as it took her more than normal to sit. It was then she realized her skin had touched someone else's. For a second, she didn't want to move as she enjoyed the heat that emanated from the collision of both bodies. Her head managed a u-turn and saw the gentleman on whom she was seated but unfortunately or perhaps fortunately for her, her face was buried a little above his lips causing their lips to make a funny contact.

This is a really short story.... it's really intense. It has thalapathy vijay in lead as always. This is my first try at writing after the fiasco with my previous account. I need all your support! What is death? What does feel like? Is it hurting or is it peace? Does it differentiate betweent the sinners and saints? Who will conquer death? Sinners or saints. Cover credits~ yours truly!!

At 28 years of age, Kayla Anderson is the epitome of a successful woman. She is the chief editor of one of the biggest fashion magazines in the world. The only thing missing from this perfect picture is a husband. She meets Nigel Roberts, a dashing, handsome young man who sweeps her off her feet. When she finds out that he's a Christian, their relationship takes a new turn. Kayla doesn't like pretense but that's all she does in their relationship. Surprisingly, the end turns out to be something better than Kayla could have ever imagined. Cover by: @riverswild

_Everyone acts to get what they want_ _We are all actors on a stage - acting till the lights go off_ _We all pretend, isn't it?_ _So, what's the difference?_ **** *Racheal Cheong is a young heiress who believes that nobody is genuine. In a world of power thirst and masked faces, read as Racheal climbs up the ladder to the very top.*

For the sake of his career, we will be pretending to be a couple madly in love with each other. No, wait, let me rephrase that, he will be pretending to be my boyfriend who is so madly in love with me. But I want us to be real. Let's get real Zayn the Freaking Malik!

Two best friends were seperated due to Chioma's Aunty in the city. Chioma became an actress and left her friend behind.Her friend went in search of her but was disappointed Chioma couldn't recognize her.

A collection of short poems, most of which circle around the world of a sixteen-year-old schoolgirl.

Claudia Stone is a strong woman with a soft heart. She has always been one to help people in need, backed up by the fact that she runs an organization of people to work for the mankind's disadvantaged's welfare. So, when Pasqual Romano, an ingenious businessman with a heart of gold, asks for her help―asks for a favor out of her―she should automatically be able to say 'yes,' shouldn't she? Well, probably not. Because this particular favor has nothing to do with Claudia's intellect or her NGO. It is, instead, all about putting up appearances, and playing make-believe. She's never been much of an actress, but she is a great businesswoman. So if the shoe fits, what's the harm in exchanging a few acts of kindness? Well, she's about to find out. And so is he. ◾ ◾ ◾ ◾ ◾ ◾ ◾ ◾ ◾ ◾ ◾ ◾ ◾ ◾ ◾ ◾ ◾ ◾ If he was being honest, Pasqual felt like he'd never met a woman like Claudia. Such a powerful personality, and so dedicated to the betterment of mankind. She seemed like the kind of woman who knew exactly what she wanted in life, and wasn't afraid or even hesitant to go after it. And, of course, she was also darn beautiful. Shaking his head, Pasqual got into his car and started the ignition. Nothing good was gonna come out of falling for someone as enigmatic, established and ambitious as her. He'd probably end up with a broken heart and she'd be none the wiser. Also, he didn't even know if he would ever meet her again. What was the point? If only he'd known that fate had other plans. ◾ ◾ ◾ ◾ ◾ ◾ ◾ ◾ ◾ ◾ ◾ ◾ ◾ ◾ ◾ ◾ ◾ ◾ ↪ 𝗰𝗶𝗹𝗰𝗵𝗲 𝘁𝗿𝗶𝗹𝗼𝗴𝘆: 𝘣𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘰𝘯𝘦 ◂ ◾ ◾ ◾ ◾ ◾ ◾ ◾ ◾ ◾ ◾ ◾ ◾ ◾ ◾ ◾ ◾ ◾ ◾ rankings; #68 [newadultreads] ⇁ oct, 12th, 2020 #196 [cliche] ⇁ march 1st, 2022 #432 [chicklit] ⇁ feb 23rd, 2022

We have choices everyday, to let our true feelings show or to live with our many facades. When your facade dominates, you are left with many lost opportunities, regrets and what could have been. This is a snapshot of one of those moments

Lydia has to save her dying father, in order to make money, she changes her identity.

A collection of poems I have written over the past few years. Enjoy! and please leave feedback, good or bad. Thanx!