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She walks forward, step by step, though the path ahead is veiled in mist. She does not know where it leads-only that she must move, must keep moving, even as the weight of yesterday clings to her like a ghost. Her voice is gone, stolen by time or tragedy-she can't remember which. Her loved ones have vanished like fleeting dreams, and happiness is nothing more than a word she once knew. All that remains is the color red. A memory. A feeling. A thread she cannot unravel. And then, him. A silent figure in the distance, watching with eyes like embers, their glow steady in the dark. Not unkind. Not cruel. Just seeing her in a way no one else ever has. She doesn't know why she steps closer. Perhaps it is the way those eyes linger, the way they speak without words, the way they remind her that even in silence, something-someone-can still listen. A reminder that she doesn't only have to love - but can be loved in return. ▬ bakugo x reader ▬ status; ongoing

Whispers of wafa Series- Book 1 "nhi nhi .......Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh .........Love you can't leave me like this......please please look I am your Aruu.....please jaan look at me please"Aryan was screaming out of his lungs and try to wake her up but....... * * * "Ajj tumhari wajah sein meri zindagi nark baan chuki hain.....kyun aye tum meri Zindagi main.....mein aise hi khush thi"Then she left(Bcoz of you today my life becomes hell.....why did you come in my life......I was happy being like this)."Tumhe main Apna banakar hi rahunga"Said Aayan With smirk(I will make you mine). * * * "kyun Bhagwan ji kyun.....mujhe laga ki woh mujhse pyaar karta hain lekin........."(why god why .....i thought he love me but.....)She said while Joint her hands before Statue of lord Krishna."Tumhe main Dharti Pe hi nark ka swaad dilaunga"(i will make you taste the Hell in earth )Said Ahaan while sipping drink from glass and looking at a picture frame where a girl was chuckling. * * * "Tum jante hoon na ki main tumse kitna pyaar karta hoon per phir bhi yeh judaai kyun......kyun kyun kyun"(you know ryt that i love you then why this separation why......why why why)said Ayush while punching on the wall."Kyunki tumne mujhse mera sab kuch chhin liya hain Ayush Singh Rathore and I will not spare you"(bcoz you snach everything from me Ayush Singh Rathore and i will not leave you )She said. *************** *************** *************** ~Aryan×Roohanika. ~Aayan×Rahanika. ~Ahaan×Lavanya. ~Ayush×Aliena. CEO×LAWYER. CEO×SURGEON. LAWYER×PROFESSOR. BUSINESS MAN×P.A.

කිසිවෙකුටවත් නොදෙවෙනි ආධිපත්‍යයකින් මුළු මායා දේශයේම බලය පතුරවන ව්‍යාඝ්‍ර වංශයේ තුන්වෙනි උරුමක්කාරයා... * සිතිජ නිම්නාද් ව්‍යාඝ්‍රව්‍ * තම සැඟවුණු බල ජාන නැවත සක්‍රීය කිරීමට වෙර දරන්නා වූ සිංහ පරම්පරාවේ එඩිතර තරුණයෙක්... * අභිලාෂ් දෙව්සිතු කේසරසිංහ * සිව් වංශිකයන්ගේ බල අරගල මැදින් ඉදිරියට ඇදෙන ඔවුන් දෙදෙනාගේ ප්‍රේම වෘතාන්තයයි මේ.. 💐💐💐💐 Tharu 🌟

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When two broken souls cross paths, destiny weaves a story they never saw coming. Noor - a girl with quiet strength, hiding her pain behind soft smiles. Areeb - a man who swore never to love again after his heart was shattered. But sometimes, love doesn't ask for permission - it just happens. In a world full of misunderstandings, distance, and unspoken emotions, Noor and Areeb find themselves drawn together by something deeper than words. Their love is not perfect - it's real, raw, and tested by time. From strangers to something much more, their story reminds us that even the most guarded hearts can find home in someone else. "When Hearts Met" isn't just a love story - it's about healing, trust, and the magic of finding love when you least expect it

