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Just as Aanya turned a page, her phone buzzed. It was her best friend, Meera, calling from halfway across the world.

"Late-night reading session?" Meera teased.

"And living my best life in this dreamy satin nightgown," Aanya replied with a laugh.

"Oh, that's the one you were raving about!" Meera said. "I need to see these collections you keep talking about. Send me the link or some pictures. Maybe it's time I treat myself too."All Rights Reserved

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Part 2= Threads of Comfort
Thu, Jan 9, 2025

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ᴋᴀʟᴀɴᴋ : ᴀ sᴀɢᴀ ᴏғ ʟᴏᴠᴇ & ᴠᴇɴɢᴇᴀɴᴄᴇ. (ᴅᴜᴇᴛ #𝟶𝟷) by iraverse66

"Humare kareeb aayengi to tabah ho jayegi aap, dur rahiya humse." His words came out low, almost a whisper, but they struck like a blade to her heart. [ You will be destroyed if you come close to me, stay away from me.] And then, without another word, he turned and walked away. ✨✨✨ "Devarsh, please stop! Please listen to me once! Please, Dev...!" Her voice cracked as she chased after him, her feet splashing against the rain-soaked road. Her foot collided with a jagged stone, and she stumbled, crashing onto the wet asphalt. Pain shot through her ankle, and blood seeped from the fresh wound, mixing with the rain. But she didn't stop. She pushed herself up, trembling, drenched, and breathless, forcing her legs to move again. She ran. Ran as if her life depended on it. But the road stretched empty before her. He was gone. Just as blind to her as he had always been. Yet, she kept going,when suddenly- A deafening horn. Blinding headlights. A sickening crash. The impact sent her body flying through the air before she slammed against the cold, merciless ground. Blood-warm and thick-poured from her head, trickling down her face, her arms, her legs. Pain rippled through her, but it felt distant. Almost numb. Her body lay motionless on the rain-drenched road, but her lips quivered, murmuring the only name she had ever known as her own destruction. "De....Dev..." Her breath hitched, her vision darkening. "Aap...aapne kaha tha... hum tabah ho jayenge..." (You said I would be destroyed...) "Ho gaye hum tabah..." (I am destroyed...) "Aapki mohabbat ne tabah kar diya hume..." (Your love has ruined me...) And with that final whisper, her world faded into nothingness.

The Luminosity of Love by C4t1l1n4

I hold a hand to my face, taking a deep breath. "That's fine, I'll get some later. I just don't understand how you were able to chase away the dark." Y/n turned her gaze to the wall, mumbling something so I couldn't hear. "What'd you say?" I asked. She laughed, shaking her head. "Nothing, just... something stupid." I smile and rub my thumb over her knuckles. "Come on, tell me. I'm not going to judge you." "Promise?" "I promise." She sighs before saying, "Maybe it was the luminosity of love," throwing her head back for dramatic affect. I stifle a laugh and she glares at me. "Hey! You said you wouldn't judge." "No, I'm not judging you! It just sounds funny." She huffs, glaring at the wall. I smile before mumbling, "the luminosity of love, I like it." Markiplier X reader Collab number: Who even knows With @abigailwright7

𝐈 𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐕𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 ! (#3) by writingsbyrayy

Vansh and Roshni are college friends. Vansh was a business man who had a bad childhood with his parents having a unhealthy relationship which made him not believe into marriage or love. Roshni was a fashion designer and a girl full of life but unlucky in relationship which didn't really bother her too much. When her best friend Aadhya got married, her mom started pressurizing her for marriage so she came up with a plan to escape this pressure. She decided to fake date with Vansh because he was the only guy from the group who was single. She thought that by doing this her Mom will have a guarantee that she will marry after few time and meanwhile she will come up with an idea to get rid of marriage but the tables are turned. Her mom now pressurize her double than before and now they have to marry each other. Roshni is not really happy about it but Vansh was because he liked her since college days but kept denying it. Both of their lives were never perfect and perfection was almost a myth for them. It's interesting to see how this marriage will turn a myth into a reality and how they fall for each other. Will this marriage be a success or will their marriage fail and break into million pieces? Note: This story contains smut. This story will make more sense if you have read the other two sequence of 'I don't believe' series. If you haven't then no worries it won't be a much problem.

