ليست كل الحكايات تبدأ بابتسامة .. بعضها يولد من صمتٍ طويل من نظرة لم تُفهم أو من قرار صغير كان كافيًا ليقلب كل شي هنا لا تبحث عن أبطال خارقين ولا عن نهايات مثالية هنا ستجد القلوب كما هي ضعيفة عنيدة محطّمة لكنها تقاوم هذه الرواية ليست مجرد قصة بل مرآة وقد ترى نفسك بين السطور دون أن تنتبه مرحبًا بك في عالمٍ لا يشبه أحدًا لكنّه قد يشبهك

"You want to run away kitten, tell me you wanted to get away from me " he asked calm in dangerous voice. "N..no P..please l..I am sorry" she begged joining her hands. She was scared seeing his ragefull eyes, she curled and dig her face between in her knees. He grabbed that girl's leg and pulled her towards him. She scream, her eyes widened seeing the hot iron rod in his hand. Her heart trembling. "I will never do this please leave me please forgive me this time..... Ahhhhhhhhh.......

‼️🚨🚫Ss ရိုက်ပြီးတခြား social midea တေပေါ်မှာဖြန့်ဝေခြင်းတေကို ကျေးဇူးပြုပြီးရှောင်ရှားပေးပါ free ဖတ်လို့ရအောင်‌စေတနာနဲ့တင်ပေးထားတာမလို့ ကျေးဇူးပြုပြီးစည်းကမ်းရှိပေးကြပါခဗျ🚫🚨‼️ အင်းစက် ‌အဖေ နဲ့ သမီး story ဖြစ်ပါတယ်ဗျ ကြိုက်နှစ်သက်မှဖတ်စေချင်ပါတယ်ဗျ အကောင်းဆုံးတေဘဲရေးဆက်ပေးမှာမို့၏ကြိုက်နှစ်သက်ဖို့မျှော်လင့်ပါတယ်။ #အင်းစက် #အဖေ #သမီး #သားအဖ #လိုး #လိုးမယ် #ခံ #ခံမယ် #ထု #ထုမယ် #နှိုက်မယ် #လီး #စောက်ဖုတ် #စောက်ပတ်

"𝘊𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘺𝘥𝘰𝘭𝘭, 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘴" (wednesday addams x m!oc) a wednesday fanfic

𝗔𝗻𝘀𝗵 𝘅 𝗗𝗲𝘃𝗶𝗸𝗮 "kyun kar rahe hain aap aisa ? Mera haath chhod dijiye, please!" she cried, her voice trembling as tears streamed uncontrollably down her cheeks. "Just shut your mouth and marry me," he growled without even glancing at her, his voice cold and final. Her body shivered at his tone. "M..mujhe dard ho raha hai," she whispered through sobs, the pain in her voice halting him for a moment. He turned to look at her-just for a second. Then, without a word, he lifted her into his arms. Startled, she instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck. "Tumhari behen ki galti ki saza tum bhugtogii." His voice was low, bitter. And then he carried her straight to the pavilion. --- He never wanted love. He just needed a wife to fulfill a compulsion-a condition he couldn't ignore. But when his would-be bride ran away, he dragged her elder sister, Devika, into his storm. Devika, an abandoned bride herself, already struggling with her failing health, had no strength left to resist. She had stopped dreaming long ago. But fate had other plans. Read the story of two broken hearts-Abhay, driven by rage and responsibility, and Devika, drowning in silence and sorrow. Will their unwilling bond destroy them further? Or will they become the light that chases away each other's darkness?

E·phem·er·al (adj.) Lasting for a very short time ִֶָ 𓂃˖˳·˖ ִֶָ ⋆★⋆ ִֶָ˖·˳˖𓂃 ִֶָ Aurora has spent thirteen years surviving, not living. Trapped in a broken home filled with cruelty and violence, every day has been a battle against the monsters she was forced to call family. Stained by her striking appearance--skin, hair, and eyes devoid of pigment--Aurora has always stood out. But one night, when flashing lights and sirens tear through the darkness of her world, everything changes. Her nightmares have been taken away in handcuffs, and for the first time, Aurora is free. Or so she believes. Whisked away to a sprawling manor in New York, she's thrown into a new life with six mysterious older brothers she's never met, secrets buried in every corner, and danger that feels strangely familiar. As Aurora tries to rebuild, she begins to worry if the past is truly behind her, or if something even darker has been waiting all along. Meek, quiet, and resilient, Aurora is done merely surviving. She's ready to live and claim her new life as more than Ephemeral. Even if it kills her. ִֶָ 𓂃˖˳·˖ ִֶָ ⋆★⋆ ִֶָ˖·˳˖𓂃 ִֶָ ⏾ The first couple chapters are short but get longer as you go.

