Dream's End
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- Mga Parte 8
There is always something interesting about a man chasing glory. Be it his inspiring story, or his ruthless nature. Chasing glory ultimately has two kinds of motives, knowledge, or power. When it comes to Kamal, it's definitely not inspiring in the way it's supposed to be, nor a story. This is his road to power. But, it's never easy. There are always some unfortunate circumstances which shake anyone to the roots. In his case, it's two of his best friends.
One unforeseen incident right before moment of victory, stretching the marathon run by another five miles. It's frustrating. It wrenches any heart. KK never felt that. His hunger drove him towards his destination. This is the story of his longest mile.
Set in the world's largest democracy called The Republic of India, his story has everything Indian politics has to offer, exploring his psychology at the same time. Indian political scenario demands deceit, corruption on the greatest level, which can bend any man's morals into a u-bend, and test his intellect and cunningness.
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FROM DMs TO DESTINY
"Kuch rishton ki shuruaat milne se nahi, ek chhoti si notification se hoti hai... Aur kabhi-kabhi ek simple 'Hi' bhi kisiki taqdeer likh deta hai." This is not just a story- this is based on my life...related my story. I am , Anaya singh and I have never met Advocate Rishabh Vashist in real life. But from the moment I saw him on social media, something changed. I don't know why or how, but I started liking him-unconditionally, without expecting anything in return. I sent him a friend request, but he never accepted. Still, I didn't stop. Every few days, I tried again, hoping that one day he would notice me. I even made another ID just to try my luck. And then, finally, one day, my persistence paid off-he accepted my request on Snapchat. But now, a new challenge began-how do I start a conversation without making it obvious that I had been waiting for this moment for months? I found the perfect excuse-my friend wanted to start an NGO, and I needed legal advice. So, I messaged him, pretending it was just about work. What followed was a conversation filled with unexpected laughter, playful banter, and stolen moments that meant everything to me. I don't know where this journey will lead me, whether Rishabh will ever see me the way I see him. But one thing is certain-this story is still unfolding, and I am writing it as it happens. "From DMs to Destiny" is not just a tale; it's my reality. A reality where I am chasing an unseen bond, a silent love, and a hope that maybe, just maybe, destiny will take my story forward.
A Love More Dangerous Than Hate (Love or Madness)
**Vardhan:** "I don't believe in God. But I believe in the peace I found outside a temple... the day I met you." **Priya:** "Why were you really there that day?" **(He can't tell her he'd come to hurt her.)** **Armaan:** (Barging into the brothers' office) "Let me see her! Just once! Or I'll tell the whole world the DNA test result!" **Rana:** "You think you can threaten us?" **Armaan:** "It's not a threat. It's the pain of a man who has nothing left to lose." **(Will the secret that binds these five powerful men face?)** In a world of power and obsession, two mafia empires collide over one girl. Priya, cherished by her four overprotective brothers, loses her memory after an accident. She is found by Armaan, a superstar idol whose lonely heart makes him possessive. He hides her, weaving a beautiful lie. But her brothers are searching madly, and a rival don, Vardhan, holds a dangerous, secret love for her. As her memories flicker, a web of lies, crazy love, and dark secrets unravel. Who does she truly belong to? The brothers who would burn the world for her, or the men whose love has become her cage?Kumpleto
By The People, For The People...
Year : 2045 Place : India. An Army Major who's extremely loyal to Indian Army is assigned with a mission for which he was never trained. Is it really a mission? Is it ethical? May be not. But it takes time to know what is wrong and what is right. Will he understand and take stand for what is right? A girl who wants to be a fearless journalist like her father gets caught between ugly battle for power. Is she really fearless? It's time for her to know her power and weaknesses. A politician with a vision to bring country it's glorious days back. Will she succeed in her plans? Even if she does, will she loose everything that is dear to her in process? Two love birds enjoying their college life without any worry suddenly gets divided by a power struggle. Will they survive it? Or will they get separated forever due to the distance between them? Kashmir captured by Insurgents and their terrorist friends awaits for freedom that some of the people living there wanted. Freedom from India. Is it that easy? Of course not. But what if India as a democratic nation is weaker than the insurgent group itself? Will the extreme politics and corruption lead us towards another way of governance? In a world where democracy crashes...giving rise to a whole new seat of Military rule, what are the odds for a nation like India to survive? *A hypothetical take on the fall of democracy in the future* *Just a figment of imagination. Does not intend to demean or insult anyone or anything*Kumpleto
Rajneeti 2
