Real Stories

On my wedding night, I waited behind a heavy bridal veil, my heart pounding with fear and uncertainty. The door closed, and he sat before me. Then his voice broke the silence-innocent, fragile. "Didi... aap ab se mere saath rahoge kya?" (Sister will you live with me now?) That moment shattered me. He wasn't my brother. He wasn't a relative's child. He was my husband. Aditya Singh Chaudhary. A handsome man of twenty-five... yet locked in the mind of a nine-year-old but with a truth that froze me to the core. They called him incomplete. They called him broken. But fate made him mine. And now, I must decide- am I only his caretaker only... or will I learn to be the wife of a man who never truly grew up? 🎀 𝒥𝒾𝓈 𝒟𝒾𝓃 🎀

بە دڵخۆشییەوە ناوی هەشتەم کوڕی، وە ١٥یەم مناڵی لە تیانوسەکەدا نووسی، بەرواری لە دایک بوونی هەتا لە یاد نەچێتەوە کوێخا هەر لەگەڵ لە دایک بوونی ئەو کوڕەی سێ مەڕی کرد بە خێر بۆ خەڵکی گوند هەر وەک هەموو ئەوانی تر هەڵۆ'لە بن گوێی خوێندی کوێخا ئەبێت بە شمشێری گەل بە ڕوحی وشە و خامە ئەبێت بە کوێخایەکی تەواو بۆ خەڵکانی گوندەکەی بۆ براکانی تاقانەیە وەلەو لەلای منداڵەکانی لە ڕق زیاتر هیچ بوونی نییە چی ڕوودەدا ئاخۆ؟ ~ لە ڕاستیەوە وەرگیراوە! بەرواری دانان :١٠ی دە ، ٢٠٢٥ کۆتایی:

Nidhi, an adopted child, lost her biological parents in a horrific accident at the tender age of four, resulting in the most traumatic experience of her life. While her father showers her with love, the same cannot be said about her mother. Nidhi plans a trip to Delhi to meet her boyfriend, Rohit, only to have her heart shattered. Returning to Lucknow with the pieces of her broken heart, she remains oblivious to the surprises that await her. Unbeknownst to her, Mrs. Rajawat proposes a marriage alliance to Nidhi's parents. Pressured by her mother due to her father's worsening health, Nidhi reluctantly agrees. Nidhi and Vaibhav have known each other since childhood but never had the chance to meet. Embark on a journey through the tender pages of Nidhi and Vaibhav's love story, where every glance, every touch, and every moment intricately weaves the tapestry of an enchanting tale filled with warmth, care, and the timeless essence of true love.

this book isn't really at risk anymore. it's still here. and don't worry, i'm still alive :) Hello! This is my diary of becoming a real fox neko! Warning, this is 100% REAL. I am NOT kidding about this. And plz no hate. I try to update everyday! This book features my life becoming a mythic in a family of humans and a mother who doesn't really approve of this.. and for goodness sake, NO. COMMENTS. ASKING. ME. IF. I. WANT. TO. COLLABORATE. TO. MAKE. My. "STORY". MORE. APPEALING. this isn't a story, sheesh! enough with the trolling! I can't believe I had to mention this! Read on to see more! ;)

"I thought you wasn't a romantic" "I mean I do what I can" he shrugged standing there looking so damn fine. I stepped down my porch and went over to him and his Cadillac. He leaned off the car "Hi my name is August and I will be your date for tonight" making me blush a little. I took the bouquet of pink roses. "Thank you August" He opened the door for me and I got in. He shut the door and leaned down till we were face to face. "Buckle up baybeh. You in for a ride" Read for more.. Seoni's looking a 90's love in this generation. A good man is hard to find but Seoni was willing to wait for that one guy, and while not what she expected she may have fallen for a hood romantic guy.

Being Indian American feels like living in a pressure cooker wrapped in a smile. You're told to be perfect, productive, palatable - never loud, never intimidating. But travel to India, and you'll meet folks who are bold, stylish, confident, and unapologetically gangsta. DEAR DIASPORA, YOU'RE NOT THE MAIN CHARACTER is a sharp, personal callout - not to India, but to the suffocating performance of "representation," perfectionism and intraracial competition that dominates Desi life in the West. This isn't a sob story - it's a truth bomb. A cultural essay that demands real freedom, not filtered branding. If you're ready to sip some realness, break free from the cage of expectations, and find your max pro aura - this is for you. 🍋 Bold. Tart. Sweet. Unfiltered. 🍋 Just like a glass of limeade on a hot day.

Valentina has her life together. She works, she hustles & she stays in her lane, Chicago taught her how to mind her business and protect her peace. He's the kind of man people recognize without introductions. Not because he's loud but because his name carries weight. They come from different sides of the city They weren't supposed to cross paths. But once they do, it's hard to pretend nothing changed. Loving him isn't simple. And in Chicago, nothing ever is. Sincerely, Valentina.

ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏᴏᴋ.

I'm Spirit and I am a currently a beginner at being an IRL magi and being a psychic and this is my journal that I will (hopefully) consistently update ! (true story no hate or calling me delusional)

This is a small story I wrote, based on my life actually; and on what I'm going through right now. But I also feel we are all going through something similar and I hope it resonates with all of you.

Have you ever felt the weight of something left unsaid? In this, silence isn't empty it's full of ghosts the things we long to confess, the apologies that never leave our lips, the love we almost expressed. Through the quiet interplay of presence and absence, the words on the page pull us into an intimate space where emotions linger like whispers brushing against the soul. It's not just loneliness we're facing, but a deep, aching yearning one that feels familiar, even if we can't name it.

WELCOME HOME

This is a pure teen based Novel only to increase your delusions and to relate and enjoy no harm and no copy from others but inspirations

A thread keeps me bind to everyone I know. Stories that attach us as whole no matter how small. Memories from the past and present moments that will become distant thoughts in the future. I was always hungry for greatness, success- I strived for what I needed far earlier than their time. I knew I was destined to be something more, something I carried within me, something intangible. Yet something that was yet to bloom. I am The Thread that binds myself. With this Thread I will find me. 16-yr old Aspen Peters, living in Chicago, navigates her life through high school with a mind bloomed differently- that threads experiences together and pulls them apart while finding herself within the complex world of growing up and discovering life.

Read the other book This ones diferent A new story A real one Magic covers it Anythings posible Because Freinds can

This is kinda inspired by BEANSAKEN and BEANS FORSAKEN fics on wattpad also i this takes place after Spectre loses his powers to an unknown entity (drama lmao) and ultimately VERY ACCIDENTAL accidently made everyone into beans, although the killer beans are a bit later BC its Spectre trying to hold his realm together but fails miserably and get sents to brazil...... ok i admit that wasnt funny. ANYWAYS ENJOY!! ALSO THEIR CARETAKER: TALIA HAS NO SAD LORE OR ANY LORE. SOME BULLYS THERE AND THERE BUT RLLY NOTHING ELSE!! THIS STORY ONLY ENDS ONCE TALIA FINDS OUT HOW TO BRING THEM BACK TO WHERE THEY BELONG.( NOT FORSAKEN OFC )

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I just want to share with all you the story of Karna . Some people hate him and love him but I just want to put my words about his character the way he was although he was son of sun still he have to always fought for his rights. Hope you like my story if you find mistake in this mythological story please do comment I will like to correct it as it's my first time writing about the one of the character from mahabharat which is always admire since I read about him when I was 19th years I hope you like ❤