What do you do when the world is quiet but your mind won't shut up? 3:04 A.M. is a haunting, intimate collection of fragmented thoughts, whispered confessions, and emotional snapshots scribbled in the dark. Equal parts journal, poetry, and stream-of-consciousness therapy, this book captures the sleepless moments where memories hit hardest, regrets echo loudest, and truths are too raw to say aloud. With the vulnerable honesty of a midnight voicemail and the strange comfort of a stranger's open diary, these unsent messages explore love, loss, nostalgia, and the beautiful chaos of being awake when everyone else is dreaming. This is not a book you read - it's one you feel. This is especially made for anyone who has ever stared at the ceiling and thought, "I shouldn't be feeling this much right now."

It all started with a little first-year crush on him which turned out to be an addictive obsession. She did not know if it was love, but then she got her answer when the Dark Mark appeared on her left arm.

It's Just Not My Year, But I'm All Good Out Here. graphic lotto ╱ book covers, moodboards, and gifs open!ㅤㅤ dxrlingphxntom.

A collection of poems I have wrote, some sad, some not.

𝐼 𝑔𝑜𝓉 𝒶 𝒽𝑜𝓇𝓈𝑒𝓈𝒽𝑜𝑒 '𝓇𝑜𝓊𝓃𝒹 𝓂𝓎 𝓃𝑒𝒸𝓀 𝐿𝑜𝓉𝓉𝒶 𝒶𝓃𝑔𝑒𝓁𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓎 𝒸𝓁𝑜𝓈𝑒

WHY by Aria Growing up isn't loud for everyone. For some of us, it's quiet. Full of thoughts we don't say out loud. Mira is a teenager who asks too many questions and gets too few answers. While everyone around her seems to be moving forward, she feels stuck inside her own mind, wondering why things feel heavier than they should. This isn't a story about being broken. It's about being young, confused, and aware in a world that keeps telling you to stop thinking so much. Written like a diary, WHY is for anyone who has ever felt older than their age, invisible in a crowd, or tired of pretending they're fine. If you've ever asked "why" and didn't know who to ask, this story is for you.

Have you ever wanted to be seen? Seen for who you really are? The protagonist wants the same thing, but he is never seen in the way he needs to be. In the middle of New York City, he drifts through friendship, sex, pain, drugs, and love, searching for the right kind of attention and always missing it. He questions almost everything. He listens. He observes. But who listens to him? Trying to become the person he envies and escape the stereotypes placed on gay men, he finds himself haunted by them instead. (This isn't supposed to be something extravagant, just a fun little world I wanted to create, this is just a small story I decided to write because I was bored.)

An anthology of fragments in prose, moments rescued from the silence.

Not all love stories are same Some begin with anger Some with silence Some with healing Some with heartbreak Different couples Different Stories Love is not simple- and not everyone survives it the same way ~irhawritess

Presenting short stories, in a dramatically aesthetic way, which I may have jotted during wintery midnights. It's a self reciprocation and dwellnes in contours of life, gently averting through seasons, solitude, relationships, in puzzled form.

Vivienne inherits from her father not only a flower shop drowning in debt, but also secrets that were never meant to see the light of day. When Alver enters her life - a man whose gaze can mesmerize and wound in equal measure - Viv still has no idea that their fates are tied together far more deeply than they should be. Some stories end with death. And some only begin there. "Every wing remembers the darkness of the cocoon."

