Immortal Reflections

Immortal Reflections

  • WpView
    Reads 3
  • WpVote
    Votes 0
  • WpPart
    Parts 1
WpMetadataReadComplete Sun, Jun 21, 20261h 10m
WpInfo
Fiction
Fantasy
In a world where immortality is not a gift but a consequence, time does not heal-it remembers. There are places where reflections do more than mirror the present. They linger, distort, and sometimes reveal lives that were never meant to overlap. When fractures begin to appear between what is real and what is remembered, long-buried truths surface across lifetimes that were thought to be sealed away forever. As boundaries between eras weaken, individuals tied together by unseen forces find themselves pulled toward a conflict they do not fully understand-one that suggests immortality has a price far greater than endless life. Some will search for answers in the past, others in what the future refuses to become, but all will discover the same unsettling truth: every reflection carries a version of themselves that remembers more than they should. And not all of them agree on what should come next.
All Rights Reserved
#169
silentlove
WpChevronRight
Join the largest storytelling communityGet personalized story recommendations, save your favourites to your library, and comment and vote to grow your community.
Illustration

You may also like

  • The Unkown Husband
  • Reborn as the Villainess of the Rathores
  • Of Teeth and Tenderness
  • I Married His Brother
  • Marry the Ex-Boyfriend's Father
  • Not The Villain
  • As a Carpenter: Transmigrated into a Peasant Woman and taking care of my sickly
  • The Fake Young Master Stopped Competing After Getting Pregnant
  • Broken Promises
  • Guiding Hands

"Fair skin. Sweet voice. Flat tummy. Shy and gentle." If that's the checklist for a perfect heroine, let me save your internet data. I scored a solid zero out of five. My name is Priya. I'm 25, dark-skinned, 62 kg, and have a voice so heavy that delivery boys call me "Brother" on the phone. I never expected love. I just wanted to work my government job in Madurai and live freely. But without warning, my traditional, horoscope-obsessed father dropped a bomb: I was getting married in exactly two weeks. I didn't even see the guy's face properly before the Thali was tied. Now, I am stuck with Varun-a 27-year-old child specialist doctor at Madurai GH. He has a brilliant, smooth accent, a cool attitude, and a dangerously short temper. He didn't want this marriage either. This isn't a fairy tale. It's a forced reality between two total strangers. Click "Read" to see if we survive each other.

More details
WpActionLinkContent Guidelines