Waving my White Flag
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  • Parts 18
  • Time 10h 17m
  • Reads 189
  • Votes 36
  • Parts 18
  • Time 10h 17m
Ongoing, First published Apr 12, 2024
Mature
She was a villian in her own story. Everyone looked at her as a villian because she's a badass, trouble maker, and a heartless bitch. No one believes in her even her parents. She never felt love from anyone becuase she was loathes by her family except her grandparents. 

She met a man with the same attitude as her but their deference is this man is calm but as the same time dangerous and deadly. Their families are mortal enemies and have a lot of mysteries in the past. Can the two of them solve the mysteries of the past? Can love conquer all? Can they overcome those obstacle to be together or will they let the past conquer them?
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Khaali Raaste

13 parts Ongoing

She felt it before she saw it-the prickle of eyes on her skin, the unsettling sensation of being watched, even in a crowd. The feeling had started months ago, subtle at first, just a hint of unease that she brushed aside as paranoia. But as days turned into weeks, the sensation grew more intense, more insistent, like a shadow that followed her everywhere. Her friends called her dramatic, her mother worried she was overworking herself. But she knew better. It wasn't just her imagination. He was always there-just out of sight, lurking in the edges of her world, a dark figure woven into the fabric of her life. She caught glimpses of him in reflections, a fleeting silhouette in the corner of her vision. She could feel his presence, a heavy weight pressing on her chest, tightening her breath. He watched her with a hunger that burned in his eyes, an obsession that consumed him. She didn't know his name, didn't know his face, but she could feel the intensity of his gaze even when she was alone. It was a strange sensation, knowing someone wanted her so badly it bordered on madness. Her every move was marked, every breath counted. She was no longer living in a city, but in a cage-a cage he had built, without bars or locks, yet impossible to escape. He had chosen her, marked her as his own, and now there was no turning back. She's his obsession, and he's her obsessive stalker. What she didn't know was why. Why her? Why now? And what would he do if she tried to run? The answer was simple-he would never let her go