ADA AKU, KAMU DAN NEGARA
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âðâ ð ðð¥ðšð° ðð®ð«ð§ ððšðŠðð§ðð âðâ ~ð ð¬ððšð«ð² ð°ð¡ðð«ð ððšðð¡ ð¢ð§ðððð ð¡ððð ðððð¡ ðšðð¡ðð«, ðð®ð ð¬ðšðŠððð¢ðŠðð¬ ððð¬ðð¢ð§ð² ððšðð¬ð§'ð ððððð©ð ð¢ð! ⧠Prologue "à€®à€Ÿà€à€ à€€à¥à€à¥à€¯à€Ÿà€µà€° à€ªà¥à€°à¥à€® à€à€¹à¥." Majha tujhyavar prem aahe. "I'm in love with you," he said. His voice was rough. Low. And in Marathi-for the first time. He never spoke in his mother tongue before. But now... he did. For me. And in that moment, I didn't know whether to smile... or shatter. Was I supposed to feel happy? Because all I felt was numb. I couldn't believe this was real. Not him. Not this moment. It felt like a cruel, twisted fantasy. No. No, this can't be happening. It's my birthday. Maybe I drank too much. Maybe I'm hallucinating. Or maybe... he's playing with me. Again. "You're not lying... right?" I asked, my voice barely a whisper. My heart pounded like a warning siren. This felt like a game. A trap. His expression didn't change- but something in his eyes shifted. Dark. Unreadable. Dangerous. Why now? Why me? Tears stung the corners of my eyes, and I hated that he saw them. Because the truth is- I don't know how to react to a man who once broke me... now telling me he loves me. Not when his love feels like poison- sweet on the surface, deadly underneath. And yet, a part of me wanted to believe him. Wanted to fall. Even if I knew I'd be falling onto broken glass. Because that's what his love is. Beautiful. Addictive. Painful. And now it's mine. Whether I survive it or not... ⧠ð ðšð« ðð¡ð ðšð§ð ð°ð¡ðš ð¢ð¬ ð°ðð§ðð¢ð§ð ððšð« ðð¡ðð«ð ððð¥ð®ð¥ð® ððšð®ð©![GOOD NIGHT | .jshk [âïž]](https://img.wattpad.com/cover/251259715-256-k117065.jpg)
GOOD NIGHT | .jshk [âïž]
good night ; y. amane x f. reader! ââ â fabricated love my dear ! â &&. just your average , cliche , love story between two teenagers . yet as day's continue to past , one realizes . this isn't the cliche love story she hoped for at all . + COMPLETED ! fluff , angst , romance . [ + foul language & triggering topics .]Concluida![ððð€ð ðð ðð¬ ðð ððŒ ðð§ð ðð¬ ððððð¡ð¢ð§ð [[áŽ.áŽ.Ꭰ+ áŽ.áŽ.Ê]]](https://img.wattpad.com/cover/236606473-256-k221348.jpg)
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ðð¡ð ð°ðð§ð ððš ð ðð¥ð®ð ð°ð¢ðð¡ ð¡ðð« ðð«ð¢ðð§ðð¬ ððš ðð«ð¢ð§ð€ ððšð« ðð¡ð ðð¢ð«ð¬ð ðð¢ðŠð ððððð« ðð¢ð§ð¢ð¬ð¡ð¢ð§ð ð¡ðð« ðð¡ð¢ð«ð-ð²ððð« ðð±ððŠð¢ð§ððð¢ðšð§. ðððð«ð¢ðð¥ð¥ð ð°ðð¬ ð ðð ð²ððð« ðšð¥ð ð¯ð¢ð«ð ð¢ð§ ð°ð¡ðš ð¡ðð ð§ðð¯ðð« ð€ð¢ð¬ð¬ðð ðð§ð²ðšð§ð ððððšð«ð. ðð¡ð ðŠðð ð ð¬ðð«ðð§ð ðð« ðð ð ðð¥ð®ð, ððððšðŠð©ðð§ð¢ðð ð¡ð¢ðŠ ððš ð ð¡ðšððð¥, ð¡ðð ð¡ðð« ðð¢ð«ð¬ð ð€ð¢ð¬ð¬ ðð§ð ð¥ðšð¬ð ð¡ðð« ð¯ð¢ð«ð ð¢ð§ð¢ðð². ðð¡ð ðð§ð£ðšð²ðð ð¡ðð«ð¬ðð¥ð. ðð¡ðð§ ð¬ð¡ð ðð°ðšð€ð ðð¡ð ð§ðð±ð ðŠðšð«ð§ð¢ð§ð , ðð¡ð ðŠðð§ ð°ðð¬ ð ðšð§ð, ð¡ð ð¥ððð. ðð¡ð ððšð®ð§ð ðšð®ð ð¬ð¡ð ð°ðð¬ ð©ð«ðð ð§ðð§ð ð ððð° ðŠðšð§ðð¡ð¬ ð¥ðððð«. ðð¡ð ððšð§ðð¢ð§ð®ðð ððš ð ðš ððš ðð¡ð ð¡ðšððð¥ ð¢ð§ ðð¡ð ð¡ðšð©ðð¬ ðšð ð«ð®ð§ð§ð¢ð§ð ð¢ð§ððš ðð¡ð ðŠðð§, ðð®ð ððððð« ððšð®ð« ðŠðšð§ðð¡ð¬, ð¬ð¡ð ð ðð¯ð ð®ð©. ðð ðððð§ððšð§ðð ð¡ðð«, ð¥ððð¯ð¢ð§ð ð¡ðð« ððš ðððð ðð¡ð ð¬ð¢ðð®ððð¢ðšð§ ðð¥ðšð§ð.Concluida
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"ð ð°ðð¬ ð¬ðš ðð¥ð¢ð§ððð ðð² ð²ðšð®ð« ð¥ðšð¯ð, ðð¡ðð ð ððšð®ð¥ðð§'ð ð¬ðð ðð¡ð ð«ððð¥ ð²ðšð®" ___ Disclaimer: Similarities to people, places, or situations are purely coincidental and have no connections to the story. (I did not make this cover in anyway. This was made from the originally chapter 19 cover. All rights of the original art goes to Gege Akutami)
