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"ඌ මගේ යකෝ...ඌ මගේ..ඌට මොනා හරි වෙලා තිබ්බොත් මතක තියා ගනින් මන් තොපිලා ඔක්කොම මරාගෙන මැරෙනවා..තොපිලා මං කවුද කියලා දන්නවා ඇතිනේ..මතක තියා ගනින් මං තිරිසනෙක් කියලා...හැබැයි උගේ දේවල්වලදි මං ඊටත් වඩා අමුම අමු තිරිසනෙක්...මේ ශෙනෝන් කියන්නේ කිව්වොත් දෙයක් අනිවාර්යයෙන් ඒකම කරන එකෙක්.. ඒ නිසා පරිස්සමින් හිටපන්.." Don't copy my story...🚫🚫🚫

" සුදූ රෝස? ම්ම්... මන් දන්නවා අයියේ ඔයා තේරුමක් නැතුව මේක දෙන්නේ නෑ කියන්න... " - අභිරව් තමෝද්‍ය මහගස්වැව - " ම්ම්! ඔව්.. සුදු රෝස කියන්නේ පාරිශුද්ධත්වය, අහිංසකකම, සාමය, ගෞරවය, නව ආරම්භයක් කියන එක. අනික... ඒ මලේ සුදු පෙති අවංකභාවයි විවෘතභාවයි සංකේතවත් කරනවා. ඉතින් මගේ තමෝද්‍යත් මට ඒ වගේ... - මනුත් ශෙවංක්‍ය තැන්නේවෙල - . . . . . " නව ආරම්භයක්? " " ඔව් අපේ කතාවට අලුත් ආරම්භයක්... " Start - 2025.12.03 End - ? ✨✨✨✨✨

" මේ ඇස් අදනේ මන් හරියටම දැක්කේ ම්ම්ම්.......ලස්සනයි ..... ගොඩක්...." " ආආහ්..? " " ඇස් බෝල කරන් බලන්න එපා ..... වෙන කවුරුත් දිහා නම් ම්ම්ම්....... " " එහෙම කළොත් ? " " මන් තමුසෙගෙ කට කනවා " " මොක්....ආව් " 🌚❤️

සෙ‍ංකඩගල අහස සිසාරා වැයෙන ආදරයේ තනුව

හැම ආත්මෙම ඕන නෑ...මේ ආත්මෙ විතරක් මගේ නමට ලියල දෙනවද" (තාන්‍ය තෙවින් බන්ඩාර) "මගේ ...එච්චරයි " (දීර්ත අග්‍රස්ත ෆර්නැන්ඩස්)

ලැවෙන්ඩර් හැගීම කියන්නේ සන්සුන්, මෘදු සහ සාමකාමි හැගීමක්. ඉස්සරහට කතාව කියන් යද්දි ඔයාට එක තේරෙයි. 🪻

"මනුස්සයෙක්ව ඇස්වලටවත්,අත්වලටවත්,කන්වලටවත් වැදිලා වැඩක් නැහැ.අයියෙ මනුස්සයෙක් ඇවිල්ලා වදින්න ඕනෙ පපුවෙ,මෙන්න මෙතනට ඒක තමයි ඇත්තම ආදරෙ,රූපෙට,කටහඬට, ස්පර්ශයට කැමැත්තක් ඇතිඋනා කියලා බෑ මනුස්සයෙක්ව තමන්ගෙ කරගන්න.ඒකට ඒ මනුස්සයව දැනෙන්න ඕන.. එතකොට මෙතන ඕනවටත් වඩා ගැහෙන්න ගනිවී එකම එක රූපයක් ඉස්සරහා එයා තමයි හරිම කෙනා.." - Ahas Aranya - "ඒකද ආදරේ?" - Arya Diwyan -7 පිච්ච මලට ආදරෙන්! |Lilyymeil| 2025/02/12

හදවත එක්දාස් පනස් වෙනි වතාවටත් ඒ අතින් අල්ලගන්න කිව්වම. මනසෙ පණිවුඩ මුහුදු රැල්ලකම පා කරලා මුහුදට යවපු සංසාර, එයාට වියතක් දුරින් තිබුන දුලේන් අයියගෙ ඇඟිලි වල එයාගෙ ඇඟිළි පටල ගත්තා. ඒ ආගන්තුක ස්පර්ශයට ගැස්සුන දුලේන් එක තප්පරෙන් පැටලිලා තියෙන අත් දෙක දිහා බලද්දි සංසාර කලේ අත් දෙක ලාවට පද්දපු එක. ඒ බැල්මම දුලේන් සංසාරගෙ මූන දිහාවට දුන්නා. ඒත් සංසාර ඉන්නෙ ඈත බලාගෙන. හදවත ගැහෙන වේගෙ මුහුදෙ හඬට යට යද්දි දුලේන් දෙන්නා අතරෙ නිහඬ බව බින්දෙ හදවත පුපුරයි කියන බයට. ඒතරම් දැං හදවත ගැහෙන වේගෙ. " මොනාද දිහාද ඔයා බලන්නෙ? " දුලේන් දිහාවත් නොබලා, ඒ අතක අත පටලගෙන ඈත දිහා එයා බලන දේ දුලේන්ටත් බලන්න ඕනෙ වුණා. " ක්ෂිතිජය දිහා. " " කෝ? " " අර තියෙන්නෙ. අහසයි මුහුදයි එකට ගෑවෙන රේඛාවට තමයි අයියෙ ක්ෂිතිජය කියන්නෙ. " " කෝ සංසාර මටත් පෙන්නන්න. " " අර පේනවද? මුහුදෙ අන්තිම කොනයි අහසයි යා වෙලා

