Smile Stories

1968..ᝰ "𝐎𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐯𝐞𝐢𝐥, 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝. 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐝𝐮𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐚𝐬 '𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐟𝐮𝐥' 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥." Her face was veiled however her gaze remained unveiled, revolting to see stars of her own sky which laid 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐯𝐞. वो नारी है , लहरों सी वो पैर छूना जानती है तो कश्ती डुबाना भी An arranged marriage between a woman desperate to belong to herself and a man who belonged more to revolutions than to love. Born with privilege but disgusted by the society around him, As a criminal lawyer, he fought for widows, young girls, and women whose voices were buried. Marriage was never meant to be part of his life until a promise brought them together as husband and wife. He belonged to nobility, precise in words, calm in demeanor and observant. She belonged only to herself, spoke words of her shadow. Stepping into his grand haveli as his wife forced her to face harsh customs, lingering judgments, and a marriage filled with quiet tension, stolen glances, and feelings neither of them were ready to name. And when society tries to break her spirit, will he stand beside the world he swore to change or set her dreamson fire for his family ? Tropes • Soft gaze × tough exterior • Feminist ML × Feminist FL • Shawl × cotton saree • Very slow burn • Curious FL × calm ML • Mutual yearning • Secured Masculinity • "Let me cry on your lap and cover my face with your pallu ( I'm terrible at writing description

Mahanadhi Vika One Shots + Relationship Story

"പ്രണയത്തിൻ്റെ അവസാനം എന്താന്ന് അറിയോ? അത് വേർപിരിയലാണ്... വിട്ടുകൊടുക്കലാണ്. ഈ ഒരു ജീവിതകാലം അത്രയും ഓർമിക്കാനുള്ള ഓർമകൾ സമ്മാനിച്ചാണ് അവൾ എന്നെ വിട്ടുപോയത്. അതു മതിയെനിക്ക്.... ആ ഓർമകൾ മാത്രം മതി...!". All the beauty has a little tragedy;

My old poems and quotes. Currently editing. Finished (2021)

"𝐈𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐚 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧, 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦." . . . . . He was barely twenty-two years old, too young to be called a man. While he was still learning to walk carefully around the shore, life in a flash pushed him into a raging ocean with no experience of survival and a newborn child in his weak, quivering arms. Inside it, at every inch -- demons, hundreds of demons cloaked in human flesh were silently waiting for him, their hands burning with an ache to be stained in blood. And the worst, cruelest truth was; they had been waiting for him but never for him. The child, the small life in his arms. Her breath. Her blood. That was all they wanted. He knew he was nothing, absolutely nothing before them --- just a simple boy with simpler intentions and the simplest way of seeing the world. He had every intention of walking away, of leaving her behind and forgetting she had ever existed. It was simple. It was the plan. Until she opened her eyes and lifted her wide, teary eyes to look at him and in those eyes of the newborn, lived an innocence so heavenly pure that for the first time, every sacrifice, even dying to protect her seemed worth it. After all, in the end, he had become her 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫, her baba. He fought every single one of them, not as a warrior but as a young father. As he forgot everything; his fear, his pain, his life. The only thing that he could remember was her crying little face, buried in the crook of his neck. But for how long could he keep her and himself safe from them? He knew he needed someone strong. Not just strong. But Stronger. Stronger than them, than those men. Perhaps, a man. Or many. Or maybe, just maybe, a woman, only.

