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©️ Original Story. I was acting. When I laughed... When I said I loved him... When I held his hand in front of everyone, When I laid my head on his chest and closed my eyes as if I were safe. He was acting too. When he whispered my name... When he held my waist in front of others... When he smiled at me like he was seeing something no one else could see. We both knew this was a fake relationship. An agreement, a deal, a shared play. But the problem is... Now, I don't know if I'm still acting or not. I don't know if I'm lying. I don't know if I'm fooling them... Or just fooling myself. So now I wonder: Am I doing this because it's my role... Or because I've started to want it for real? Are these my looks... Or the gaze of the character I'm playing? Did I fall for him... Or did I just grow tired of pretending? I feel at ease when he's near. Sometimes, I wish the play would never end. But does he feel the same way I do... Or is he simply better at pretending? When he placed his coat over my shoulders... When he stared at me under the pretense of thinking... When he held me when no one was watching... And whispered, "We're not alone." Did he mean what he said? Is he acting? Or is he just... too afraid to admit it? Too afraid to admit that he's started to feel something... That we've gone off-script And we are now writing scenes That never existed in the script. Maybe we don't really fall in love... Maybe we just slowly stop lying. So what happens at the end... When we can no longer tell When the lies began- And when they stopped?Complete
Choosing YOU
He was abandoned before he learned how to love - and she was thrown into his life by fate. Everyone thought they were just another arranged couple fumbling through married life. What no one saw were the storms behind closed doors. He didn't talk much - not about the family that left him,or the pain he never gave a name to. He carried his wounds like shadows, quietly, stubbornly. Until the day he broke - and told her the truth. A child born without warmth of a mother. Left behind like a secret. Raised without love. She tried to fix it - she really did. But healing doesn't always come from the ones who hurt us. So instead, she offered him something else: Her hand. Her heart. Her vow to stay. This isn't a story about saving someone. It's about standing with them when no one else will. And loving them until they finally start to believe they're worthy of it.Complete
Fletcher and Poppy
When you find out your entire marriage has been a lie... The night before our sixth anniversary, my in-laws told me that my husband had gone out on a date with his ex, and had run off on the morning of our wedding until his father forced him to come back. For six years, I thought we'd been happy and that my husband loved me. Everything was a lie. And things just kept getting worse.Complete
THE ONE for me
have u ever been love? Do you know how it feels get butterflies when you meet or talk? And you feel that you can do anything for them? I had felt all of them when I met him and I thought he is the one for me. Until the only one came for me He is nothing like sweet and butterflies, He is the fire that burned through my frozen world. He gave me what i want in his own way.
A knot tied by god
when an innocent man and childish girl met first time in their arranged marriage A MARRIAGE THAT FIXED BY HATING RELATIVES AND HELPLESS PARENTS hey guys, I'm starting another new story hope you all love this one it's starts with an arranged marriage when two strangers becomes wife and husband and how their journey will be move on..Complete
FRAGMENTED STRINGS ~ WHERE HEARTS COLLIDE
"ᴀ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛꜰᴇʟᴛ ᴛᴀʟᴇ ᴏꜰ ʟᴏᴠᴇ, ᴛɪᴍɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛɪᴇꜱ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʙɪɴᴅ" A love story that wasn't meant to be-until it was. They didn't believe in love, yet said yes to an arranged marriage. What starts as a quiet understanding slowly grows into something deeper during the months between engagement and vows. He falls first-but waits. She's unsure-but curious. Bound by tradition, they begin to write their own story. One that's full of unexpected feelings, silent confessions, and the kind of love that catches you off guard.
Malik and Jade
I thought our arranged marriage had turned into love for both of us. I discovered how wrong I was the day I gave birth to our premature son and found my husband taking comfort from another woman. The woman he loved.Complete
Married to you ✔
Arrange marriage, I hated to even hear about it. But my fate didn't favour me. Born into a conservative family, I had little say in the matter. I was made to meet men chosen for me, one after another. Each time, I found my own ways to be rejected and thankfully, they did reject me. But then he came. He was somehow different from the previous guys that I had met. Still, I tried the same tactic, hoping he too would walk away. Instead, he offered me a deal that was never meant to change anything. "We will marry each other and will be living under a same roof but we won't practically be husband and wife. Neither will I control you nor will you control me. Or let's just say we can be roommates." It was simple. Ridiculous but somehow strangely convincingly practical. Or so I thought. Because that one deal... changed my life forever. **** ~A love after marriage story~ It isn't as simple as you think. They will end up bickering over god knows what kind of stupid things. They will end up having cliche moments and at times you will go all aww on them. Just click the button 'Read' and be a part of their journey.Complete
©️ Original Story. I was acting. When I laughed... When I said I loved him... When I held his hand in front of everyone, When I laid my head on his chest and closed my eyes as if I were safe. He was acting too. When he whispered my name... When he held my waist in front of others... When he smiled at me like he was seeing something no one else could see. We both knew this was a fake relationship. An agreement, a deal, a shared play. But the problem is... Now, I don't know if I'm still acting or not. I don't know if I'm lying. I don't know if I'm fooling them... Or just fooling myself. So now I wonder: Am I doing this because it's my role... Or because I've started to want it for real? Are these my looks... Or the gaze of the character I'm playing? Did I fall for him... Or did I just grow tired of pretending? I feel at ease when he's near. Sometimes, I wish the play would never end. But does he feel the same way I do... Or is he simply better at pretending? When he placed his coat over my shoulders... When he stared at me under the pretense of thinking... When he held me when no one was watching... And whispered, "We're not alone." Did he mean what he said? Is he acting? Or is he just... too afraid to admit it? Too afraid to admit that he's started to feel something... That we've gone off-script And we are now writing scenes That never existed in the script. Maybe we don't really fall in love... Maybe we just slowly stop lying. So what happens at the end... When we can no longer tell When the lies began- And when they stopped?
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