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You will never know what healed you, but you will know what hurt you was love!

Poems from the soul, late night musings, heartfelt quotes.

Elena's hands curled into fists as she heard clamours and screams rising from the closed door behind her. She hated her family. To be precise, she hated her family traditions, or should we say, her species attitude towards humans. Yes, she belonged to the zaar species, but will it stop her from going against them? Her family hates her just as she hates them. Will she involve herself in the ferocious doings of her family? Will she find out the mystery behind her father's death, who happens to be a human? Moreover, will she find someone to support her point of view? Text copyright © Zakiyahaneefa_™ 2018-

A ghungroo (: घुँघरू, : گھنگرو‎), also known as ghunghroo or ghunghru or ghunguror Asamiya(Bengali), is one of many small metallic bells strung together to form ghungroos, a musical Anklet to the feet of classical indian dancer. The sounds produced by ghungroos vary greatly in pitch depending on their metallic composition . She walk to room, the ghungoos making sound, the wind is echoing its presence,adding the background song to ghungroos, she removed her bangles, suddenly some one pinned her to the wall He gripped her hair, firmly at the base of her neck tilting her chin antrorse, her eyes locked in his steely gàze, " I am proud of you Mahi" he said looking into her dark kajal bordered grey eyes. He is unexpected, I truly did not expect him or his effect on me, my heart, my mind, my feelings, He is the calming sound of the light , pitter patter of drizzle on April summer Sunday morning in my brutal, destructive hurricane .. She smiled, moved little away from him. He stood taking support of the wall, admiring her each and move. She is the winter, who love to melt in summer, showering drizzling rain Aroma, to fill my lungs to take a breath. He walked to her, without giving warning, capturing her lips, she widened her eyes, stood taken the support of dressing table His lips, full of dangerous intentions, fiercely claimed her...striking her sense..shocking her heart. He tasted like Ecstasy. ! She pushing him..and breathing heavily closed her eyes, he tucked her hair lovingly. she blushed and hugged her, he smiled said " I love you Mahitha Nayana.. She whispered " hold me tightly " He lifted her little up, taking her completely into his arms to reach to his height hugged her tightly , she wrapped her hands around his neck, the ghunghru, giving music to their heart beats Did you like the introduction.?? Let me know Let me know your opinion. Keep smiling Ignore mistakes Chandanakshi July30,2019

He's Inked. She's scarred. He and She. A Nameless Story. They met looking across the street. Then Things Happened. @FallingForTheScarred.

Like a spindle twisting the wool into thread, I twist my impromptu thoughts into poetry.

Love lives on forever and beyond, will Gabriel and Gwen's prove it? Might need a bowl of candies and handful of tissues 🤧

A moment in time when you suddenly understand. The mystery of the universe even if you can't unravel it all. The ways of man are mysterious indeed. In the end only three things matter : How much you loved, how gently you lived and how gracefully you let go of things not meant for you.

YOU CAN NOW LISTEN TO THE HINDI AUDIOBOOK, just on Audible! [ FEATURED ON WATTPAD INDIA'S JANUARY 2020 READING LIST: TEEN FICTION] A typical Indian family. A bit conservative, quite pushy and forcefully loving. And in the middle of that sits Shweta. She's a spunky eighteen year old with a mind of her own and a sassy mouth to match. She's got her own views about her life and doesn't hesitate letting other people know about it. Only it doesn't often bode well for her. This time, Shweta's really done it. She's done the unforgivable deed and lost her virginity to a boy who isn't even her boyfriend. Yet. If that wasn't enough, her period's gone missing. What happens when Shweta tells her mother the truth? Drama, of course. Only she hadn't expected things to fall apart as drastically as they do. Join Shweta as she tries to brush off slut shaming, keep her head high and try to find a place for herself in the judgy, conservative world. Will she succeed? Or will she bow her head and allow society to bend her into shape like countless before her? A coming-of-age story. [WORD COUNT: 51,000 WORDS] COMPLETED.