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POEMS BY VIJETHA

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Hello!, Friends,
Glad to meet you all through this page. I introduce myself as Mrs. A.B. VIJETHA RANI. I am working as deputy manager at State Bank Ot India. I usally write poems and ofcourse few prose too, I have got  100 poems to my credit. 
I write poems both in English and Hindi. My poem in Hindi (anaath  baalak) has been awarded by (T.O.L.I.C)  my poems are generally heart touching,  they include on nature too. My first poem hit my mind in the year 1992. This happened to me, one day while I was travelling in an auto to my office at S.B.I Hyderabad [main branch]. Actually that day was my  birthday, and my husband was away from me, he was in U.S.A . So I felt little bit morose and started thinking, had my husband been with me, I would have gone to a movie today, and in the afternoon to a restaurant  and later in the evening to a park. Suddenly I thought why do people on earth always think of entertainment on their birthday's why don't they think of going charity houses rather, this way , my first poem took birth on my birthday. and it's title was ON MY BIRTHDAY. and the second one was A FISH IN THE AQUARIUM. The third one was AN OLD MAN. This way i started continuing writing poems ,and the prose title is "MYSELF AND MY PANDA AT THE NORTH POLE".All Rights Reserved

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HIS NIYATI (Bhallaldeva x OC) *Completed* by Ival_Nidhi_Writes

"You... you are... here." His voice came out as he whispered, surprising me. I tilted my head slightly and looked at him, responding to him. I licked my lips as I spoke back to him, "Sorry. I don't get what you are saying." I tried to keep it simple. But just as his soft fingers caressed my cheeks like a feather gracing over them, his cold fingers felt so good at the top of my heated cheeks that my body melted at his touch. "Ahh," I gasped at his sudden closeness and touch. I found myself leaning into it. He slowly leaned in, and his hot breath grazed the tops of my lips as I yearned for them to touch mine. Something then I didn't realise would cause the destruction I witnessed through the screen. ___________________________________________________________________ What happens when the villain's heart is filled with one face, the face that has guided him all his life, loved him, and been with him? Bhalla was many things, but he was a lover to his Nandhini, the sole thing holding up his humanity, his anchor from the world, which never supported him. But the only thing is that she is not from his reality or even real. She only visits him in his dreams, and in that dream, he lived, loved, and cherished; for him, that is his reality. Suddenly, he disappeared, leaving him in darkness as he had to fend off his nights with dreamless sleep. Only for her to appear in his reality without knowing him and their connection. Will the villain go to any extreme to get her back to him? To make her love him and see things from his perspective. She is his Niyati. Bhalladeva x OC

𝐐𝐮𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐎𝐟 𝐀 𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭 by AnushkaKumari237

Setting- Ancient India 1607 Amrita Bansal a commoner girl in Suryanagar.Her mother worked at the palace as a maid. Her father was a soilder in king's army. Amrita on outside was a simple yet beautiful girl and as her name's meaning, she is sweet as nectar. Always friendly with everyone even when someone insults her for something. She was completely like an angel but as it is said the pure souls always attarcts a devilish soul. One day her mother left her payals (anklets) in home so she went to the palace to give her mother the payals(anklets) and that's when she caught the eyes the heart of a devil. And her life started to change. "I want to do nothing with him or for him, but it seems like he does not have the same intentions" "Hai Prabhu Meri Raksha karna iss Daanav se!" (God please save me from this devil!) Shivaay Rudrashk the KING of Suryanagar. He is a very cruel, ruthless, merciless and devil like for everyone as he was taught to be a king from when he was a small child. He closed off heart many years ago and loved to use voilence on the prisoners. He thought no one can gain his attention as every women were scared to talk to him but the day he saw that goddess he knew that not only did she gained his attention but also his heart. He wanted to make her his QUEEN but perhaps she did not but who was gonna stop him to make her his not even her herself is capable of doing such a thing because he is the beast and she was the QUEEN OF THE BEAST. "The day I saw her beautiful smile I knew that she is mine" "Tum meri thi, tum meri ho or tum meri hi rahogi. Kyunki iss poori duniya me iss daanav ko shaant rakhne ke liye tumhare alaawa koi na tha, na hai or na hi rahega!" "You were mine, you are mine and you will always be mine. Because in this whole world there is no one but you who can calm down this devil, neither there was anyone nor there will be anyone!" I hope you enjoy the story

