Parallel
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Ongoing, First published Apr 14, 2015
Harper Mayfield has eluded the stereotypes of normal teenage experiences and come to terms with the fact she will grow old with a large number of cats. It isn't until she visits her Great-Aunt Lydia in New York, she notices she's missing out on life. Then, Harper receives a mysterious box with her Grandmother's name on it. After opening the box, she discovers a collection of diaries. Dorothy, living in the Great Depression, has everything. Especially, the boy everyone wants, Charlie. As Harper reads Dorothy's diary, she realizes her Grandmother is not who she thought she was. When a mysterious boy shows up to Harper's school, her world begins to change even more. As Harper reads the way Dorothy writes about Charlie, she realizes her feelings toward the mystery boy are the same. Just as Harper begins to realize parallels between her and Dorothy's lives, Dorothy's life is turned upside down. The plot thickens and the last journal goes missing. Will either of their lives ever be the same?
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This was my first time. I patiently waited for the man Dua Begum told me would be my first to bed with. After starting to bleed two years ago, my stepmother left me at a pleasure house when my father abandoned us. Since then, I've accepted the pleasure house as my new home. He walked in a black Kurta with subtle green eyes and a deep voice. The moment he asked my name and age and then proposed to me for the wedding, I fell in love. There was no denying it. I was just fifteen, and he was nineteen. But, ever since the night of our wedding, he has not come back to take me with him to his home. He left me alone, stranded, burning for him. I did not know who he was. What did he do? All I knew was that he was the soul of my World. My Jaan-e-Jahan. Seven years later, he came back as a storm in my life. As Sultan Rehman Sulaiman. The son of the man who took everything from my family, even before my birth. The reason I ended up in the Pleasure House in the first place. But my love for my husband, the Sultan, is bigger than the mountains, deeper than the oceans, and wider than the skies, even though he is himself a Mountain, impossible to move, an ocean, scaring people to stay away, and a wide sky, impossible to reach. Discipline is everything for him. He is full of love and respect for his family but equally heartless and dangerous toward those who cross him. And, in all of this, I entered his life as a burning flame, a tiny candle's flame, dancing for his attention, crying for his affection, and dying for his love. Until he killed my only loved one. My love died. And, his never bloomed. I was once a bud, unbloomed Rose, who opened my deep red petals for him, and he turned them black, leaving me forgotten inside the dying pages. Was I always forgotten for him? Did he never consider me anything more than a mere responsibility? Will I always be remembered as Bride of Sultan ~ The Forgotten Rose? Mature Content!!! @Copyright 2025