Dawn's Song
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  • Reads 1,024
  • Votes 31
  • Parts 10
  • Time 9m
Complete, First published Apr 29, 2012
New Orleans, 1920's. This is a series of extracts of an African American girl's journal as she grows up and lives through the ups and downs of life.
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This was my first time. I patiently waited for the man Dua Begum told me would be my first to bed with. After starting to bleed two years ago, my stepmother left me at a pleasure house when my father abandoned us. Since then, I've accepted the pleasure house as my new home. He walked in a black Kurta with subtle green eyes and a deep voice. The moment he asked my name and age and then proposed to me for the wedding, I fell in love. There was no denying it. I was just fifteen, and he was nineteen. But, ever since the night of our wedding, he has not come back to take me with him to his home. He left me alone, stranded, burning for him. I did not know who he was. What did he do? All I knew was that he was the soul of my World. My Jaan-e-Jahan. Seven years later, he came back as a storm in my life. As Sultan Rehman Sulaiman. The son of the man who took everything from my family, even before my birth. The reason I ended up in the Pleasure House in the first place. But my love for my husband, the Sultan, is bigger than the mountains, deeper than the oceans, and wider than the skies, even though he is himself a Mountain, impossible to move, an ocean, scaring people to stay away, and a wide sky, impossible to reach. Discipline is everything for him. He is full of love and respect for his family but equally heartless and dangerous toward those who cross him. And, in all of this, I entered his life as a burning flame, a tiny candle's flame, dancing for his attention, crying for his affection, and dying for his love. Until he killed my only loved one. My love died. And, his never bloomed. I was once a bud, unbloomed Rose, who opened my deep red petals for him, and he turned them black, leaving me forgotten inside the dying pages. Was I always forgotten for him? Did he never consider me anything more than a mere responsibility? Will I always be remembered as Bride of Sultan ~ The Forgotten Rose? Mature Content!!! @Copyright 2025
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In a world where fate is as fickle, Pari, a once genius woman, suddenly awakens as a vulnerable fifteen-year-old girl, her spirit trapped in a body reviled by all. In a kingdom veiled in shadows, she encounters Prince Veer, a man of striking charm yet burdened by a reputation as cold as winter's bite. Known throughout the kingdom for his ruthless demeanor, he is a figure of both admiration and dread. The people speak of his heartlessness, but behind the mask lies a troubled soul concealed beneath layers of ice. As their paths intertwine, a tale of redemption, love, and the clash of destinies begins. In this realm where lives are woven together by fate, can an enduring bond rise from the ashes of scorn?