Varanasi dzieła

He hated her because of the darkness of her skin as it was not the fair complexion he preferred. The marriage had been forced on him by a promise his grandparents made long ago, a promise he regretted every second of every day. He didn't care about her dreams or feelings. To him, she was nothing more than an obligation he resented. Looking at her filled him with disgust and shame. He couldn't bear the thought of calling her his wife or showing her to his friends. In his voice, during their wedding night, he told her, "Not just me, nobody can bear to sleep beside you. You're a darkness, a curse, a harbinger of misfortune and suffering. You're like the darkest, most miserable night who only brings pain." She had married him in poverty, but after their union, he became wealthy. Yet he never once introduced her proudly as his wife. Instead, he kept her hidden from his friends, deeming her unworthy of his social standing. 🩶His Brown Bride

Book 2 in Royal series ✔️Story of Abhimaan Singh Rajvansh and Swadhinta Shukla.

A college love story that transcends beyond all the boundaries. Anvi and Raj, college classmates who fell in love and try to find their way against all odds. Would destiny help them or would their fairy tale end in just like all love stories?! Stay tuned to find out what happens next! See you soon :-) New episodes published every Wednesday and Friday.

"Where love dissolves into silence, obsession ignites with unrelenting intensity.". To the one who taught me that love doesn't have to be pure to be real, that sometimes the darkest desires feel the most alive. This book is a whisper of everything we shouldn't want... and everything we do anyway.🖤🖤

Some stories don't begin with love. They begin with a shift... a new city, unfamiliar faces, and moments that don't feel important...until one day, they become everything. When Naina moves to Allahabad, she isn't looking for anything. Not love. Not change. Just a little time... before life quietly decides her future. But between shared tiffins, unfinished homework, random arguments, and evenings that smell like chai and old songs she finds something she never planned. A friendship that feels like home. A silence that says more than words. And a boy who doesn't speak much... but somehow understands everything. Raghav. He follows rules. She breaks them. He stays quiet. She speaks without filters. He never looks for her... yet somehow always finds her. What starts as nothing... slowly becomes something neither of them knows how to name. And just when it begins to feel real. life moves again. Cities change. People change. Time doesn't wait. But some feelings? They stay... exactly where they were left. A story of dosti, khamoshi, and pehla pyaar set in the soft, slow rhythm of the 90s. "Kuch kahaaniyaan likhi nahi jaati... bas jee li jaati hain."

#1 of the love series. He rose slowly, still holding her hands. She stepped closer. Closer. So close that the boat rocked faintly beneath them. Then, standing on her toes slightly, she reached up and held his shoulders to steady herself. He instinctively moved his hands to her waist so she wouldn't lose balance. The anklets chimed softly and then.. she bent her head forward.. slowly. Her forehead touched his. The red kumkum on her forehead brushed against his skin, leaving a faint, sacred mark just above his brows. He froze. Neither of them moved. Her eyes were closed and his breath stopped.. the contact was simple. Sacred. When she finally spoke, her voice was barely above a whisper, but steady. "If you are my light," she murmured, her forehead still resting against his, "then let me mark you as mine before the world does." She lowered herself slowly, but didn't move away. Her eyes searched his. "You don't need a ring to bind me," she said softly. "And I don't need a ceremony to know what you mean to me." Her fingers brushed the red mark she had left on him. "This," she smiled faintly, "is my answer. My acceptance." His fingers tightened unconsciously around her waist. "I am yours," she whispered. "And you are mine. Not for a moment. But for every day that comes after." And she slowly moved into his embrace and hugged him, holding him a little tighter than usual, like she never wanted to let go. They stayed there for a while longer, not speaking. Everything you're about to read is true... but I've never confessed to him in real life. The story ends with a plot twist my real life hasn't caught up to yet. This story is written mostly in English (about 98%), with some Telugu (about 2%) along with translations. -------- Happy reading 🩷

In the holy city where souls find peace, She came to say goodbye - But found his untold love, Folded in letters and sealed in silence. And in seeking his past, she found her own healing.

Some stories begin with love. Some begin with pain. Jhanvi's story began with loss. She was only four when she lost her mother, and since then her father was her entire world. But fate had other plans. Her life changed when she crossed paths with Abhimanyu - a man of control and very few words. A man who doesn't ask... he decides. And one decision of his changed everything. He married her. Forcefully. Now the girl who only knew her father's love is bound to a man who believes in possession, not emotions. Will Jhanvi ever accept Abhimanyu? Or will this forced marriage destroy them both?

A grieving widow in Varanasi discovers that her late husband wove a dangerous secret into a Banarasi saree-one that could expose betrayal, hidden treasure, and a powerful enemy within her own family. As past and truth begin to unravel, she must choose between silence and justice. With her daughter by her side, Meera turns grief into courage, igniting a fight that could change the fate of countless weavers. Banarasi Zari is a haunting tale of love, legacy, and the threads that bind truth to light.

It is a collection of 5 poems which has an emotional connect with my town. I'm sure this will lead you to take a trip down memory lane.

No longer innocent, they sometimes betray her age or maybe I was just deceiving myself. When she looked at me, I looked for hope in her eyes. In passing each other on the same road, it did not happen often. But when it did, the gap between us died.

Varang is the ruthless, fire-worshipping Olo'eykte (leader) of the Mangkwan clan in Avatar: Fire and Ash. Harden warrior shaped by endless tragedy who rejects Eywa (Pandora's goddess) following a volcanic tragedy, choosing instead to lead her people through strength, pain, and experience.