ගැඹුරු සිතුවිලි අතර සැඟවි... නුදුරු ලෝකයෙ සැඟව යමු අපි... අතීතය හීනයක් නොව මන්දෝදරී... (නේත්‍ර-මියුරු)

"𝑱𝒐 𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒊 𝒂𝒖𝒓 𝒌𝒆 𝒑𝒂𝒔𝒔 𝒏𝒂𝒉𝒊 𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒂 𝒗𝒐𝒉 𝑺𝒖𝒌𝒐𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒖𝒎𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒑𝒂𝒂𝒔 𝒂𝒂𝒌𝒂𝒓 𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒂. 𝑱𝒐 𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒊 𝒂𝒖𝒓 𝒔𝒆 𝒏𝒂𝒉𝒊 𝒌𝒊𝒚𝒂 𝒗𝒐𝒉 𝒑𝒚𝒂𝒂𝒓 𝒕𝒖𝒎𝒔𝒆 𝒂𝒂𝒌𝒂𝒓 𝒌𝒊𝒚𝒂." _______________________________ ✰ 𝐊𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐧𝐚 𝐌𝐞𝐡𝐭𝐚: A bright student, expresses a unique blend of traits. An ambivert, making him a beloved friend. His outgoing nature drew people to him, while his responsible and caring side earned respect. His life is about to take an unexpected turn when someone unexpected entered his life. ✯✯✯✯✯✯✯✯ ✰ 𝐈𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐯𝐢 𝐊𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐨𝐫: A vibrant student, radiated warmth and energy. Her playful and extroverted nature drew people to her, but beneath the surface, a sensitive soul beats. But behind the smile, a secret hid: A crush on someone from the past. Her father's job transfers had taken her to many places but her heart stayed at one place, one person for years. _______________________________ "Kaha hain voh? Dikh nhi rha." She asked as soon as she reached the football ground. Her eyes scanning the whole ground only to see him but he is nowhere to be found. (Where is he? I am not able to find him) "Kisse dhund rhi ho tum?" A voice behind her spoke, following her eyes. (Whom are you looking for?). "Mere Krish ko." She replied answered, unawared of who is standing behind her. (My Krish) "Tumhara krish?" "Ha mera kris-" she turned around the person and to her shock it was krish, or should we say her Krish, looking handsome as usual, is now staring directly in her eyes with a smile. The time seemed to be stopped for both of them as they stare in each other's eyes.

"ඔව් මම තිරිසනෙක්! මං මෙල්ල වෙන්නත් උබ ලග විතරයි මට උබ වගේ හුතරල් වෙවී ආදරේ කරන්න තේරෙන්නේ නැ සුදු,එත් මං මගේ උපරිමේටම තමුසෙට ආදරේ කරනවා ම- මං මං තමුසෙට ආදරෙයි!" _තිසෙව් සහස්ත්‍ර මෙන්ඩිස්_(ACE) "නැ මං කැමති නැ මං තිරිසන්නුට ආස නැ, එත් මං ආදරේ ඔය ඇග ඇතුලේ ඉන්න ආදරණිය මනුස්සයට, තව එක අවසථාවක් දෙන්නම් හැදෙන්න " _සෙහස්වී සහේෂා දේදුනි ප්‍රනාන්දු _

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කේශිය ආයූර් රාජපක්ෂ × ආධිව් ගෞරව් ජයවර්ධ...💍🤍 ☽༈☾

