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Pulse Between Pages

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LECTURES 1,575
Votes 979
Chapitres 41
Durée 4h 16m

Before the books and the blackboards.

Before the scholarship letter that made her father cry on the prayer mat.

Before she stood at the gates of the university, shoulders square against a world that had always demanded more than she had to give-

There was silence.

The kind that filled the room when she first entered the world. No cries. No laughter. Just a mother bleeding regret and a father bleeding pride.

Jadwa Abdulrahman did not arrive with a golden spoon or a warm welcome. She was born into a quiet rebellion-two hearts that chose love over legacy, and paid for it with hunger and exile. Her name meant gift, but in those first days, she felt more like a burden that no one came to lift.Tous Droits Réservés

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WHATEVER, POLICE OFFICER , écrit par aishatu_xx

Copyright© 2021. All rights reserved. The trees swayed ominously, their interwoven limbs resembling outstretched arms beneath the ethereal ghost moon. Growls emanated from the darkness, just as she had suspected. The fierce wind lashed at the hood of her raven hoodie, wrenching it from its ties, leaving her vulnerable to the freezing winter assault. Fear surged, each breath creating a visible fog. Her heart pounded in her chest, but she refused to give in. She had come too far to let fear overcome her. Summoning every ounce of strength, she sprinted down the dark, unknown path, urging her feet to carry her to a mysterious and enigmatic destination. She would not remain tethered to the stranger her father had forced her to marry while she had been fighting for her life in a hospital bed. How could he have done such a thing to her? Her hatred for him intensified tenfold... The relentless pursuit abruptly halted, her voice releasing a high-pitched yelp at the unexpected sight. Before her stood her rejuvenated nightmare, her husband. She was not the least bit frightened, but the man had pledged to her father that he would stay married to her for eternity. "Seems like we're destined to be shrouded in this ominous darkness," he grinned, his smile dripping with menace, sending shivers down her spine. The desperate words she willed her mind to say failed to escape. Her retort of "Whatever, Police Officer" deserted her.

Her Simplicity,His Obsession , écrit par _fyrdausidoko

He had everything a man could want. Money,Power,Women...just name it. In Abuja's elite circles, his name alone sent whispers across luxury halls and glass towers. Men envied him. Women dreamed of him. He never needed to chase ,the world bent to his will. She wasn't the type to stand out in a crowd. Not the loudest. Not the flashiest. Not the one dripping in gold or painted in colors that demanded attention Her life was simple. A modest home in a middle-class part of Abuja, mornings filled with the chatter of children at school. Her simplicity was his undoing,And he was ready to burn everything, everyone even her peace just to make her his. Not because of beauty that glittered Not because of words that flattered But because of something rarer...

Loving in Monochrome: The Girl I Saw That Day, écrit par porqueee

"He saw the world in black and white... until he met the girl who loved in every color." Aiden Castillo never believed in fate - only in timing, and how often it betrayed him. High school was a blur of laughter, failed crushes, and questions about what *real love* should feel like. But everything changed when he stepped into college - a new world, new faces, and one familiar name that never left his memory: "Selene Villarez". From awkward texts and first ice cream dates, to quiet nights under the city lights - their story grew in unspoken words and half-meant glances. She was a mystery, a girl who loved both men and women, and yet made Aiden feel seen for the first time. But love, like all fragile things, isn't always painted in color. Sometimes it blooms in shades of gray - between friendship and romance, hope and heartbreak. This is the story of how it all began. A story of first love, almost love, and the moments that made Aiden believe that even monochrome can be beautiful.