Her claim by Jeelvyas03

Nobody ever loved him; she was the first who loved him. He did not have a family and then one day she entered into his life and became a world for him. His love, care , anger, attention are everything reserved for her. Everyone thought that he would be possessive for him but no she was the one who claimed him as her and was possessive for him. And for that she keeps Chanting that he belongs to her and nobody has right on him. But what about their life? They belong to, Two different lives. Two different past. Two different ways. They are like sky and earth. Everyone only thinks that they can't meet. But nobody knows that when they meet that is the most beautiful scene on the earth. Yes, they are the horizon who everyone thinks of as a delusion. Yes, the horizon can be a delusion but the most beautiful one. He is 28. She is 18. He knows the harsh reality of life. She thinks of life as a fairy tale or movie. He smiles because he wants to show he doesn't care. She smiles because she actually doesn't care. He never has someone who he can hug or kiss. She is the most clingy person out there who loves to hug and kiss. He was a dirty secret of his mother. She was a precious gift for her mother. 1st in # fiction. 2nd in # obsessed Suddenly out of nowhere she entered his life and changed everything. Till now nobody ever claim him and she, She keeps Chanting that he belongs to her. And that one claim took his heart away. He was her to claim. To know more about them joine the journey of Jeevika to Claim his Vidhyut.

Vowels Of Raghuvanshi's by meowislazy

"Viki, please, don't do this to me. You're hurting me" "Adu, please, trust me, I would never do that" _____________________________________ "Agastya, please save my baby, you know how much I love her. I beg you, I won't do any mischief, I will do everything you say, but please save our kid" "Ayesh, book!!! Ayesh, calm down. What are you doing? I will save our baby." _____________________________________ "Ahaan, I've given 3 chances still you want me to be a sensible person. I never wanted to take her away from you. I wanted her to experience love" "Please, Isha! I know I made a big mistake. I was crying everyday. Regretting everytime I've done to you" _____________________________________ "Ayaan, please. I love you!! Don't leave me. I know I made mistakes in the past but I want to forget everything and start a new life with you" "Urina, I'm giving you 2 days, do whatever you want but make me impressed by you. I've always loved you but something was stopping me, but now nothing's gonna separate us" _____________________________________ Hey everyone, okay so let me start by introducing myself:- • I am Ashka • I am a student • I just thought of taking my feelings out because there was no one to listen there's two person who can do that but I just have some trust issues so I just thought of representing my thoughts as a story to some people. Okay? So now 8 hearts, 4 couples, 2 family, 4 brothers, 4 sisters. Let's see how these 8 hearts are gonna get back on their track. Lights, camera and action📷.

In love with my husband by introvertGirl39

"Is she your wife?" she asked hesitantly. "Yes", Avishek said no more. Is he not going to introduce me? I should leave. It's clear, they wanted to be alone, to talk about whatever the hell they wanted to talk. I managed a smile and said, "I'll wait in the car", and left before anyone said anything. I walked out of the café, walked to the car, opened the door and flopped into the passenger seat. She's back. The love of his life, she's back. Whenever my mind wandered about Avishek's past, I had always pictured that girl as this beautiful woman who turned heads when she walked into the room. I was right. Ruchika was beautiful. Even with dark circles under her eyes, messy hair that looked like she hadn't washed it for days, her tired smile, she was still beautiful. I could only imagine how she was when they were young. Why now though? After all these years?

RIVULETS OF THOUGHTS - Cascading emotions by HarishVaid

I am a Poet, surfing the rainbows... Squandering the few surviving winks in my dreamy eyes. I, a well accompanied loner, saunter amidst the fireflies. Like a wandering dream, my restless mind meanders, "Will the same butterflies return to the flower?" It wonders. I am the thief who thieved the fire, to set the ideas ablaze, I stole the rains too, I had to flood the despondent deserts. But Metaphors I'd just borrow, they would never be mine. Metaphors can't be tamed, they belong to poetry, not poets. I roam unescorted and unaccompanied. I'm just exploring. Whilst, really there is nothing to find. "Sshh!" There is everything to find... Yet I roam... As a Poet. I roam. The wilderness, of the mind, the canyons of consciousness. -Harish Vaid harishvaid1986@gmail.com A collection of Poems, of the unusual sort. Read along for poems ranging from Love to Life, General to Abstract, Random to Insane. Intended to be an ongoing series. "Painting is poetry that is seen rather than felt, and poetry is painting that is felt rather than seen." -Leonardo Da Vinci Love all... Love you all. "Amor Vincent Omnia"

𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐔𝐍𝐒𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐃 by EpiphanyArtful0_0

My eyes widened in dismay as I stood there, frozen in shock. The car screeched to a halt a few feet ahead. I strutted right up to that car, tapped on the window, and said, "Excuse me." The window whirred down, revealing a man in his early 30s stepping out. "How much?" he asked, eyeing my dress. I was taken aback, "What??" "How much for your dress?" he repeated. I couldn't believe the audacity, "sach mein, uncle, kya aap paagal ho gae hain? aapane abhee-abhee meree dress kharaab kee hai, aur ab aap apane paise dikha rahe hain?" Unbelievable! "Uncle?? Hey you kid, uncle kise kah rahe ho, aur tumhaaree dres ke baare mein, main pahale se hee tumhen paise de raha hoon, bas ise le lo aur chale jao," he said arrogantly, acting like such a jerk. "mujhe aapake paiso kee jaroorat nahin hai," you firmly declared. The stares from everyone around us made the situation even more awkward. "What do you want then, a branded dress! Fine, I will buy you one," he arrogantly exclaimed. Jesus, for God's sake, how can someone be this arrogant? The nerve of some people is truly beyond belief!

Love Beyond Time by Yukifans

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Unwillingly With You by heartful_soul

"What are you doing in my kitchen?" And yet again there it goes again the same mantra - My house - My terrace - My room and now My kitchen too? Really ? Why this man is so obsessed with MY title. "Nothing I was just thinking to built a swimming pool here wouldn't it look cool and it's quite spacious too what say ?" I said while crossing my arms below my chest. "Shut up! Stop talking nonsense." He spoke irritatedly. "Then stop asking nonsense !" I retorted back just how he did. "Why someone will be in kitchen? Offcourse to cook now do one thing go bring that mop stick from there and clean this mess which you made." with that I turned back and started stirring my mixture in the bowl. I have to take milk from fridge. I made it note mentally before I forget it. "Wait what? Did you just ask me to clean this mess?" And I can tell you he must be pointing his finger to himself. "No I'm not asking you but I'm telling you ! " I said without looking back. .__.__.__.__.__.__.__.__.__.__.__.__.__.__ Hey Samaira Agarwal here, I'm 23 and I live with my beautiful, chubby, talkative yet strict women whom I called Mom. Well about Dad it's better not talk about him. Being single mom was hard for her and even more hard when you live in so-called Dream City Mumbai. She fulfilled all her duties and responsibilities towards me yet all her promises except one which was staying with me. Forever. I still couldn't believe that she really left me, because still I was waiting in my room like now my mom will barge in with spatula in her hand. After her funeral my mom's best friend Mrs. Meera Sharma, she came like fairy god mother, she let me in her motherly warmth love. Time was letting me heal myself until her elder son decide to come back home from Canada after 3 years... ◆Well enough of disclosure what happens further in their lives join in this journey of Unwillingly With you. ◆

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"You... you are... here." His voice came out as he whispered, surprising me. I tilted my head slightly and looked at him, responding to him. I licked my lips as I spoke back to him, "Sorry. I don't get what you are saying." I tried to keep it simple. But just as his soft fingers caressed my cheeks like a feather gracing over them, his cold fingers felt so good at the top of my heated cheeks that my body melted at his touch. "Ahh," I gasped at his sudden closeness and touch. I found myself leaning into it. He slowly leaned in, and his hot breath grazed the tops of my lips as I yearned for them to touch mine. Something then I didn't realise would cause the destruction I witnessed through the screen. ___________________________________________________________________ What happens when the villain's heart is filled with one face, the face that has guided him all his life, loved him, and been with him? Bhalla was many things, but he was a lover to his Nandhini, the sole thing holding up his humanity, his anchor from the world, which never supported him. But the only thing is that she is not from his reality or even real. She only visits him in his dreams, and in that dream, he lived, loved, and cherished; for him, that is his reality. Suddenly, he disappeared, leaving him in darkness as he had to fend off his nights with dreamless sleep. Only for her to appear in his reality without knowing him and their connection. Will the villain go to any extreme to get her back to him? To make her love him and see things from his perspective. She is his Niyati. Bhalladeva x OC