Soulbound in Rajgarh: a tale of a Indian princess' s Ghost by megh_writes

The night of her wedding, Princess Meera Shree Rajput stood adorned in red and gold, her heart pounding with an inexplicable dread. She turned, hearing footsteps, and saw him-her groom, his face hidden behind a dark mask, his hand gripping a gleaming sword. Before she could react, he struck. Pain tore through her chest, and as her life faded, she glimpsed his retreating form, leaving her to the silence. When she opened her eyes again, she was no longer alive. She stood, watching her lifeless body, trapped within the palace walls, an invisible spirit, unheard and unseen. Centuries drifted by, and she watched the world change from her prison, yearning for release, but bound to the place of her death. One night, as she looked up at the moon, her silent prayers for freedom met the sudden sound of a car's approach. She turned to see a man stepping out-a powerful, intense figure, his dark eyes piercing through the shadows. Her endless solitude shattered, as his presence stirred something deep within her, something long forgotten.

Am I Married? by ficrom

Samara comes closer to me, now studying my face. Her eyes are wandering all over my facial features. I contort my face in confusion at her weird stares, "Umm, hey--" "Listen, can you wear my wedding dress and be a bride at my place?" She questions. Ec- excuse me? I give her a long stare. I think she is joking and would burst into laughter any minute...but she doesn't. Her face has no trace of humour. "What?" I quirk up my brow. "You have to be a bride at my place." She repeats with no hesitation. Cold shiver trickles through me. ... 18 years old Sanaya Frances, grew up in an orphanage, is finding ways to earn more to gather money for her college tuition fee. She gets a chance to work as a house cook for Hobsons - one of the richest families in New York City. At the job interview she finds that Hobsons's second son, Ashar Hobsons is getting married within a month. On the wedding day, the bride disappears, asks Sanaya to be at her place until she returns. The real bride hides Sanaya's face with a veil, so that no one can recognize the different face. She comes back, but it was too late. The rings were already EXCHANGED. 25 years old, Ashar Hobsons, a successful businessman, decides to marry his childhood friend, who is also a daughter of close business ally. On a wedding, he is utterly unaware that the bride behind the veil who is taking marriage vows with him is not his fiancee, but a new, young cook. His bride-to-be deceived him and the worst part is, she made him married to a teenager he barely remembered. Two complete strangers. Accidental marriage and their confused marital status. This doesn't sound easy and surely doesn't sound romantic. ... Book cover credit: @wasphoria

30minutes (Complete) by thatonemanar

"I'd be lying if I said that I don't dream of a wedding like this anymore.. Sometimes in my dreams I see her.. stunning a white dress with her hair tied up in an elegant bun, I take her hand and help her go down with me to exchange the marriage vows and not just our hearts but our last names become one.. We dance as our laughter fill the place under the sun, She says yes to me announcing to the entire world that out of everyone I was her choice.. We promise each other to stay together through the sorrows before joys She then whispers to my ear with some words that I fail to hear because of all the noise, but the feeling of her breath alone makes me fail to keep my poise.. And when everyone gets back to their lives after gathering to rejoice with us.. I get her to be all mine.. as this thought floods my mind, I cross all the lines.. When we finally get to once again intertwine. In my dreams.. everything is heartwarming just like the smile she gave me the very first time we talked.. in my dreams everything is perfect just like her.. My only love, my fairytale.."

World's Best Bumble Match by larrysbraverainbow

When life gives you bad dates, ghosting, and a whole lot of bad decisions, what do you do? You swipe right, duh. Aanya's world is a hot mess-heartbreak, nightmares, and a past she's not ready to confront yet. But one thing's for sure: she's done with playing by the book. Enter her new mission: "self-discovery". Sound boring yet? It's all about living life to the fullest-meeting new people, figuring out her identity, and "swiping right" to every opportunity that comes her way, pun intended (even if it involves questionable decisions). Swiping through Bumble on a whim after one eventful night suddenly lands her in a whole world of connections, late-night talks, songs that speak louder than words, and moments that make her laugh till her stomach hurts. And somewhere along the way, a spark of something real begins to form-whether it's with Bumble or with someone specific, well, that's for her to find out. From college fests and concerts to figuring out what it means to truly be yourself, this book is meant to be a journey of joy, chaos, and discovering that maybe-just maybe-the best love story is the one where you fall in love with yourself first.

