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  • Drifting, Dreaming, Defying by Richie_004
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    Torn between love that never came and friendships that felt like home, Ivy built her dreams in silence, craving a future that was truly hers. But loss came like a storm, leaving only anger in its wake. Her world unraveled, her ambitions cracked-but not for long. She rose, stronger than before, chasing everything she once dreamed of. And then, there was him-steady, warm, unshaken by the storm within her. In his quiet embrace, chaos felt less lonely, and for the first time, she wondered if love could be something she didn't have to chase. Drifting, Dreaming, Defying-a story of loss, ambition, and the hands that pull us back when we think we're too far gone.
  • Chup Kyun Rahi? by siddhiishere
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    Ek aurat har jagah sirf ek object ban kar reh jaati hai-kabhi school me, kabhi office me, kabhi apne hi ghar me. Yeh kahani uski hai, jo sirf jeena nahi, balki samaj ki soch badalna chahti hai.
  • the space between glances  by xJune_Authorx
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    Manju has never believed in being chosen. She has learned to take up little space, to exist quietly, to be grateful for what doesn't ask too much of her. Her body, her presence-she has made peace with them in her own way. Then there is Raghav. Always respectful. Always distant. Always looking when he thinks she isn't aware. She doesn't know when his glances began to matter. Only that they do. And that the space between them feels filled with something fragile, something terrifying, something that might be love.
  • PATTERN OF THE CUT by somedaystranger
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    She thought it was just a mirror. She was wrong. Some reflections don't belong to you. Some rituals are not meant to be remembered. And some men don't come into your life to save you... they come to study you. One stands in the shadows, whispering rules that were never written. The other watches with calm eyes, collecting pieces like evidence. Between them, she doesn't know whether she's the subject... or the experiment. Nothing is what it seems. Not the mirror. Not the ritual. Not even the truth. And the worst part? You won't know who the real villain is - until it's too late.