A journey Through Regret (On Going), écrit par abubakarzaimat

All she ever wanted was to be seen. Not the best school. Not the richest house. Just love. But what happens when those meant to protect you are the first to abandon you? She thought being Head Girl at South Park International was the dream- Secret parties. Praise. A man's love. Until one night One drink Changed everything and the only thing that ever mattered... Was taken. Not in love. Not in marriage. But unknowingly. A pregnancy no one wanted. A slap that echoed louder than her cries. A marriage she never chose. ______________________________ "You called me a disgrace... but what do you call parents who abandon their child emotionally?! What do you call a mother who only shows up to criticise? A father who's more present in the community than in his own home?!" My mum scoffed. > "So you found love in the arms of some lowlife boy? How smart, Noor. You're just like those dirty girls on the street!" Her words stung. I glared at her. > "Don't you dare call me dirty," I said. "I became who I am because you weren't who you should've been. You helped write this story." "You'll abort that bastard "That 'bastard' is my baby. And she's the only one who hasn't hurt me." I turned to my dad. "You want me to fix it by pretending it never happened? Kill a child for your dignity?" "Watch your tone!" he yelled. "No! YOU watch yours! Where were you when I was crying myself to sleep? When I begged for your attention with my silence?! I reached for the knife on the table. My mother's eyes widened. "Noor, don't!" she shouted. I held the knife to my chest. "Kill me, then. Do it. Because I'm tired of living in this prison you call home. At least if I die, I'll finally get your full attention." --------- *A Journey Through Regret is a powerful tale of neglect, rebellion, and redemption. But will regret be the end... or the beginning of her healing? . Follow my pen-this story will stay with you. Drama, twists, and a ride you won't forget. Buckle up!

"The First Kiss Was Goodbye" by miss bidhuri , écrit par RimTanvi

💔 The First Kiss Was Goodbye 💔 She hated him without a word. He loved her without a chance. Tanvi and Rudra never spoke. Yet their silences screamed. She called him arrogant, unreadable - the boy she claimed to hate but couldn't ignore. He watched from afar, silently falling for the girl who was never his to love. When fate forced their paths to cross, sparks didn't fly - they smoldered. In glances. In tension. In the way his touch branded her skin like a secret. But love is never enough in a world ruled by silence, family, and sacrifice. She left with no goodbye. He broke without a sound. One kiss. Too late. Too full of everything they never said. This isn't a love story. It's a heartbreak that lingers, a slow burn that never dies. Because some souls don't move on... They wait.

Qaid-e-Ishq, écrit par Humnasyed2023

He had always ruled his world with iron-every law, every gaze, every word binding those around him. Then she arrived, fragile in appearance, fearless in spirit-a spark he neither wanted nor could resist. She should have bowed. She should have obeyed. But desire does not listen, and neither does love when it is a cage. And thus began their Qaid-e-Ishq-a prison of passion, power, and defiance.

Beneath his name , écrit par Aurelia_dawn_writes

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆'𝒔 𝒂 𝑻𝒖𝒓𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝒔𝒂𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈; "𝑩𝒊𝒓 ç𝒊𝒇𝒕 𝒈ö𝒛𝒆 âş𝒊𝒌 𝒐𝒍𝒖𝒏𝒄𝒂, 𝒅𝒊ğer 𝒈ö𝒛𝒍𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒌ö𝒓 𝒐𝒍𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒖𝒏." 𝑊ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑓𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑖𝑛 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑎 𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑟 𝑜𝑓 𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑠, 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑏𝑒𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑏𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑠. _________________________________________ Ayesha Iqbal Khan's life is held together by quiet strength and exhaustion. She's lost too much, carries too many burdens, and still manages to be kind. The bakery her mother left behind is barely surviving, her little brother depends on her, and she's convinced she doesn't need anyone. Crying feels weak. Love feels impossible. For her . She's an eldest daughter. Then came Musa a broke, stubborn stranger who wouldn't stop showing up. He had nothing, yet somehow gave her everything she'd forgotten she needed: laughter, chaos, and a reason to hope again. (Someone in disguise) ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ he muttered softly after burning his hand, "I just don't want to disappoint you." Ayesha raised an eyebrow, deadpan. "You're already a disappointment. How much worse can you get?" He gave her a look, "Thanks for the support." She smiled slightly, "Anytime." -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- She tried not to like him. She really did. "I hate everyone," she muttered. "Except me, right?" "Especially you." ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ sometimes, the people who arrive uninvited... are the ones written in your destiny. ------------------------------------------------------------------------

Qadr (Even this was decreed), écrit par byzaina

She lost the love she never expected to live without. She found a love she didn't know could exist. But the world isn't done testing her heart ,and keeping Haidar might be harder than she ever imagined.

