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Ongoing, Unang na-publish Jan 08
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At Hogwarts, the scars of the war against the Carrows insurgence are still fresh, but for Johnny Kavanagh, the real battle is in his own head. 

He is Gryffindor Golden Boy, a Quidditch star with a future as bright as his magic and a family that represents everything good and grounded in the Wizarding World. He has everything, except for the pieces of his past that keep slipping through his fingers like smoke. He is haunted by a voice he doesn't recognize and a pair of grieving green eyes that burn behind his eyelids every time he blinks.

Then there is Tara Lynch. The Slytherin Ice Queen, a "Carrow supporter" to some and a "Death Eater" to others. Once whispered to be the second coming of Rowena Ravenclaw, Tara is now a girl being systematically erased. With her wand snapped by the Ministry and a Restricting Order cutting her off from the siblings she would die to protect, she is waiting for the world to forget she ever existed.

But behind the insults and the house rivalry lies a secret corner in the Restricted Section, the scent of dark coffee, and a love so dangerous that someone rewired the world just to keep it hidden. When a chance encounter triggers a violent magical collapse, the barrier around Johnny's mind begins to crumble.

As the sparks of a suppressed soul-bond flare to life, Johnny and Tara must decide if they are willing to face the truth: that the person you were made to forget is the only one you can't live without.
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This story is written mostly in English (about 98%), with some Telugu (about 2%) along with translations. -------- He rose slowly, still holding her hands. She stepped closer. Closer. So close that the boat rocked faintly beneath them. Then, standing on her toes slightly, she reached up and held his shoulders to steady herself. He instinctively moved his hands to her waist so she wouldn't lose balance. The anklets chimed softly and then.. she bent her head forward.. slowly. Her forehead touched his. The red kumkum on her forehead brushed against his skin, leaving a faint, sacred mark just above his brows. He froze. Neither of them moved. Her eyes were closed and his breath stopped.. the contact was simple. Sacred. When she finally spoke, her voice was barely above a whisper, but steady. "If you are my light," she murmured, her forehead still resting against his, "then let me mark you as mine before the world does." She lowered herself slowly, but didn't move away. Her eyes searched his. "You don't need a ring to bind me," she said softly. "And I don't need a ceremony to know what you mean to me." Her fingers brushed the red mark she had left on him. "This," she smiled faintly, "is my answer. My acceptance." His fingers tightened unconsciously around her waist. "I am yours," she whispered. "And you are mine. Not for a moment. But for every day that comes after." And she slowly moved into his embrace and hugged him, holding him a little tighter than usual, like she never wanted to let go. They stayed there for a while longer, not speaking. Everything you're about to read is true... but I've never confessed to him in real life. The story ends with a plot twist my real life hasn't caught up to yet. Happy reading 🩷
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Tholi Prema: First Love

30 parte Ongoing

This story is written mostly in English (about 98%), with some Telugu (about 2%) along with translations. -------- He rose slowly, still holding her hands. She stepped closer. Closer. So close that the boat rocked faintly beneath them. Then, standing on her toes slightly, she reached up and held his shoulders to steady herself. He instinctively moved his hands to her waist so she wouldn't lose balance. The anklets chimed softly and then.. she bent her head forward.. slowly. Her forehead touched his. The red kumkum on her forehead brushed against his skin, leaving a faint, sacred mark just above his brows. He froze. Neither of them moved. Her eyes were closed and his breath stopped.. the contact was simple. Sacred. When she finally spoke, her voice was barely above a whisper, but steady. "If you are my light," she murmured, her forehead still resting against his, "then let me mark you as mine before the world does." She lowered herself slowly, but didn't move away. Her eyes searched his. "You don't need a ring to bind me," she said softly. "And I don't need a ceremony to know what you mean to me." Her fingers brushed the red mark she had left on him. "This," she smiled faintly, "is my answer. My acceptance." His fingers tightened unconsciously around her waist. "I am yours," she whispered. "And you are mine. Not for a moment. But for every day that comes after." And she slowly moved into his embrace and hugged him, holding him a little tighter than usual, like she never wanted to let go. They stayed there for a while longer, not speaking. Everything you're about to read is true... but I've never confessed to him in real life. The story ends with a plot twist my real life hasn't caught up to yet. Happy reading 🩷