#1 in MeandYou (06/14/25) #5 in QuietBoy (07/09/25) #4 in Quirky (02/24/26) #1 in Smile (09/6/26) *Mentions of Addiction/Abuse/Mental Health* (Under the process of being rewritten/editted, OGs know what's up) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Before I can help it, I grin ear to ear, and his softened gaze starts to fade. His eyes narrow into slits, "Don't you dare-" "What do you call a fish wearing a bowtie?" Instantly, Sawyer frowns, an unimpressed expression on his face. I smile, grabbing his cheeks and squishing them, "Don't make that face!!! C'mon, you gotta ask!! What do you call a fish wearing a bowtie?" Glaring, he mutters, "We're not doing this shit, Mari-" "Yes, we are!!" I let go of his face, "You ready?!!" "No." "I'm gonna say it." "You better not-" "SoFISHticated." "You're an idiot." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Senior year is coming up, and things seem normal. Friends are doing the usual, family is, well...familying, and life is as is. But after a chance encounter at a thrift shop, everything changes in a matter of seconds. What happens when a broody boy meets a bubbly girl who suddenly brings color to a world he thought had permanently lost it? Well two things occur: 1 - He isn't coping well, a little upset about it honestly. And 2 - He can't stop thinking about HER. And to make it all the worse, she's suddenly everywhere. Even at his school. Started August 2023 - ????

What a fine, miserable life I've got that I yearn for a life to live that is completely different from this one...

Welcome to 'Insights Inked'! Dive into a collection of uplifting essays designed to ignite positivity and inspiration. Each piece is crafted to uplift your spirits and leave you with a smile. Whether you're seeking a boost of motivation or a moment of reflection, these feel-good essays are here to brighten your day. Let 'Insights Inked' be your companion in finding joy and optimism in everyday moments.

On The Way to a Smile is a collection of seven short stories written by Kazushige Nojima the scenario writer for the J-RPG (Japanese Role Playing Game) Final Fantasy VII and its spin-off movie Advent Children. Each story takes a look at how the characters have been doing in the two year gap between the end of the original Final Fantasy VII story and the beginning of the movie Advent Children.

He found his home in her He fell first , Both fell harder It's a typical 90s arranged marriage between two strangers bound by family, tradition and expectations. He is calm and carrying scars from a past he never talks about. She is fierce in her silence, doubtful of marriage after seeing how society treats women. But somewhere between shared glances and unspoken care ,love found its way. She healed his wounds and he became her safe place. This is their journey of two souls learning that sometimes, love doesn't come by choice, it just happens.

a poem collection about the man who stole my smile

"𝙇𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙞𝙨𝙣'𝙩 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙫𝙚𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙠𝙮 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙫𝙮 𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙨𝙩. 𝙄𝙩'𝙨 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙨𝙪𝙣 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙧, 𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙢 𝙩𝙚𝙖 𝙙𝙪𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙧𝙖𝙞𝙣, 𝙖 𝙨𝙤𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙤𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙘𝙧𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜" 𝙹𝚘𝚒𝚗 𝚁𝚒𝚟𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙰𝚗𝚟𝚒𝚔𝚊 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚓𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚢 𝚘𝚏 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎. 𝙰 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚊𝚏𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚎𝚜, 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚋𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚌𝚕𝚎𝚜-𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚖𝚎.

a collection of words drawn from my thoughts,observations,conversations...

Do you know what happens with those who don't follow the rules? Let me tell you little story about my childhood.

when you wear makeup continuously you forget who you are underneath.

Come one, come all, I don't care u who are, a killer or a reader, come and join the fun and watch my life crumple into tiny peices🫠

"when sweet person or a close person goes to far from us.... we may or may not say but our heart says to their heart YOU MADE ME ALONE...!!!" here r some happy, depressed, sad, motivated and many type thoughts and quotes ... so read if u like!!! and some r from google...some from books.. i mean from everywhere :)...so read nd vote nd comment... nd" BE POSITIVE"!!! :)

Some houses are abandoned. Some are forgotten. And some are left exactly as they are for a reason. Mila has always loved exploring abandoned places. Until she visits Mary's Manor. The locals won't talk about it. Mila should have listened. Because after leaving the manor, something feels different. The whispers begin. Then the nightmares. Then the feeling that someone is watching her. But she's not alone. And whatever followed her home... is getting closer.

Brea has been getting beaten ever since she was little. All of that changes when she met the guy of her dreams but would he be able to protect her from her dad before he surfaces again?