Falling Again by depressedn0nce

My lips touch his again and it's a lot more rough. I know we both need this, we both crave the others touch. It's intoxicating. He pushes the straps of my dress down to my hips and he reaches out and palms my breasts in both his hands. A small moan leaves my mouth and he captures it in his. Taking another step, the back of Jacob's knees hits the bed and he falls back, pulling me with him. The length of my dress stopped me from straddling him so I just lay on top of him. Jacob moans into my mouth and flips us over so that he's hovering over me. ---------------------------- Jacob is angry. He's angry at how Aria used him and he's angry that she didn't love him when he loved her. Aria is scared. She's not ready to face her past and she's scared that being reunited with Jacob will take her back to those days. Can they get past anger, betrayal and fear and can they finally love each other how they deserved to be loved since the very start? -second chance romance -right person, wrong time

Bad rules by khadijachekifa

what are you doing here its fucking eight in the morning" "so?" I sighed knowing he's probably not a morning person and never wakes up at any hour before 10 AM on weekends "nothing I just dont wake up this early on weekend" he sighed again then yawned "well you better get dressed because we're starting the decorating in an hour now that you just woke up" I said pointing for him to go back to wherever his room is so he can get dressed "oh what's wrong, you dont think I'm dressed if I'm wearing only sweat pants" he said with a fake frown on his face "yes now get back to wherever you came from and put on a shirt" as much as I enjoyed the view it's wierd being alone with him like this "nah" he replied "I like it like this" "Whatever" I rolled my eyes ------------------------------------------- a social popular girl with an infinit 'TO DO LIST' controled by her parents learns from her 'bad boy neighbor' how to break the rules when they realize they have fallen for each

My Sweet Nightmaren (Male Reala X Female Reader) by Rosie_Tea_Time

Living in the real world has many stresses and dreaming feels so freeing! Y/n just wishes she could stay there... Reality or Dreams... Dreams or Nightmares... "You say you're a nightmare, but you're a dream too me.♡"

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ᴋᴀʟᴀɴᴋ : ᴀ sᴀɢᴀ ᴏғ ʟᴏᴠᴇ & ᴠᴇɴɢᴇᴀɴᴄᴇ. (ᴅᴜᴇᴛ #𝟶𝟷) cover

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𝐈 𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐕𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐏��𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 ! (#3) cover

Soulbound in Rajgarh: a tale of a Indian princess' s Ghost cover

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World's Best Bumble Match cover

Falling Again cover

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ᴋᴀʟᴀɴᴋ : ᴀ sᴀɢᴀ ᴏғ ʟᴏᴠᴇ & ᴠᴇɴɢᴇᴀɴᴄᴇ. (ᴅᴜᴇᴛ #𝟶𝟷)

"Humare kareeb aayengi to tabah ho jayegi aap, dur rahiya humse." His words came out low, almost a whisper, but they struck like a blade to her heart. [ You will be destroyed if you come close to me, stay away from me.] And then, without another word, he turned and walked away. ✨✨✨ "Devarsh, please stop! Please listen to me once! Please, Dev...!" Her voice cracked as she chased after him, her feet splashing against the rain-soaked road. Her foot collided with a jagged stone, and she stumbled, crashing onto the wet asphalt. Pain shot through her ankle, and blood seeped from the fresh wound, mixing with the rain. But she didn't stop. She pushed herself up, trembling, drenched, and breathless, forcing her legs to move again. She ran. Ran as if her life depended on it. But the road stretched empty before her. He was gone. Just as blind to her as he had always been. Yet, she kept going,when suddenly- A deafening horn. Blinding headlights. A sickening crash. The impact sent her body flying through the air before she slammed against the cold, merciless ground. Blood-warm and thick-poured from her head, trickling down her face, her arms, her legs. Pain rippled through her, but it felt distant. Almost numb. Her body lay motionless on the rain-drenched road, but her lips quivered, murmuring the only name she had ever known as her own destruction. "De....Dev..." Her breath hitched, her vision darkening. "Aap...aapne kaha tha... hum tabah ho jayenge..." (You said I would be destroyed...) "Ho gaye hum tabah..." (I am destroyed...) "Aapki mohabbat ne tabah kar diya hume..." (Your love has ruined me...) And with that final whisper, her world faded into nothingness.