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Abhiranika ~ The Withered Princess
I was in love with a man I knew nothing about. Until I was wedded to the one I was destined for. I thought it would be easy to forget him and move on with my life. I was ready to give it a chance. He had broken my heart, after all. But things don't always go the way you want, do they? Everything changed when I stepped into this marriage and realized it needed me more than I needed it. I had a huge family. A whole line of brothers-in-law and a grumpy sister-in-law, who was also once my best friend. I did as I was told. I didn't even give it a thought, how drastically my life was about to change because of this decision. Love doesn't always bloom roses in your garden. Sometimes, it leaves behind dead trees that never bloom, no matter how many springs come and go. I was that tree. My husband was everything a woman could ask for. I don't know if he hated me or not... but I was certain I couldn't give him the true love he deserved. Every time I think of it, I realize I am just a withered Princess. No matter how many roses my husband blooms for me, I will always be crushed beneath the weight of my past and mistakes. As always, I found myself standing by the window, feeling the cold air kiss my cheeks while my husband slept on the bed behind me. I rubbed my arms to warm myself. The moon was pretty.
ဇာတ်လိုက်မင်းသားအဖေနှင့်လက်ထပ်ခြင်း
This novel is not mine. I'm just a humble translator. Unicode ပြန်မွေးဖွားလာတဲ့ အမျိုးသမီးတစ်ယောက်အကြောင်း ဝတ္ထုထဲက ဇာတ်လိုက်မင်းသားရဲ့ မွေးစားအဖေဖြစ်သူ တင့်ရှဲ့ဟန်ဟာ တ-ရွှမ်မင်းဆက်မှာ နာမည်ကျော်လူပျိုကြီးတစ်ယောက်ဖြစ်တယ်။ စစ်နတ်ဘုရားလို့လည်း ဂုဏ်ပုဒ်ကြီးတဲ့ တင့်ရှဲ့ဟန်ဟာ အမျိုးသမီးတွေအတွက် အဆိပ်ရှိတဲ့ ဥစ္စာပေါရုပ်ချောခင်ပွန်းလောင်းလည်း ဖြစ်နေပါသေးတယ်။ သူ့ကို တသက်လုံး လူပျိုကြီးဘဝနဲ့ အရိုးထုတ်ရတော့မယ်လို့ အများက တစ်ထစ်ချယုံကြည်ထားကြပေမယ့် မြို့တော်မှာ ကောလဟလတစ်ခု ပြန့်လာခဲ့တယ်။ အဲ့ကောလဟလက တင့်ရှဲ့ဟန်ရဲ့ အရိုက်အရာဆက်ခံမယ့် မွေးစားသားဖြစ်သူနဲ့ စေ့စပ်ထားတာပျက်သွားတဲ့ ကျန်းနင်ဘောင်အမည်ရ ချန်နင်အိမ်တော်ရဲ့ စတုတ္ထမြောက်သခင်မလေးဟာ သူမ အရင်သတို့သားလောင်းရဲ့အမေဖြစ်ချင်နေတယ်ဆိုတာပါပဲ။
La voz fue oída y la corte comía melones
Song Yaoyao era huérfana en su vida anterior. Tras graduarse de la licenciatura, la maestría y el doctorado, se convirtió en médica militar. Después de morir de agotamiento por realizar cirugías a una edad temprana, renació en una dinastía imaginaria: el Reino de Tianfeng. En esta vida, el padre de Song Yaoyao es un funcionario de cuarto rango del Ministerio de Hacienda, y su madre es la hija legítima de un general de segundo rango. Es amada por sus padres y hermanos. Con una familia y un estatus tan privilegiados, ¡decidió renunciar por completo! El lema principal de Song Yaoyao en esta vida es: ¡beber hoy y preocuparse mañana! Tan pronto como nació, Song Yaoyao quedó atada a un sistema de alimentación basado en el consumo de melones. ¡Song Yaoyao no sabía que, desde su nacimiento, sus padres y hermanos podían oír su voz! Autor: 逍遥赵公子 ESTA HISTORIA NO ES MIA
333 ONLY HALF DEVIL
الشقة 333 "نعم كانت هي.. كانت نفس الشقة التي بدأ بها عذابي.. هكذا وقفت امامها ذلك اليوم قلبي ينبض بجنون ابحث عن الحب الذي لن اجده فيها يوماً .. بل وجدت بدله نصف الشيطان الذي كنت انا احمل نصفه الاخر.. اجل كانت حياته بين يدي وكان موتي بين يديه سلسلة وحوش بشرية الكاتبة : أصالة روز
Vihika - "An Eternal Flame of Love"
"I will break you beyond repair".... Vihaansh growled. "But I will cherish you and heal you till my last breath," Ishika replied, her voice unwavering. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- "Rose, I beg of you... If you want you can kill me, but please don't leave me Jaan, Take me along, please...?" Vihaansh pleaded, tears streaming down his face and his sobs wrenching from the depths of his soul. But no reply... ‐‐-----------‐------------------------------------------------- Here Starts a tale of a ruthless man's guilt-driven story, who is left all alone in the World and has no one to wipe his tears, give him a shoulder to sob, be a reason to smile. But he can't end his life because ......... Because she left behind their cherished symbol of love, a testament to their once-shared bond, with every breath he takes, he relives the moment she departed, a silent witness to the pain that now defines his existence. She left their Symbol of love with him. But he only breathes he left living the moment she left him. He behaves like a happy daddy before their bacha. He is a perfect Dad. But he remains haunted by the absence of a motherly presence for his daughter. He can't even share his sorrow, his dismay. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- What will happen to him as he carries the weight of his guilt? Can he ever find a way to make up for his mistakes and find happiness again? All rights are reserved by your author @Rashi_Jha🌼(by me ofc) #65 Wattpad #95 wattpad #1 in the Eternal Series .......UNDER EDIT............Complete
Father Emperor, Stop Eavesdropping on My Thoughts!