All That We Never Said, écrit par thethinker266

Avira Mehra has lived her life in quiet compliance. Her days are a careful rhythm of expectations - school, home, and the soft, suffocating reminders of a future she never chose. She speaks softly because her words are weighed before they leave her mouth. She smiles because it is easier than explaining the hollow ache in her chest. She exists in a house filled with love, but not freedom - where her father's word is law, her mother's silence is agreement, and her own desires are something she has learned to fold away, like letters that will never be sent. Her marriage has been arranged since she was sixteen. The man is good enough, her parents say. Stable, respectable, the sort who will "take care" of her. Avira has seen him in meetings heavy with awkward politeness. She tells herself it will be fine. It always is. People get used to these things. She will get used to it too. Still... sometimes she wonders if life is meant to be endured instead of lived. Sometimes she catches herself watching the world outside her window - the laughter of strangers, the recklessness of youth - and she feels a pull, sharp and unnameable, toward something she's never had. And then Pretibha Singh arrives. She is the kind of girl people turn to look at - loud without speaking, sharp without trying. Pretibha wears her freedom like it was stitched into her skin, unashamed, unafraid, untouched by the chains Avira has known all her life. She is everything Avira was told not to be, and perhaps that is why Avira cannot look away. One evening, under the dim glow of a streetlamp, Avira asks the question that has been burning her alive. "If things were different... would you stay?" Pretibha's gaze holds hers for a long, breaking moment. When she finally answers, her voice is softer than Avira has ever heard it. "If things were different... you wouldn't need to ask." And Avira realizes - some people don't just change your life. They show you the life you'll never have.

Women's Chambers , écrit par ameenaumar

In the ancient kingdom of Jalil Madu, silence holds more power than a sword. Behind the carved doors of the royal palace, whispers travel faster than truth, and every woman carries a secret that could unmake a king. When Zubayr, a cold, devout teacher and hidden prince, takes a student as his wife, the kingdom stirs. What began as punishment becomes something darker a bond, neither mercy nor distance can break. Jiddah, once naive and reckless, returns to the palace transformed graceful, dangerous, unreadable. Her husband returns to find the girl he knew replaced by a woman he can no longer control. In the women's chambers, alliances shift, envy breathes, and shadows listen. A crown is about to change hands. A death will silence one heir. And between Zubayr and Jiddah, love is not tender. It's a game of faith, fury, and quiet revenge. No one speaks openly in the Women's Chambers, but everyone is watching.

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Her Simplicity,His Obsession cover

Loving in Monochrome: The Girl I Saw That Day cover

A journey Through Regret (On Going) cover

"The First Kiss Was Goodbye" by miss bidhuri cover

Qaid-e-Ishq cover

Beneath his name cover

Qadr (Even this was decreed) cover

All That We Never Said cover

Women's Chambers cover

WHATEVER, POLICE OFFICER

Copyright© 2021. All rights reserved. The trees swayed ominously, their interwoven limbs resembling outstretched arms beneath the ethereal ghost moon. Growls emanated from the darkness, just as she had suspected. The fierce wind lashed at the hood of her raven hoodie, wrenching it from its ties, leaving her vulnerable to the freezing winter assault. Fear surged, each breath creating a visible fog. Her heart pounded in her chest, but she refused to give in. She had come too far to let fear overcome her. Summoning every ounce of strength, she sprinted down the dark, unknown path, urging her feet to carry her to a mysterious and enigmatic destination. She would not remain tethered to the stranger her father had forced her to marry while she had been fighting for her life in a hospital bed. How could he have done such a thing to her? Her hatred for him intensified tenfold... The relentless pursuit abruptly halted, her voice releasing a high-pitched yelp at the unexpected sight. Before her stood her rejuvenated nightmare, her husband. She was not the least bit frightened, but the man had pledged to her father that he would stay married to her for eternity. "Seems like we're destined to be shrouded in this ominous darkness," he grinned, his smile dripping with menace, sending shivers down her spine. The desperate words she willed her mind to say failed to escape. Her retort of "Whatever, Police Officer" deserted her.