𝐊𝐚𝐡𝐚𝐚𝐧𝐢 𝐞𝐤 𝐀𝐣𝐞𝐞𝐛 𝐬𝐢 𝐋𝐚𝐝𝐤𝐢 𝐚𝐮𝐫 𝐀𝐣𝐚𝐛 𝐬𝐞 𝐋𝐚𝐝𝐤𝐞 𝐤𝐢, "𝐀𝐣𝐚𝐛 𝐒𝐢 - 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐅𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐌𝐢𝐬𝐟𝐢𝐭𝐬" Finally Republishing! In the imaginary city of Sanjhpur in Coonoor, resided a lively girl originally from the heart of Punjab, who had became the heart of Sanjhpur over the years too. She was born with courage so high, it could outshine the gangsters. Her each step was rebellion and each smile was mischief. 𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒔 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌𝒔 𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒓. 𝗧𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘀𝗮𝗮𝘁𝗵 𝘀𝗮𝗮𝘁𝗵 𝗮𝗶𝘀𝗮 𝗞𝗼𝗶 𝗻𝗼𝗼𝗿 𝗮𝗮𝘆𝗮 𝗵𝗮𝗶. 𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗶 𝗿𝗼𝘀𝗵𝗻𝗶 𝗸𝗮, 𝗛𝗮𝗹𝗸𝗮 𝘀𝗮 𝗲𝗸 𝘀𝗮𝗮𝘆𝗮 𝗵𝗮𝗶...♡ In the same imaginary city of Sanjhpur, shifted a boy originally from Thane, Maharashtra. He wasn't anyone's heart, Never gave anyone his. Because he was always too focused on his dream, which was his aspiration to become an actor or a cybersecurity analyst. 𝑯𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌𝒔 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒌𝒔. 𝗞𝗶𝘁𝗻𝗮 𝗸𝘂𝗰𝗵 𝗸𝗲𝗵𝗻𝗮 𝗵𝗮𝗶 𝗽𝗵𝗶𝗿 𝗯𝗵𝗶 𝗵𝗮𝗶 𝗱𝗶𝗹 𝗺𝗲𝗶𝗻 𝘀𝗮𝘄𝗮𝗮𝗹 𝗸𝗮𝗵𝗶𝗻. 𝗦𝗮𝗽𝗻𝗼 𝗺𝗲𝗶𝗻 𝗷𝗼 𝗿𝗼𝘇 𝗸𝗮𝗵𝗮 𝗵𝗮𝗶 𝘄𝗼𝗵 𝗽𝗵𝗶𝗿𝘀𝗲 𝗸𝗮𝗵𝗼𝗼𝗻, 𝘆𝗮𝗮 𝗻𝗮𝗵𝗶...? ♡ When fate assigns them to the same college, same trouble, their life is not so normal anymore. 𝘼𝙖𝙣𝙠𝙝𝙤𝙣 𝙢𝙚𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙞, 𝘼𝙟𝙖𝙗 𝙎𝙞, 𝘼𝙟𝙖𝙗 𝙎𝙞 𝙖𝙙𝙖𝙖𝙮𝙚𝙞𝙣 𝙝𝙖𝙞𝙣.. ♡♡

𝐓𝐇𝐄 ocean didn't frighten me at first. ˚˖𓍢ִ໋❀────୨ৎ────˚˖𓍢ִ໋❀────୨ৎ────˚˖𓍢ִ໋❀────୨ৎ── It was warm. Blue in a way that felt unreal. Endless. Like something that could hold you forever if you let it. They said Pandora was a miracle. 𝐀 𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 ⋆˙⟡ ⊹ ࣪ ˖ A place where futures were rewritten and broken things could breathe again. But no one tells you what you lose when you're forced to begin again. .✦ ݁˖ I didn't belong to the water. .𖥔 ݁ ˖𓂃.☘︎ ݁˖ I didn't belong to this world. And I certainly didn't belong to him. Yet somehow, in the middle of coral and salt and borrowed summers, he found me anyway. Some loves are loud. ˚⊱🪷⊰˚⊹ ࣪ ˖⊹ ࣪ ˖ Ours was quiet. ❀࿐❀࿐❀࿐ The kind you only recognize once it's already gone. This is not a story about surviving. .𖥔 ݁ ˖𓂃.☘︎ ݁˖.𖥔 ݁ ˖𓂃.☘︎ ݁˖𓍢🌷͙֒ It's about remembering. ⊹₊⟡🌺⋆About the summer that changed me.⊹₊⟡🌺⋆ About the boy the ocean wouldn't give back. And about the truth no one warns you about- we never meant to surface. 10//1//2026 𝘼𝙞𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙤𝙨𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