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The First and Forgotten Wife
Two maids were cleaning a vast chamber when the younger maid asked the older one, "Didisa, you have been working in the palace for two decades right. Please tell me why are we cleaning this already clean chamber?". The older one smiled and said, "Although this chamber is always kept clean, it should be cleaned before anyone can reside here. And above all, our Ranisa is coming back to the palace". The younger maid didn't seem to accept it as a good news and said, "Whoever may come, but they cannot become equal to our choti Ranisa. She is the most kind, generous and sweetest person I have ever seen. She had never gotten angry on any maids even if they make mistakes. Take my example, I have made such a blunder on my first day here, but choti Ranisa accepted me as her own maid. Who can match her in kindness or even sword fight? And moreover she is Ranasa's heart beat". The old maid sighed and said, "Our Ranisa may not hold the heart of Ranasa. She may not be well versed in sword fight. But there is a reason why she is still our Ranisa. Sometimes one may have to be harsh to deliver justice and not just compromise between the victim and the tormentor. The people should have some fear about getting punished if they do wrong. And that charisma is with our Ranisa". ----------------------------------------------------------- A young girl of 17 years, looked at the retreating back of her newly married husband with a sad face. Just then her brother-in-law seated beside her husband's empty seat said, "Why are you sad, Bhabhisa?". She replied, "It's Nothing devarsa". He glanced back at his bhabhisa one more time and thought, "I don't know when bhaisa will open up with bhabhisa about his heart. She thinks that he is not fond of her. But how would one explain, why he ate the saltless food without a complaint and glared at me to keep my mouth shut. Unless it is for his beloved wife".
𝐑𝐨𝐨𝐩 : 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐁𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞 || 18+ ✔︎
#𝐓𝐨𝐩 8 𝐢𝐧 𝐈𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐚 - 𝟐𝟕/𝟎𝟖/𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟔 #𝐓𝐨𝐩 𝟓 𝐢𝐧 𝐈𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐚 - 𝟐𝟖/𝟎𝟖/𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟔 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 3 𝐎𝐅 : 𝐀 𝐑𝐎𝐘𝐀𝐋𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 ┈➤ 𝐀𝐛𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐚𝐧 𝐑𝐚𝐣𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐡 x 𝐑𝐨𝐨𝐩 𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐞 She was promised to him before she even knew what love meant. He grew up knowingshe would one day be his. Roop was just a little girl when her family made a promise... A promise that one day, she would become bhimaan's wife. For her, it was nothing more than a childhood promise she barely remembered. But for him? He never forgot. Years later, the little girl he once knew is all grown up-and the promise made in their childhood is finally becoming reality. • A childhood promise. • An arranged marriage. • Two families. • Two hearts growing closer with every passing day. 🫶🏻 Between their endless nok-jhok, playful teasing, family chaos, stolen smiles, and Abhimaan's quiet care... Roop slowly begins to realise that the boy she grew up with isn't just her childhood friend anymore. He's her husband. Her safe places about a childhood promise that turned into a beautiful forever. Because some love stories begin long before you even realise you're in love. ✨Complete
The Man Destined To Kill Me Became Obsessed
Yara Isaye loses her family in an accident. Two days later, she wakes up in a novel she once read, as the story's villainess, Yara Julian Isaye. Tyrannical, cruel, and unforgiving. Destined to be rejected by her own family, and the one fated to die at the hands of the Empire's most unfeeling man. She already knows how it unfolds. So she keeps her distance. She does not reach for them, does not question the role she has been given. It is easier to accept what has already been written than to hope for something else. Grief dulls everything else, whether she lives or dies no longer feels important. Until the story begins to shift. A hesitation where there should be indifference, a quiet concern that does not belong, and the man who was meant to kill her, once distant, and unmoved, no longer looks at her as he should, but with something far more difficult to name. Yara tells herself it changes nothing, because some endings are deserved. Aren't they? [Disclaimer: English isn't my first language so expect grammatical errors]
I was in love with a man I knew nothing about. Until I was wedded to the one I was destined for. I thought it would be easy to forget him and move on with my life. I was ready to give it a chance. He had broken my heart, after all. But things don't always go the way you want, do they? Everything changed when I stepped into this marriage and realized it needed me more than I needed it. I had a huge family. A whole line of brothers-in-law and a grumpy sister-in-law, who was also once my best friend. I did as I was told. I didn't even give it a thought, how drastically my life was about to change because of this decision. Love doesn't always bloom roses in your garden. Sometimes, it leaves behind dead trees that never bloom, no matter how many springs come and go. I was that tree. My husband was everything a woman could ask for. I don't know if he hated me or not... but I was certain I couldn't give him the true love he deserved. Every time I think of it, I realize I am just a withered Princess. No matter how many roses my husband blooms for me, I will always be crushed beneath the weight of my past and mistakes. As always, I found myself standing by the window, feeling the cold air kiss my cheeks while my husband slept on the bed behind me. I rubbed my arms to warm myself. The moon was pretty.
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