She left him... but his obsession only grew stronger, darker, impossible to control. Now, he sits as the Chief Minister of the state victorious in politics, yet utterly defeated in love. The only thread still tying their shattered hearts together is their daughter, Nia. Every glance, every whisper, every memory pulls him deeper into a dangerous game of desire and possession. He will go to any length... any boundary... any moral line... to bring her back. But when obsession overtakes love, will redemption be possible-or will it destroy them both? Prepare for a tale of power, passion, and a love so consuming it borders on madness.Kumpleto
power ke neeche pyar(BL)
BL story ha haryanvi🫣 > Rana: "Tu soch le Chaudhary, yah zameen Shekhawaton ki hai. Tere baap ki kursi ab purani ho li, aur tu... tu bas uske naam ka sahara le rha hai." (Think twice, Chaudhary. This land belongs to the Shekhawats. Your father's chair is old now - and you're just hiding under his name.) Devraj didn't flinch - just that faint smirk playing on his lips. > Devraj: "Naam purana sahi, par izzat aaj bhi naye note jaise chamak rahi hai, Rana. Aur kursi ke neeche sab jhukte hain... chahe Shekhawat ho ya Sher." (The name may be old, Rana, but the respect still shines like new money. And under the chair of power, everyone bows - whether a Shekhawat or a lion.) A short silence. But the way they looked at each other - it wasn't just rivalry. It was something darker... heavier... almost magnetic. Rana took a slow step forward, his eyes burning through Devraj's calm. > Rana: "Tere jese log vote se chalenge, main to jazbaat se chalta hu. Aur jab dil me aag lag jaave na, to kursi bhi jhukh jati hai." (Men like you run on votes, I run on emotions. And when the fire burns in my heart, even the throne bows down.) Devraj leaned in just enough - enough for the air between them to turn dangerous. > Devraj: "Bas farq itna hai, Rana - tu aag se khelta hai... aur main aag ko apne liye nachata hu." (The only difference, Rana - you play with fire... I make fire dance for me.) Their shoulders brushed as Rana passed by, eyes still locked - a silent promise, a war waiting to explode. Politics was never this personal before. But now... it was. Because under the Power, lay something far stronger - Pyaar.
Dream and Destiny:The Saga of Love, Faith and Betrayal. *Editing*
When five year old little sanyukta met this little boy with gaps in his teeth, she never knew that he's going to be the love of her life. soon the girl and boy grew up into young adolescents, with dreams, more or less alike. they were now like rail track that runs parallel but never meets, chasing their their dreams. When the girl found a true friend for life time she never knew that they together are going to tread a tough path to soar heights. when the girl finally got to know what the world is like and how it works. her life changed drastically... read on further to know how the girl and boy chased their dreams to reach their destiny. p.s.: i suck at writing blurbs. really. please don't judge the story by the blurb. kindly. :) read on. i assure. you'll love it :) This story is an entry of #YourStoryIndia writing contest. so kindly, vote and support. am editing each chapter of this story whenever i am getting some time. i will rename the chapters i edited, so you can know which chapter is edited and which is not. . happy reading.Kumpleto
Obsession wears his name, Vengeance wears his Crown
Anbu is not the kind of man who asks for power-he takes it. A mafia boss feared across Tamil Nadu, he's the kind of legend whispered in fear, the kind of man who ends you before you plead. At 34, he's not rich, not royal-but his wrath is worth empires. Raised in a village that hated him, abused and cast aside, he crawled out of hell alone and built his kingdom with nothing but a gun and scars. He doesn't forgive. He doesn't flinch. And love? It has no place in a world that never gave him any. Raatri Malhotra is the storm behind silence. At just 26, she wears her ADGP badge like a dagger tucked in silk-elegant, lethal, unshaken. Born into privilege, trained in precision, and haunted by the things she can't speak of, she doesn't chase justice. She hunts it. She's not just the law-she's the executioner hiding behind soft smiles and civil words. She plays the long game, and when the time comes, she never misses. "She wasn't born of the sun. She was carved from the night-velvet, vicious, and untouchable." He was everything she vowed to destroy. She was everything he never thought he could love. In a world where power corrupts and love consumes, some stories aren't written in ink. They're written in blood. Their love was not a fairytale-it was a massacre in slow motion. It wasn't built on trust. It was carved through betrayal, laced with blood and bound by need. He loved her like a curse-possessive, raw, unrelenting. She loved him like a loaded gun-cold, dangerous, and pointed straight at the world. Together, they didn't fix each other. They didn't change each other. They bled, broke, and burned-until the pain didn't taste like poison anymore. He became her war, and she became his only peace. And in a world where betrayal came easier than breath, they were violently, painfully loyal-until the very end. She would lie for him. He would kill for her. Because when monsters love, they don't hold hands. They hold hearts in clenched fists-and protect them like territory.