تحتُّ الركام أصواتٌ انقطع أنينها ودقاتٌ توقف نبضها فرحةً لم تكتمل وأحلامٌ أجهضت قبل المخاض تحتُ الركام قصصٌ لم تكتب لها النهاية وحكاياتٌ رحل من كان يرويها ألعابٌ لطخت بدماء الأطفال تحتُ الركام أسماءٌ تساقطت من السجلّ المدني مثل تساقط الأوراق من الأشجار فأصبحت في سماء النسيان تحتٌ الركام وجوهٌ تغيرت ملامحها فأنكرها الزمان والمكان فشيعت أجسادهم لمقابرٍ في الجنان تحت الركام ارتجف الأطفال خوفًا فغادروا الحياة ولم يجدوا الأمان وصايا خُطت بحبرٍ من الخذلان وأمنياتٌ غادرت عالم الخيال تحت الركام حيث يشهد الظلم والقهر

{𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐓𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐁𝐢𝐧𝐝} Reyansh Agrawal is a strict and disciplined man who deeply loves his sons and treats his brother as if he were his own. He is fiercely protective of his family, shielding them from prying eyes and judgmental scrutiny. While he may appear ruthless to outsiders, he is a devoted and caring figure within his family. Three years ago, his wife chose to divorce him, having fallen in love with another man, and left Reyansh to raise their two sons and support his brother. Unbeknownst to him at the time, she was pregnant when she made this decision. How will Reyansh respond when he gets a call one day that reveals he has another son?

📌 Disclaimer / Intro Note for Readers: When I first started this story, I was accused of copying from a book named Siara. At that time, I honestly didn't know about it, but now I do. This version is a completely rewritten plot, with fresh twists, new character arcs, and my own vision. Nothing here is taken from anywhere else-this is purely my creation. °•°•° Aradhya Rajvansh's life shattered the day her own family turned their backs on her, believing lies that landed her in prison. After four years, she walks free-not as the girl she once was, but as a woman forged in pain and silence. With only her younger brother Ansh by her side, she rebuilds her life far away from home, shutting her heart to the world. But destiny has other plans. Her path collides with Rishav Raghuvanshi-a man of quiet strength, protective warmth, and ruthless determination. Thrust into his family through marriage, Aradhya finds herself torn between old wounds and the possibility of a new beginning. While Rishav's unwavering presence starts breaking down her walls, shadows of betrayal and enemies from the past threaten to return. This is a story of heartbreak, resilience, and the slow, tender healing of a warrior's heart.

مقدّمة ________ في هذا الكتاب، لا أقدّم قصصًا تُروى، بل ظلالًا تُرى... كل كلمة هنا هي صدى لروحٍ لم تجد طريقها إلى النور، وكل سطرٍ هو همسٌ من أعماقٍ لا يصلها الضوء. كتبتُ هذه الصفحات لا لأُعبّر، بل لأُنزف. لأدع الأصوات التي خنقتها العتمة تتحدث أخيرًا، ولو بصوتٍ مرتجفٍ بين أنفاس الليل. هنا، يسكن الصمت أكثر من الضجيج، وتتنفّس الكلمات ببطء كأنها تخشى أن توقظ شيئًا نائمًا منذ زمنٍ بعيد. كل حرفٍ هو خطوة داخل متاهة من الأفكار الغامضة، من الذكريات التي لم تمُت تمامًا، ومن الخيالات التي تختبئ خلف الجفون المغلقة. في "بين الظلام والهمس" لن تجد الحقيقة واضحة، ولن تعرف إن كنت تقرأ أم تُقرأ. فالكتاب لا يُحكى، بل يُسمع... في أعماقك، حين يخفت كل شيء من حولك، وتبقى أنت وهمسك الداخلي فقط. أغلق النور، وافتح الصفحات... دع الظلام يُكمل حديثه، ودع الهمس يعلو حتى يصير صوتك. فربما، في نهاية هذا الطريق المظلم، لن تجد الإجابات، لكنك ستتعلم كيف تصغي لما لم يجرؤ أحدٌ على قوله من قبل.