Same love. Same heartbreak.
- Lecturas 16
- Votos 2
- Partes 1
It all started with a fake promise and ended with "I do."
Same love, Different story.
Same heartbreak, Different chapter.
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I made a promise, a commitment, a vow, and an oath that I'd never fall into the brutality they call love ever again, as it is something not to be toyed with. Think of it this way: Love is like a scented candle. The candle stick and the waxed aroma make the candle itself. Then it's ignited by a great inferno, and together, they make a beautiful thing. It burns for a long time, but then it loses that flame, that spark that ignited the creature. I guess the two most important ingredients gave up on each other. "Love" can be a metaphor, a simile, but most of all, a promise. A promise that can't be kept, something that waits until infinity to be broken. At least that's what I, Roseabella Swayed, once believed.Concluida
Forcefully Married ✅
"You should have told me before that you weren't interested in me" I yelled at my so called husband Samad. Tears were rolling down my cheeks. "Jawariyah please try to understand" Samad said but this time I won't. "From two years only I am trying to understand..... Only I am the one who's compromising... Why not you?" I questioned him. I know I was the one who was being harsh this time but that's enough. "Jawariyah.. You are not the only one who's compromising..." He yelled as his jaws clinched and he pulled me closer.. Closer to his body.. His chest... His heart.. *********************************** They both are married to each other but are totally diff: She's sweet, kind, beautiful, caring and afraid.. Afraid of anger afraid of loneliness... Scared of darkness... and most importantly she's weak! She can't stand up fo herself. He's arrogant, rude, angry, bitter, a psychopathic lover... He's all what she hated.. He's rich.. He's handsome.. If you're looking for sweet romance this is not it. Mistakes.. Misunderstandings.. Miseries.. All these three words would shatter their life.. Their love.Concluida
Promise? (Leondre Devries)
"Promise?" "Promise." You promised, but you broke it. Can I still trust you?Concluida
Broken Promises
"You promised me you wouldn't fall in love with her and you did. But the worst thing is you promised me everyday that you only loved me while you told her the exact same thing behind my back".Concluida
Forever Heaven
"Shanvi, stop crying, and get ready," she urged. "Congratulations, from today you are husband and wife," the priest announced to the newly married couple. ---------- "Don't expect anything from me, and I will never consider you my wife," he stated, his voice devoid of any emotion. She met his gaze, finding his face an impassive mask. Despite the tears threatening to spill, she nodded, striving to maintain her composure. Would love bloom in their hearts, or would fate weave a different tapestry for them? The future remained unwritten, their destinies hanging in the balance. ---------- NOTE:- English is not my first language, so there will be some grammatical and spelling mistakes.. *Do not copy this*Concluida
Scattered Hearts (Completed) ✅️
"Arranged?." I asked. "Yes. " She replied. There comes a time in your life when you feel utterly guilty of leading a life you never wanted. But the taste of it only gets worst when you loose someone in the process of portraying yourself as strong and capable human. To find out the relation between these two individuals so read my book!Concluida
I made a promise, a commitment, a vow, and an oath that I'd never fall into the brutality they call love ever again, as it is something not to be toyed with. Think of it this way: Love is like a scented candle. The candle stick and the waxed aroma make the candle itself. Then it's ignited by a great inferno, and together, they make a beautiful thing. It burns for a long time, but then it loses that flame, that spark that ignited the creature. I guess the two most important ingredients gave up on each other. "Love" can be a metaphor, a simile, but most of all, a promise. A promise that can't be kept, something that waits until infinity to be broken. At least that's what I, Roseabella Swayed, once believed.
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