Tragedylove Stories

letters and feelings written in this book in the form of a blame or a little longing , feeling worried about a love story that didn't work and ended from the beginning hurt , but what hurts the most is waiting for someone that will never come back .

Only if he'd known... One choice would change everything. Simisola and Kayode were inseparable, friends bound by shared secrets and quiet moments. But when a new presence disrupts their world, trust is tested and hearts are torn. Will their bond survive the choices they make, or will it all come crashing down?

Can I still get a chance To hold the moments together

as i keep forgetting, somehow at moments i remember something. as now i collecting a pieces by pieces, i try to put it in places. by that, this is what it become..

Hate doesn't always scream. Sometimes, it waits. Sometimes, it watches-silent, patient, learning the rhythm of its prey. Hate doesn't arrive like a storm. It arrives like poison-slow, deliberate, irreversible. Years after the damage was done, its consequences still unfolded. She didn't shatter him in a moment. She dismantled him over time. Not with violence. Not with cruelty. But with decisions that cut deeper than any blade. Loss doesn't announce itself. Sometimes it erodes-quietly, patiently-until nothing remains. Only one thing survived: His need for revenge. Calculated. Controlled. Pain taught him patience. Restraint became lethal. Two lives meant to stay parallel, close enough to sense, never close enough to collide. But fate never respects boundaries. Long after the choice was made, They were thrown into the same storm- where sparks didn't ignite love. They ignited war. Hatred sharpened him. Every memory of her became fuel. Now, when he looks at her, she isn't being chased. She's being studied. Measured. Marked. Fear tightens her chest, but her spine stays straight. She was afraid-but she had never learned to kneel. "You really believe distance belongs to you, Sharanya Rathore?" His smile slow. "That's cute." "This doesn't end when you run. It ends when resistance was never an option." "You crossed a line you can never uncross. I won't chase you-I'll wait. I'll become the reason you remember every mistake. She refuses to beg. "I didn't destroy you, Yohan. You survived me. Don't mistake that for weakness." When hatred wears desire, it doesn't soften. It claims. It obsesses. It becomes lethal. This war was never meant to be survived-only endured. There are only two endings: Obliteration-or mutual ruin. "I hate you for what you did... and yet wanting you is the only mistake I'll repeat." Hate burns fast. This ruins slowly. "You're not scared because I hate you. You're scared because I won't let you go."