you, my beloved
- Bacaan 21
- Undian 12
- Bahagian 5
our first meeting was so beautiful_______
I never thought I would fall in love with you at fast Singh____________
It still amozes me to think about it _________
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✿when it happened again✿(ON HOLD)
☆"The kitchen floor was cold. Mahira sat with her back against the wall, her phone pressed to her left ear.Her eyes burned. Tears slipped down her face faster than she could wipe them away. Each breath felt wrong. Too fast. Too deep. Too difficult. As if someone had reached inside her chest and forgotten to leave enough air behind. The call rang once, Twice, Three times. Then it connected. "Hello?" Mahira opened her mouth. Her throat felt packed with stones. She tried again. Another breath. The sound of her own breathing echoed through the phone. "Mahira?" The voice on the other end sounded confused now. "Mahira, what's wrong?" The voice came from the other side. "Wait... are you... crying?" Concern at first. Then panic. "Paani pi bhai, sab theek ho jayega. Kya hua? Bata mujhe." Her hands wouldn't stop shaking. Mumma was asleep in her room. Her siblings were in theirs. The whole house was quiet. "Vo... vo..." She tried to speak. The words got stuck somewhere between her chest and her throat. "Bhai..." Another sob escaped before she could stop it. "Kaise bataun?" Because where was she supposed to start? Even if she told her the reason, she wouldn't understand. Not because she didn't care. Because there was too much. Too many things that had happened before this moment. Explaining it would mean answering a hundred questions. And mahira didn't have enough energy left for even one. "Bhai, paani pi pehle. Tension mat le. Main hoon." Mahira pushed herself up from the floor. Her knees nearly gave out beneath her. The room tilted for a second. She reached for the bottle on the counter. One sip. Then another. Then another." ☆ ✿Mahira used to believe lightning never struck the same place twice. Life disagreed. ~When It Happened Again~
Smriti Charita: Before The Crown
Ancient India. 600 BCE. The age of the sixteen great kingdoms. The age of questions that would shape civilizations. From the sacred ghats of Kashi to the great university city of Takshashila - where students from every corner of the ancient world come to learn, to debate, to become - this is the story of one girl's final year at the edge of everything she has known. Smriti carries her city in her bones. Kashi: the luminous one, the city of Shiva, the place where the sacred and the everyday are the same thing - gave her its hunger for questions, its refusal to accept easy answers, its understanding that knowledge and beauty are not opposites but the same force moving in different directions. She dances this knowledge. She debates it. She carries it through the corridors of Gyanpith like a lamp she is not sure she is allowed to set down. Smriti's final year at Gyanpith, the great seat of learning at ancient Takshashila, should be should be her finest. Instead it becomes the year she must answer the one question she has always outrun: She is everything - but which everything is she allowed to be? When Ekaksh of Avanti - prince of the fierce western kingdom, painter of extraordinary precision, a man of such complete stillness that rooms reorganize themselves around him, finally looks at her and asks a question about her dance that no one has ever thought to ask, something shifts in the architecture of her world. And suddenly Smriti, who is afraid of nothing except her own uncertainty, is afraid. Because Ekaksh doesn't want the dancer or the budding philosopher or the merchant's daughter or the girl from Kashi. He wants all of it. All of her. At once. Without asking her to choose. Which means she has to. And Smriti, who has always known her own mind, does not yet know her own heart well enough to trust what it is telling her. Before the crown. Before the choice. Before everything - there is a girl who must first learn who she is.
When Aly found Ethan
"Darling, you're the one I want In paper rings, in picture frames, in all dreams You're the one I want In paper rings, in picture frames, and all my dreams Oh, you're the one I want" ~paper rings by Taylor Swift Heartbreaking, mind-wrecking story of how Aly saves Ethan in ways she never imagined, and Ethan hopes she never would. Ethan, a loner who never had friends, but also someone who never tried to make one. Aly, who was the only bright thing in his life ever since she entered it when they were kids. This is a journey of two individuals with completely opposite personalites, but finding their way to each other. (Dual pov, the storyline alternates between past and present. Please check out the TWs.)
DIL KE DHAAGE
"DIL KE DHAAGE" - a story of two souls connected by words long before destiny let them meet. Yash and Akruti were once just two strangers behind a screen, sharing secrets, laughter, and late-night conversations without ever knowing what fate had planned for them. But time created distance, conversations faded, and they became nothing more than forgotten memories in each other's lives. Years later, destiny brings them face to face in college unaware that the person standing in front of them is the same one who once knew their heart better than anyone else. Friendship blooms again, memories slowly return, and hidden emotions begin to find their way back. Will they recognize the bond that was never truly broken? Or will fate pull apart the threads that once tied their hearts together? Some connections may fade with time... but a few are written forever in the "dhaage" of destiny. ────୨ৎ──── Yash × Akruti "From strangers to the reason behind each other's smiles." DIL KE DHAAGE dusky_diaries
WOVEN BY HEARTS
✦ Woven By Hearts ✦ Some stories are written by destiny, while some are stitched together by broken hearts and unspoken emotions. Rivan Singhania - a powerful businessman feared by the world, a man whose heart turned cold long ago. Emotionless, ruthless, and trapped behind walls no one could break, love was the last thing he ever expected to find again. Roohani Ahuja - a soft-hearted girl with dreams in her eyes and music in her soul. Gentle, innocent, and full of warmth, she unknowingly walks into a life completely opposite to hers. Bound together by an arranged marriage neither of them truly desired, two strangers are forced to share the same roof, the same silence, and eventually... the same heartbeat. But while Roohani slowly begins to understand the pain hidden behind Rivan's cold eyes, the past he buried threatens to destroy everything before their story can even begin. Because some hearts aren't meant to meet by chance - they are woven together by destiny itself. 🤍✨
Dard mubarak:- Written in Rain
Life was always hard on him. Raised beneath the weight of expectations, he became a boy who learned to hide his storms behind quiet eyes. -Rudra Choudhary She was the sunshine chasing the stars. A dreamer with a restless heart, carrying enough light to brighten even the darkest skies. -Idhika roy What will happen when instead of ishq life bestowed them with dard?
