Lost
  • WpView
    Reads 72
  • WpVote
    Votes 0
  • WpPart
    Parts 3
WpMetadataReadOngoing12m
WpMetadataNoticeLast published Sun, Mar 3, 2019
MATURE CONTENT Ni bukan english story nor malay. Issa rojak thingy since my classmate nak sangat name our group projek Rojak. Tapi aku bantah sebab aku tak makan rojak. Eh. BUKU ni is kononnya about heartbreaks. Semua pengalaman heartbreaks aku letak dalam ni. Bukan aku jela ramai member aku. Pfft. Cara aku cerita ni kemungkinan santai or most of yall mungkin fikir aku poyo or anything sukahatila kalian. Otak unta memang ceni. pfft. Dalam ni besar kemungkinan ada SX18 content. Actually memang ada pun HAHAHA. Budak bawah 5 tahun jangan baca nanti terbantut. ok gais.
All Rights Reserved
#167
highschoolcrush
WpChevronRight
Join the largest storytelling communityGet personalized story recommendations, save your favourites to your library, and comment and vote to grow your community.
Illustration

You may also like

  • TEJNA
  • Meri - Tumhari - Humari adhoori kahaani
  • Peach Fuzz
  • Hate Me
  • If It Ain't Love, Then I Don't Know What Is
  • Bond To Him
  • 20th July - OMORI.
  • Blue Belt
  • Saudebaazi ~ A Tale of Devotion and Acceptance
TEJNA

"Ouchh," I cried trying to balance. I looked up at him with soft eyes, flushed cheeks. He looked into my eyes with his knitted ones. His hair lying over his sweaty forehead. I never presumed to glimpse him this close. His photographs conveyed his good looks but his dominating aura was hard to handle. I was feeling scared to even breathe in his arms. Bringing his fingers to my face he gently pushed hair strands behind my ear. I lowered my eyes feeling extremely shy. "Sambhal kar chaliye zara, har waqt bahein nahi hongi hamari sambhalne ko," he said in a scratchy tone. There was a hint of taunt present. I knitted my brows to his words and quickly matched his aura. "Hume chahiye bhi nahi," I said glaring at him. He shot his eyebrows a little and I pushed him to leave angrily. Turning around I stepped up on another dumbbell and slipped over it again. I threw my hands in the air for support and once again found him snaking my waist and pulling my back closer to his chest. "Are you sure," he asked over my ears. I angrily looked back at him, found him smirking. "Baahon mein girte girte, mohabbat me mat giriyega hamare," he whispered looking into my eyes. "Kabhi nahi," I replied and left. I royally ignored his taunt only to end up marrying him. Day by day my feelings for him grew stronger though finding happiness was becoming a risky game. But I was heartbroken upon discovering that he only married me out of pity and loved someone else who he was to marry. Not having parents from young age now made me helpless. It felt good to leave home where my family cared for me all these years, after my parents. I did not want to go back and be a burden again. But living this life with him didn't seem fruitful either. This is love story of Tejas Pratap Rathore and Sunaina Maan Singh. Storyline takes place in the early years of 21st century (2001). A beloved saga tying them together in love and commitment whilst they dwell over misunderstandings and growing feelings.

More details
WpActionLinkContent Guidelines