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ððð«ð«ð²ð¢ð§ð ðð² ððšð«ðð¢ð§ð ð ððšð®ð©ð¥ð ð°ð¢ð¥ð¥ ð§ðšð ð¥ððð ð ð¡ðð©ð©ð² ð¥ð¢ðð ðð®ð ðŠðð² ðð ð²ðð¬ ðŠðð² ðð ð§ðšð. ððš ðð¡ð¢ð¬ ð¢ð¬ ð°ð¡ðð ð¡ðð©ð©ðð§ ððš ð ððšð®ð©ð¥ð ðð®ð ð°ð¢ð¥ð¥ ðð¡ðð² ðð ð¡ðð©ð©ð².ð°ð¢ð¥ð¥ ð€ð§ðšð° ð¢ð ðð² ð«ðððð¢ð§ð ðð¡ð ð¬ððšð«ð². ððšðð¡ ðŠðð«ð«ð¢ðð ððš ðð¡ðð¢ð« ð©ðð«ðð§ðð¬ ððšð«ðð ðð§ð ðð¥ððð€ðŠðð¢ð¥ ðð®ð ððš ðð¡ðð¢ð« ðððð¥ ðð¬ ðð¡ðð² ðð¢ð ð§ðšð ð¥ð¢ð€ð ðð¡ðð¢ð« ð¥ðšð¯ðð ðšð§ðð¬ ððððð®ð¬ð.....ððšðð¡ ð¥ðšð¬ð ðð¡ðð¢ð« ð¥ðšð¯ðð ðšð§ð ðð² ðŠðð«ð«ð²ð¢ð§ð ðððð¡ðšðð¡ðð«. ðð¢ð¥ð¥ ðð¡ð ð°ðšð«ð "ðððð" ðð¥ðšðšðŠðð ð¢ð§ð¬ð¢ðð ðð¡ððŠ? ðð¡ð² ðð¢ð ðð¡ðð¢ð« ð©ðð«ðð§ðð¬ ððšðð¬ð§'ð ð¥ð¢ð€ð ðð¡ðð¢ð« ð¥ðšð¯ðð ðšð§ðð¬? ðð¢ð¥ð¥ ðð¡ðð² ððšð§ððð¬ð¬ðð ðððð¡ðšðð¡ðð«? ðð« ðð¬ ððð¬ðð¢ð§ð² ð¡ðð¯ð ðð§ðšðð¡ðð« ð©ð¥ðð§? ðððð ðð¡ð ðððšð«ð² ððš ðð§ðšð° ðððšð®ð ðð........â€Concluida![ðŸððððððŒ | [ðð²ðšðŠðð§ ðð®ð€ð®ð§ð]](https://img.wattpad.com/cover/332513854-256-k690857.jpg)
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Hey Wattys! This Story is just because I wanted to try something romantic and I don't think that long stories would be helpful! Would it ? So yes! This Story would have more excerpts maybe from Balh or Ktbm or it may not be from any one as it could have been my own Creation ð. Please support me with this! I do know that I am bad at updates but this one would inspire me to update soon! I promiseð. ~ JoyousMiser Best ranking : #1 in RAYA ( 21/03/2019) #1 in BALH (29/06/2020) ®Mature content! All copyrights reserved ©Concluida
âðâ ð ðð¥ðšð° ðð®ð«ð§ ððšðŠðð§ðð âðâ ~ð ð¬ððšð«ð² ð°ð¡ðð«ð ððšðð¡ ð¢ð§ðððð ð¡ððð ðððð¡ ðšðð¡ðð«, ðð®ð ð¬ðšðŠððð¢ðŠðð¬ ððð¬ðð¢ð§ð² ððšðð¬ð§'ð ððððð©ð ð¢ð! ⧠Prologue "à€®à€Ÿà€à€ à€€à¥à€à¥à€¯à€Ÿà€µà€° à€ªà¥à€°à¥à€® à€à€¹à¥." Majha tujhyavar prem aahe. "I'm in love with you," he said. His voice was rough. Low. And in Marathi-for the first time. He never spoke in his mother tongue before. But now... he did. For me. And in that moment, I didn't know whether to smile... or shatter. Was I supposed to feel happy? Because all I felt was numb. I couldn't believe this was real. Not him. Not this moment. It felt like a cruel, twisted fantasy. No. No, this can't be happening. It's my birthday. Maybe I drank too much. Maybe I'm hallucinating. Or maybe... he's playing with me. Again. "You're not lying... right?" I asked, my voice barely a whisper. My heart pounded like a warning siren. This felt like a game. A trap. His expression didn't change- but something in his eyes shifted. Dark. Unreadable. Dangerous. Why now? Why me? Tears stung the corners of my eyes, and I hated that he saw them. Because the truth is- I don't know how to react to a man who once broke me... now telling me he loves me. Not when his love feels like poison- sweet on the surface, deadly underneath. And yet, a part of me wanted to believe him. Wanted to fall. Even if I knew I'd be falling onto broken glass. Because that's what his love is. Beautiful. Addictive. Painful. And now it's mine. Whether I survive it or not... ⧠ð ðšð« ðð¡ð ðšð§ð ð°ð¡ðš ð¢ð¬ ð°ðð§ðð¢ð§ð ððšð« ðð¡ðð«ð ððð¥ð®ð¥ð® ððšð®ð©
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