𝓒𝓸𝓵𝓵𝓲𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓓𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓷𝔂
Book first of ''𝓛𝓮𝓰𝓪𝓬𝔂 𝓸𝓯 𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓮'' series 𝓒𝓸𝓵𝓵𝓲𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓓𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓷𝔂- 𝓐 𝓣𝓪𝓵𝓮 𝓸𝓯 𝓔𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓷𝓪𝓵 𝓡𝓮𝓬𝓾𝓻𝓻𝓮𝓷𝓬𝓮 They were just children in the beginning, when they were suddenly torn away from each other. Each was left believing that the other was gone forever. There were no answers, no explanations-only silence. And somewhere between that silence and the overwhelming grief, they had to learn how to live with a truth that never felt complete. In between memories that refused to fade and the emptiness that stayed, they grew up carrying a loss they never truly understood. They moved forward, but a part of them remained stuck in that moment-learning, somehow, to exist with a life shaped by absence. Now as there paths cross again it feels like something unfinished has returned but they are bounded by a unknown curse ''𝓘𝓯 𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻𝔂 𝓫𝓮𝓰𝓲𝓷𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓶 𝓫𝓪𝓬𝓴 𝓽𝓸 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓪𝓶𝓮 𝓮𝓷𝓭... 𝓲𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮, 𝓸𝓻 𝓼𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝔂 𝔀𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓷𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝓶𝓮𝓪𝓷𝓽 𝓽𝓸 𝓮𝓼𝓬𝓪𝓹𝓮?'' ''𝓘𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓲𝓻 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝓼𝓽𝓻𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓮𝓷𝓸𝓾𝓰𝓱 𝓽𝓸 𝓭𝓮𝓯𝔂 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓬𝓾𝓻𝓼𝓮... 𝓸𝓻 𝓭𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓮𝓭 𝓽𝓸 𝓫𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴 𝓸𝓷𝓬𝓮 𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓮? 𝓦𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝔂 𝓻𝓮𝔀𝓻𝓲𝓽𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓲𝓻 𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓻𝔂... 𝓸𝓻 𝓻𝓮𝓵𝓲𝓿𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓪𝓶𝓮 𝓮𝓷𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓰?''
My Artwork
In this I will make you all to see my skills of drawing 😁😁. Artists love to see other artworks so I am publishing this from getting inspiration from my friend ......... So it's all about it. Love you all
CERTIFIED CHAOS (AND LOVE): 10TH 'B'
If someone had told me at the beginning of Class 10 that this year would involve: an evidence folder, emotional damage, approximately 97 unnecessary arguments, one very annoying new student, and a concerning amount of food theft, I would've laughed. Then it actually happened. Welcome to Class 10-B.
The Destiny of Moonblood Dynasty...🥀✨
The 6th century remembers kings, wars, and bloodlines. But it forgets the chandravanshi Dynasty. Or so it believes. Not because of its glory... but because of what it hides. Whispers spread of an ancient royal house bound to forgotten laws, hidden truths, and a legacy no kingdom dares to speak of aloud. As war shadows the land and betrayal seeps into the palace walls, the dynasty begins to unravel from within. And in a world where power decides truth, even the crown cannot protect what is already doomed. what will happen when East and West meet.... what will happen when the Princess of kashi meets the emperor of Korea??? what destiny holds for them....🥀🩸🌕🗡️
☆"The kitchen floor was cold. Mahira sat with her back against the wall, her phone pressed to her left ear.Her eyes burned. Tears slipped down her face faster than she could wipe them away. Each breath felt wrong. Too fast. Too deep. Too difficult. As if someone had reached inside her chest and forgotten to leave enough air behind. The call rang once, Twice, Three times. Then it connected. "Hello?" Mahira opened her mouth. Her throat felt packed with stones. She tried again. Another breath. The sound of her own breathing echoed through the phone. "Mahira?" The voice on the other end sounded confused now. "Mahira, what's wrong?" The voice came from the other side. "Wait... are you... crying?" Concern at first. Then panic. "Paani pi bhai, sab theek ho jayega. Kya hua? Bata mujhe." Her hands wouldn't stop shaking. Mumma was asleep in her room. Her siblings were in theirs. The whole house was quiet. "Vo... vo..." She tried to speak. The words got stuck somewhere between her chest and her throat. "Bhai..." Another sob escaped before she could stop it. "Kaise bataun?" Because where was she supposed to start? Even if she told her the reason, she wouldn't understand. Not because she didn't care. Because there was too much. Too many things that had happened before this moment. Explaining it would mean answering a hundred questions. And mahira didn't have enough energy left for even one. "Bhai, paani pi pehle. Tension mat le. Main hoon." Mahira pushed herself up from the floor. Her knees nearly gave out beneath her. The room tilted for a second. She reached for the bottle on the counter. One sip. Then another. Then another." ☆ ✿Mahira used to believe lightning never struck the same place twice. Life disagreed. ~When It Happened Again~
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