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Love Beyond Time
--- **Wrestling with her own emotions, Karishma stood motionless, gazing out at the view before her. Her thoughts were a tumultuous whirlpool, pulling her deeper with every passing second.** _Wo dard bh kmal h jab tujhko khud hi khud ki hwale kiya_-she mused, feeling a pang deep within her chest. Despite handing herself over to her own pain, it felt as though each encounter with it revealed a new facet, a novel understanding. **As the morning sun rose, illuminating her surroundings, it seemed to mock her internal gloom with its brilliance. She gripped the balcony railing tightly, her knuckles turning white with the pressure.** _Kabhi bna marham khud dard ka kabhi use nasur bnaya_-these thoughts swirled around, relentless. Each scar was a testament to her battles, each wound a story left untold. **Karishma's gaze was drawn to a distant bird in flight, its freedom a stark contrast to her own entangled emotions. Her heart weighed heavy as memories of Haseena Malik flooded her mind.** The confession of love between them was etched in her soul, a bittersweet memory that left her longing and aching all at once. **Tears welled up in her eyes, unbidden, as she recalled Haseena's voice, the way her eyes sparkled with unspoken words.** _Tujhko khud hi khud ki hwale kiya_-the phrase echoed in her mind. The depth of her feelings was overwhelming, yet the fear of vulnerability held her captive. Her tears fell silently, each drop a symbol of the unspoken pain that lingered in her heart. --- This is first time i am writting i never write any story before So bear with me 😊 And this is for u ❤️u know that I write this for for u because of u "Jo ter h wo kya tujhe kuch dega payega bas tofa bna sabdo ko apne tere hwale kr jayega " This is my birthday gift for u Happy birthday 🫂🌹
Destiny
Seven months of silence. Four years of secrets. One undeniable bond. Separated by ruthless scheming and forced to live half a world apart, Manik and Nandini bore the weight of a quiet sacrifice. But no amount of distance or deceit could break the string binding their souls together. Returning home with their precious daughter, Myra, they aren't just back to reclaim their love; they're back to face the secrets and betrayal that tore them apart in the first place. When greed tries to dictate, can love rewrite their destiny? A heartwarming yet intense short story of secret marriage, enduring love, and family. ✨❤️Kumpleto
Can I Fall Back on You? (Karma Akabane x Reader)
*ALL CHARACTERS BESIDES YOU AND ANY OC'S BELONG TO YŪSEI MATSUI!* L/n Y/n was a learning assassin in class 3-E along with her classmates. In her second year she was placed in class 2-B after she had decided to let go of being in the 'Perfect Class' also known as Class A. Though she still had good grades- grades that could keep her in class 3-B or even the lowest student in 3-A- She was in class 3-E for a petty reason. Like her closest friend Akabane Karma- frequently called 'Cherry' by her- She had cut some classes in her second year of junior high quite often due to her disinterest in most classes, but that was acceptable. Here comes the petty part- she'd always get ratted out by Asano Gakushū because she rejected him when he had confessed to her and always sending his brainwashed A-class minions after her to get her in trouble. And then ta~da! In class 3-E the next year! Class 3-E was just the thing the h/c girl needed- some excitement! Killing her very own teacher and the very ma- octopus that destroyed 70% of the Moon! But unlike her, the girl's parents are not so eager about this sudden drop. Her first day begins with some familiar faces but to her disappointment, no Cherry. 'He has good grades after all, why would he be in class E?' On the third day it so happens that the red haired male was joining class 3-E! 'I really shouldn't be excited about this but it's kinda hard when I haven't talked to him in a long time...' The main objective was to make it through the school year and then the rest of your lives. But with such heavy-weight on all the teens shoulders, they're all gonna need someone to fall back on. Well, it's obvious who you're gonna fall back on, but what about all the other times where you aren't trying to kill the yellow octopus known as your teacher? It's an entire year. Anything can happen. Even the most surprising.Kumpleto
LOVE IS IN THE AIR ( KarEena)
So basically yeh humari KarEena ki story hain.. jaha do alag soch vale insan milte hain or unmain pyar ho jata Hain ab dekhte hain ki woh kaise milte hain or kaise unka rishta aage badhta hain . Baki ka janne ke liye story padh lena or apna pyar or support jarur dikhana 🙏🏻
It's Becoming Crystal Clear (Jasper x Reader)
"It is the enemy who can truly teach us to practice the virtues of compassion and tolerance." -Dalai Lama A confusing turn of events surrounding a seeming internet scam leads to you inheriting an impressive house and a considerable sum of money from a distant relative. Before long, you are living in your new house in Beach City. This seems at first to be a delightful happening, but making friends in your new home turns out to be a more difficult task than you had imagined, and you are left feeling very lonely... until a surprise encounter with someone who shouldn't be up and about changes your life forever. I will attempt not to specify the gender of the reader's character, though I will use male pronouns if I do (before anyone complains, most such stories assume the reader to be female). I apologize if the story is boring or slow-paced - it is written as I would act, and I am not really energetic, violent, or extroverted. Do not anticipate any racy content beyond possibly some wordplay and innuendo, if that. I apologize if there are massive delays between chapters; this is not a sign of me giving up on the story, it will just be because I am frequently depressed and extremely lazy.Kumpleto
Lunar Virus ✔️
