𝐈𝐧𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄

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اسمات بیبی جونگکوک جیمین خشن دی رمنس کوکمین

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اسمات بیبی جونگکوک جیمین خشن دی رمنس کوکمین

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Fri, Aug 22, 2025

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Fri, Aug 22, 2025

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He was waiting outside the OP, there for his student who had been injured during a fight over a phone. As he sat, casually glancing at his own phone, he suddenly heard the faint sound of a baby crying. Curious, he turned toward the sound-and froze. There, outside the pediatric care unit, sat his wife with their son crying in her arms. His heart ached-it had been months since he last saw his son. His gaze shifted to his wife, gently consoling the child. Her face looked tired, pale, and completely drained. Without a second thought, he stood, tears welling in his eyes. Each step he took felt heavy, his chest tightening with every cry from his son. As he neared, he saw her clothes were faded and worn. Her feet were bare, hardened from walking-clearly straight from the farm. His heart clenched. His eyes moved to his son-he had grown so much. She was so focused on calming the baby that she didn't notice him at first. Tears filled her eyes as she held their feverish child close. He softly called her name. Startled, she looked up-and froze. Then she quickly lowered her gaze and tried to get up. He gently placed a hand on her shoulder, stopping her. She sat back down, turning her face away, quietly wiping her tears. He reached out to take their son. The moment he held him, he felt the heat-his little body was burning with fever. A chill ran through him. After all these months, seeing his child like this was unbearable. He loved his wife and son deeply, but his loyalty to his mother-and obedience to her word-always came first. Between a mother who owned his soul and a wife who held his heart, he was a man torn in a cruel war of love and loyalty. And she-she had given her all to a promise whispered beneath the sacred fire... never knowing that one day, she'd be holding her child, with nothing but a faded vow.

Heer~THE UNWANTED DAUGHTER by saranya_writez

Heer sharma, a smart and intelligent girl who lives with her mother, and has no idea about her father. What will happen when one day , she has to live with her father's family which has her step mother and 6 half brothers, because her own mother had the last stage cancer and cant survive anymore? How will Heer manage to live in that house? TROPES~ High school romance 6 Protective Half brothers Bad boy x good girl Best friend's sisterxBrother's best friend He fell first and harder No bullying 12th x 11th Rom-com Bold girl Backbencherxtopper Family love

မင်းရဲ့ဖြစ်တည်မှုကို ငါလက်ခံမယ်.... ပိုကောင်းမွန်တဲ့ ဖြစ်တည်ခြင်းဆီကို လျှောက်လှမ်းနိုင်ဖို့ ငါက အမြဲမင်းနဲ့အတူ ဘေးနားမှာရှိနေပေးမယ်.... အနဂ္ဂဘုန်းမြတ် တစ်ယောက်ယောက်က ငါ့ဖြစ်တည်မှုကို အလေးထားတယ် မြတ်နိုးတန်ဖိုးထားပေးတယ်ဆိုတဲ့ အသိက ငါ့ကို ရူးမတတ်ဖြစ်စေတယ်..... ထိန်လင်းသာ

°• My rose in the farthest st☆r •° by AhuraPk

•~{کامل شده}~• و اون روز تو تبدیل به گل رز من ، رو یک ستاره خیلی دور شدی... ••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• عنوان: °• My rose in the farthest st☆r •° نویسنده: AhuraPakzad ژانر : درام | رمنس |

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AKSHAT SINGHANIA - A literature professor in Singania Institute of Arts and Commerce. He is soft and caring person with a tough exterior, who doesn't believe in love or marriage because of his parent's broken relationship and his ex wife's betrayal. As a professor, he's dedicated to his work, and his no-nonsense attitude masks a softer side. AMRIT TRIPATHI - She is a straightforward but introvert student, embodying simplicity and honesty. While others vie for the attention of their stern professor, Akshat, Amrit remains unnoticed until life takes an unexpected turn. Her future dream is to become an writer and she is starting her PHD. However their fates intervened when Akshat had to marry Amrit for saving her from humiliation. Jump inside to join their journey ✨

صـوت حسراتـه تزرف الگلب وانا دموعي ماتوگف أمسحهن بعصبية ويردن يطيحن گالي بصـوت مقهور - لا تبچيـن. - كلشي ضدنا ، محـد ويانا. - الله ويانا. - اذا تزوجنـا يكتلونك. سحب نفس شمر جگارته وگام يوگف يدوس عليها ويگلي - لو ثمن زواجنا أنكتل أخيّط ثوب عرسچ من شرايـيني. رقصة الدم الأخيرة رواية عراقية درامية رومانسية .. رقصة الدم الاخيرة

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Here is my 2nd KrisHo fic. Firstly, I just want to write One Shot but now it becomes Three Shot. Don't curse me, hehe. Please Enjoy! 90' Bow

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The Faded Vows

He was waiting outside the OP, there for his student who had been injured during a fight over a phone. As he sat, casually glancing at his own phone, he suddenly heard the faint sound of a baby crying. Curious, he turned toward the sound-and froze. There, outside the pediatric care unit, sat his wife with their son crying in her arms. His heart ached-it had been months since he last saw his son. His gaze shifted to his wife, gently consoling the child. Her face looked tired, pale, and completely drained. Without a second thought, he stood, tears welling in his eyes. Each step he took felt heavy, his chest tightening with every cry from his son. As he neared, he saw her clothes were faded and worn. Her feet were bare, hardened from walking-clearly straight from the farm. His heart clenched. His eyes moved to his son-he had grown so much. She was so focused on calming the baby that she didn't notice him at first. Tears filled her eyes as she held their feverish child close. He softly called her name. Startled, she looked up-and froze. Then she quickly lowered her gaze and tried to get up. He gently placed a hand on her shoulder, stopping her. She sat back down, turning her face away, quietly wiping her tears. He reached out to take their son. The moment he held him, he felt the heat-his little body was burning with fever. A chill ran through him. After all these months, seeing his child like this was unbearable. He loved his wife and son deeply, but his loyalty to his mother-and obedience to her word-always came first. Between a mother who owned his soul and a wife who held his heart, he was a man torn in a cruel war of love and loyalty. And she-she had given her all to a promise whispered beneath the sacred fire... never knowing that one day, she'd be holding her child, with nothing but a faded vow.

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