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Will you ever gonna love me as I am [Slow Update]
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    Time 32m
Ongoing, First published Sep 25, 2020
Story of a carefree, smart, funny but loving, caring Girl who has a gift of giving. She never wished anything from life because she had everything, a loving father, a caring mother, loyal friends. 

Until that one unfortunate night when her world flipped upside down. She is forcefully imposed into a new world. World which was non-existing for others. About which they have only heard in friction. But suddenly that's become her reality.

This is a story of Kayla, finding her identity in new world, making a mark for her in her beloved ones heart.

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His mistress

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Loving him was the cruelest kind of torment-a love that lived in the shadows, one that could never bask in the warmth of the sun. I was nothing more than a stolen moment, a whispered name in the dark, a secret he tucked away between the life he had built and the one he wished he could have. I knew, deep down, that I was a fracture in his story, a fleeting escape from the weight of his reality. And yet, I still clung to him, to the illusion that for a few precious hours, he was mine. But the truth was relentless-it came in the form of unanswered texts, in the way he dressed hurriedly after loving me, in the way he said her name with the same tenderness he once gave me. I had given him my heart, knowing he would never be able to keep it, and yet, I loved him still. Loved him as I watched him walk away, loved him as he returned to the arms of the woman he truly belonged to, loved him as I drowned in the loneliness he left behind. Because no matter how much I wished it to be different, I was not his home-I was just a place he visited before going back to where his heart truly lived.