Elodie's life changes at the turn of a doorknob when she is forced into joining a secret organization that claims to be protecting the Earth from aliens. But with every step she takes, she finds the organization, or the facility, as they call it, becoming more and more suspicious. When a mysterious death occurs, revealing a well-concealed secret, things quickly go downhill as humanity's future is placed on the shoulders of a single gaggle of teenagers. *** I hear a sigh from the other side of the door, "Miss. Chaucer, you have a wonderful opportunity here, are you going to take it or not?" Now, I am seriously confused, "Opportunity?" She takes advantage of my befuddled state and shoves the door open. Shit. The corners of her mouth pull up, and it's so unnatural, it takes me a moment to realize she's smiling. Major plastic surgery? Probably. Click. Did she just lock the door? She locked the door! I spring towards the house phone, dusty from years of doing absolutely nothing, so I can call the police. I don't make it. Halfway there, I trip on my own pant-leg and face plant on the floor. The woman steps over me and retrieves the phone. She looks at it as if it's a foreign object, "This won't be necessary. All I want to do is talk to you." For some reason, instead of screaming, I stay silent. She smiles and pulls out a chair from the kitchen table for me to sit on. When I don't sit, she says, "If you want to know what's going on, then sit." I think about it for a moment. She hasn't hurt me yet, and I have to admit, I am quite curious as to what's going on. So, call me stupid, but I sit down. "I am from a space organization that protects civilians from . . . outside threats." *** Beautiful cover made by @mahana258! HR: 203 in science fiction (5/8/18) Completed on August 15th, 2018 (Indian independence day!) *******This is not a zombie novelKumpleto
Binding love(Aaron x reader mystreet ) REWRITE
NEW DESCRIPTION!!! Y/n is moving to Mystreet with her old roommate let's see how this goes. I WRITE THIS STUFF AT THE WORST TIMES POSSIBLE WHILE IM EXTREMLEY TIRED AND NEVER DO A READ OVER BEFORE I PUBLISH. THERES GONNA BE A COUPLEOF MISTAKES AND CONFUSSING SENTECES I WONT CATCH.Kumpleto
Tsunami
A Ziddi Dil Maane Na Fanfiction *************** "Naive, Fragile, Vulnerable. That's what the world thought her to be. And so did I. Rani Sahiba, I called her, not out of love but mockingly, assuming her to be a princess surrounded by every comfort and luxury imaginable. But they were wrong. And so was I. Misjudged her, I did, thinking that she was a doll made of glass and porcelain, raised in luxury and comfort. Unbeknownst to the fighter within. But now, I know. Each time life threw something her way, she gave it back with full force, sometimes vocal, sometimes silent. There is a warrior hiding inside this doctor or perhaps it's the opposite. All I know is, that they are both parts of her. As are there many other versions and corners of her. She knows how to fight just as well, as she knows how to heal. And if the world cannot see that, it's their fault, not hers." -Special Agent Karan Shergill, Head Trainer, Parakram SAF. "They called him ulti khopadi, heartless and what not. And I did too, assuming him to be Khadoos, misunderstanding him. But then they saw his soft side and deduced him to be a nariyal, coconut. A strict outer covering protecting the softness inside. But I know he is neither. He is tough, strict, harsh even but that is not some defense mechanism. That's a part of him. He was raised like that and he is like that. And there's nothing wrong with it. And as for the gentleness in his heart, what they don't know is that there's a sea of pain inside him that he carries, which sometimes erupts like a tsunami and sometimes flows dully like a thorn in his side. But it always remains there and always will. No, it can't be emptied like a volcano erupts, everything out at once. And I respect that he's at least trying to navigate through it." -Doctor Monami Mahajan, Secret Agent Tsunami ************ Note- I do not own any of these characters. They all belong to Sony Sab or the show. I possess nothing but the plot.Kumpleto
--- **Wrestling with her own emotions, Karishma stood motionless, gazing out at the view before her. Her thoughts were a tumultuous whirlpool, pulling her deeper with every passing second.** _Wo dard bh kmal h jab tujhko khud hi khud ki hwale kiya_-she mused, feeling a pang deep within her chest. Despite handing herself over to her own pain, it felt as though each encounter with it revealed a new facet, a novel understanding. **As the morning sun rose, illuminating her surroundings, it seemed to mock her internal gloom with its brilliance. She gripped the balcony railing tightly, her knuckles turning white with the pressure.** _Kabhi bna marham khud dard ka kabhi use nasur bnaya_-these thoughts swirled around, relentless. Each scar was a testament to her battles, each wound a story left untold. **Karishma's gaze was drawn to a distant bird in flight, its freedom a stark contrast to her own entangled emotions. Her heart weighed heavy as memories of Haseena Malik flooded her mind.** The confession of love between them was etched in her soul, a bittersweet memory that left her longing and aching all at once. **Tears welled up in her eyes, unbidden, as she recalled Haseena's voice, the way her eyes sparkled with unspoken words.** _Tujhko khud hi khud ki hwale kiya_-the phrase echoed in her mind. The depth of her feelings was overwhelming, yet the fear of vulnerability held her captive. Her tears fell silently, each drop a symbol of the unspoken pain that lingered in her heart. --- This is first time i am writting i never write any story before So bear with me 😊 And this is for u ❤️u know that I write this for for u because of u "Jo ter h wo kya tujhe kuch dega payega bas tofa bna sabdo ko apne tere hwale kr jayega " This is my birthday gift for u Happy birthday 🫂🌹
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