Ephemeral Love 📖

Ephemeral Love 📖

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"You're the girl who forced my heart to race, even though I am at peace but you ruin it in seconds" he stammered. Her heart skipped slightly. "I know I am married but what about my heart, which wants to see you every single time like you are the only heartbeat" *** "I am feeling like I forgot something more precious than anything" he whispered, closing his eyes. She didn't speak but her heart was crying inside. She knows who the person is. He was drained in deep slumber because of the hectic day. A silent tear rolled down, she stared at his face "I hope you never get your memories back this time only you and me" she whispered subtly. *** It's a halal fanfiction but in the book, it has some violence. If you are comfortable with this then read. A REQUEST FOR YOU ALL Please don't judge my book without reading and understanding. English is not my native language.
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Reincarnation.. A word that carries the weight of centuries - the silent truth whispered in the blood of every soul. It is the return... not by choice, but by fate's command. When one life ends, the soul does not vanish - it drifts through the abyss, carrying the scars, the sins, the love, and the wounds of a thousand yesterdays. In every lifetime, we fulfill some desires, yet others remain... aching, unfinished, echoing like a cry that cannot fade. Those incomplete longings are carved into our karma, chaining us to the wheel of time. And so, we are born again - into a new body, a new story - yet haunted by the wrath born of one-sided love's pain and searing anger, and by tragedies we could not escape. The past is never truly gone... it waits for us, just beyond the veil And I'd choose you; In a hundred lifetimes, In a hundred worlds, In any version of reality I'd find you and I'd chose you - The Chaos of Stars "Some nightmares don't end when you wake up-they follow you through lifetimes, waiting to claim you again." "The past never dies-it waits. And when the time is right, it drags you back, piece by terrifying piece."

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