Code name: Ishq
*When duty collides with destiny, and protocol meets passion* --- What happens when an unstoppable force meets an immovable object? In the treacherous terrain where military precision clashes with medical compassion, Major Mayank Kashyap and Dr. Yamini Singh are about to find out. **She saves lives. He takes them. Both are excellent at their jobs.** Dr. Yamini Singh doesn't believe in following orders, especially when they conflict with her Hippocratic oath. Emergency medicine is her battlefield, and she's never met a protocol she couldn't bend in service of saving lives. Reckless? Perhaps. Effective? Undeniably. Major Mayank Kashyap lives by a different code entirely. Special forces, counter-terrorism, and a mysterious double life that requires him to vanish for thirty days every quarter. His world runs on discipline, hierarchy, and secrets buried so deep that even his closest friends don't know the whole truth. When an earthquake throws them together in the rubble of disaster, their first meeting ends with him physically restraining her and her questioning his authority. Professional courtesy? Not exactly. Mutual respect? Hardly. Yet somehow, beneath the antagonism, something dangerous begins to grow. One drunken confession. One impossible promise. One word written on a palm that changes everything. From earthquake zones to terrorist attacks, from military bases to hospital corridors, from family secrets to battlefields: their story unfolds across a landscape where personal becomes political, where protection becomes persecution, and where the line between salvation and destruction is razor-thin. *Code Name: Ishq* is more than a romance: it's an exploration of what happens when two people perfect at their jobs discover that their most challenging mission might be learning to love each other. It's about the weight of secrets, the cost of duty, and the courage required to choose vulnerability in a world that rewards armor.Kumpleto
BROKEN SOULS : COLD LIONS MAD OBESSION
I was about to marry my true love, filled with joy and excitement, when the unthinkable happened. My best friend, who had vanished for two excruciating years, burst onto the scene and shot him right in the head. Panic took over as he forcefully married me, transforming my life into a nightmare in mere moments. What now? --- **Adhushrit Rathore** At 27, he's the epitome of danger and intrigue-standing tall at six feet with mesmerizing brown hazel eyes that could captivate anyone. Known as the Lion's Cage, he reigns as the ruthless mafia leader of Rajasthan. *"Touch her, and I will ensure you'll regret ever existing."* **Niyati** A 26-year-old author and dancer, Niyati embodies kindness and an insatiable love for nature. Working in a small company to support her family, she balances life in her middle-class world. With long hair cascading to her hips, she effortlessly rocks both traditional and Western styles. A slim figure and a passion for reading make her enchanting. *"I was content until one incident spiraled my life into a beautifully twisted nightmare."* What secrets lie behind the man she is now bound to? How will the future unfold for both of them? What shadows linger from their shared past? Why is this tale titled "Broken Souls"? Discover the answers within the pages of this gripping story. All rights reserved. Any reproduction of my work will not be tolerated.
Misconceptions ✔
Highest ranking: #4 in Indian; #7 in General Fiction; #7 in politics. •2nd place category winner of The Stellar Awards, 2018. •1st place winner of Wonders Writing Contest, 2017 "People's Choice Awards." •3rd place winner of Wonders Writing Contest, 2017 "My Choice Awards." ~~~~~ Arjun Mehra is a passionate businessman who has an unfulfilled responsibility - one that made him return to his homeland. The responsibility -- if it can be considered such -- is to become the next Chief Minister of his state by hook or by crook. He did not realise that amidst all this, he will meet her. Did she come into his life like a gentle breeze (violent tornado) and sweep his heart away? Nah! That is not so easy with a determined man like him!! *** Radhika Mishra is a fiery journalist who hates anything that is related to politics. But being a responsible journalist, she had to sacrifice her hatred and attend a meeting of a local political party. She did not expect a chance meeting will get her noticed by him. Did he make her fall in love at first sight (first glare)? Nope! A strong willed lady like her does not believe in that utter nonsense. *** When these resolute personalities clash, the war of wills and wits is bound to happen. There are certain uncertainties in Arjun and Radhika's lives. Will they face their individual pasts and form a lifelong alliance of living together and loving each other or will they walk separate paths of their lives at a certain point of time? *** Join the exciting journey of Arjun and Radhika and see how their MISCONCEPTIONS formed the hinges for their bond. ~~~~~ ** The images used in the story does not belong to me. They are taken from various sources and edited to accommodate with the title of the story. **Kumpleto
"Kuch rishton ki shuruaat milne se nahi, ek chhoti si notification se hoti hai... Aur kabhi-kabhi ek simple 'Hi' bhi kisiki taqdeer likh deta hai." This is not just a story- this is based on my life...related my story. I am , Anaya singh and I have never met Advocate Rishabh Vashist in real life. But from the moment I saw him on social media, something changed. I don't know why or how, but I started liking him-unconditionally, without expecting anything in return. I sent him a friend request, but he never accepted. Still, I didn't stop. Every few days, I tried again, hoping that one day he would notice me. I even made another ID just to try my luck. And then, finally, one day, my persistence paid off-he accepted my request on Snapchat. But now, a new challenge began-how do I start a conversation without making it obvious that I had been waiting for this moment for months? I found the perfect excuse-my friend wanted to start an NGO, and I needed legal advice. So, I messaged him, pretending it was just about work. What followed was a conversation filled with unexpected laughter, playful banter, and stolen moments that meant everything to me. I don't know where this journey will lead me, whether Rishabh will ever see me the way I see him. But one thing is certain-this story is still unfolding, and I am writing it as it happens. "From DMs to Destiny" is not just a tale; it's my reality. A reality where I am chasing an unseen bond, a silent love, and a hope that maybe, just maybe, destiny will take my story forward.
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