𝑪𝒉𝒆𝒅𝒌𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒚𝒂𝒂𝒏 𝑪𝒉𝒆𝒅𝒌𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒚𝒂𝒂𝒏, कभी उल्टी तो सीधी | 𝑪𝒉𝒆𝒅𝒌𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒚𝒂𝒂𝒏 𝑪𝒉𝒆𝒅𝒌𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒚𝒂𝒂𝒏, करे ऐसी की तैसी | In the corridors of school and the quiet corners of college life, four different stories begin to unfold-stories filled with laughter, dreams, ambitions, and emotions that slowly find their way into each other's hearts. Mridhi Mishra, a girl who lives through words and stories, never expected a new transfer student to become the most unexpected chapter of her life. Aariv Mathur, admired by almost everyone in school, carries dreams that go far beyond the classroom walls. While their story quietly finds its rhythm, another begins with constant arguments. Zihisha Mathur and Divyant Mishra never miss a chance to irritate each other. Yet somehow, their endless banter always brings them back to the same place. For Nihanshi Ahuja, some feelings refuse to fade no matter how much time passes. And Agrit Jain, who prefers simplicity and distance, might soon realize that some emotions cannot be ignored forever. And then there are Mrunika Mishra and Vedvik Mathur-two completely different personalities whose paths cross in the most unexpected way, slowly turning a simple arrangement into something far more complicated. Four stories. Four different hearts. And countless moments that turn ordinary days into unforgettable memories. Because sometimes, the most beautiful relationships don't start with love. They start with chhedkhaniyaan.

Some loves are not written in ink. They are carved into bone, sealed in blood, and buried in silence. He was born beneath a name the world worshipped - raised in light so bright it never let him belong to himself. She grew where no one cared to look - a girl the world forgot before it ever knew her. And when they met, it was not destiny that reached for them - it was something quieter. Older. More dangerous. Not gentle. Not kind. Not meant to survive. In the smoke-stained winter of 1975, beneath a dying tree and a sky heavy with unsaid things, he saw her. A moment. A glance. And something irreversible took root. From then on, every tomorrow carried her shadow. Every breath learned her name. Every silence began to sound like prayer. But love does not remain pure in a world ruled by power. The blood that made him golden demanded obedience. The silence that kept her safe demanded sacrifice. And between them grew a devotion that could not exist without consequence. When the darkness finally came for them, he did not ask for mercy. He did not ask to be saved. He only bowed his head and whispered into the ruin: For her, I would burn again. For her - a thousand times over Even if time erased them. Even if the world never knew. Even if she one day forgot his name. Some loves are not meant to be remembered. Only endured. Only carried. Carved where no one can see. Carved in his bones.

" ..මං දන්නෙ නෑ මං උඹට කොච්චරක් ආදරේද කියලා.. ..උඹව දකිද්දිත් මගේ ඇඟ දිගේ හිරියක් යනවා වගේ බං.. ..මං දන්නේ මෙච්චරයි!!!.. ..මං උඹට හුඟක් ආදරෙයි.." ♥️♥️♥️

Ever fallen for someone completely unexpected like your teacher? Probably not. But imagine a shy, quiet girl, plagued by low self-confidence and a constant flutter of nerves, finding girl herself hopelessly in love with her teacher. That's the situation here. The biggest hurdle? She's terrified. The thought of confessing her feelings is paralyzing; she truly believes she could never do it. So, what will happen? What does destiny have in store for this nervous, unassuming girl and her unexpected crush on her teacher? Will she find the courage to pursue her heart's desire, or will her love remain a silent, secret ache? Only time will tell. On going

♡ISHQ DI BAAZIYAN♡ They never believed in love. Not because their hearts were empty, but because the world had taught them to guard them well. Two souls-innocent, untouched by promises, unfamiliar with ishq. They met without expectations, without dreams of forever. Just stolen glances in crowded hallways, just silences that felt safer than words. What began as coincidence slowly turned into comfort. Smiles lingered longer. Conversations grew softer. And somewhere between shared laughter and unspoken pain, their hearts forgot how not to feel. They didn't fall in love loudly. They fell quietly-like rain on dry soil, like prayers whispered to the night sky. This is the story of two pure souls who never searched for love, yet found it in each other- gentle, fearless, and beautifully inevitable. 🌙💖

"It started with whispers in the school corridors... and maybe a stolen glance or two. He wasn't the boy from fairy tales, but with his kind heart and that smile, he made mine skip a beat. I didn't plan to fall for him - but somehow, here I am, blushing through every chapter of this sec love." I don't know how, when or why? but I just felt like writing this because it is not just a story for me, it is an emotion which I had all packed up in my head for too long. this won't be like any other story you might have read, you may or may not like the story. and I am not writing this to please you but just try to feel this story. suprita and krishnav might be too young to start but they grow with each other every day. maybe that is what we call love. you might feel sometimes they are very young, fast paced but the reality is that they are meant to be like that. this is a teenage love story which every person has witnessed once in their life. its patience, respect and a something more. just try this book and maybe you might want to know more. maybe I might give you a glimpse: "They were standing beside each other in the police station, accused of a crime they never even committed - or maybe just a little. But it was only after they realized it was them, caught in the heat of the situation. Meanwhile, on the other side, those who had truly wronged her were calling her names, blaming her for the simple reason that she just loved someone outside their caste.