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:

A showgirl who has awful luck finds herself in Birmingham, not looking for love or another somebody to lose, just looking for time to pass. She finds herself in the middle of trouble. How? That's for you to find out... 💌Thomas Shelby

so for the kuku fans of yrhpk. the makers destroyed the ultimate real and raw characters of kuhu and kunal while focusing on mahaan mishti so this is my take on how i would take their story forward if gotten a chance

Nesse "livro" irei postar alguns poemas que eu estou criando como forma de me espressar e de tirar eles do papel. Não é nada profissional, mas espero que gostem.

Boyfriends, breakups, cheerleaders, football players, drama, prom-this is the high school you see in the movies. The high school you see in real life? It's a much different story.

One fake relationship. Two desperate reputations. Zero room for error. ​Hannah Ryder knows how to play the game. As an ex-star of The Real Housewives of Miami, her life is built on image, but the spotlight is fading, and the sponsorships are drying up. She needs a comeback that doesn't involve another reunion show screaming match. ​Lando is the golden boy of the F1 track, but his "work hard, play harder" lifestyle has the board of directors sweating. To keep his seat and his multi-million dollar endorsements, he needs to prove he's finally ready to settle down. ​It started as a stray rumor in a Monte Carlo pit lane, but it turned into the ultimate business deal. For Hannah, it's a ticket back to the A-list. For Lando, it's the shield he needs to keep racing. ​But in a world of 200mph turns and paparazzi-filled penthouses, the line between a strategic "pitch" and a real feeling is starting to blur. They told the world they were in love, now they just have to make sure they don't lose their hearts in the process. ​"Different lives, different motives. The same dangerous game."

This is not a story. There is no plot, no characters, no ending. Just thoughts. Feelings I couldn't say out loud. Maybe you'll understand. Maybe you won't. But If even one of the things I've written sounds familiar, know that you're not alone...

We started as enemies. Fighting over everything, annoying each other since childhood. But he was always there - in my worst moments, in my silence, in my fears. He never said he loved me. But he never left either. And somewhere between his teasing and his care... I fell for him. A story of unspoken love, hidden feelings, and a bond that never broke. From fights to forever.

My obsession is and always will be about the ocean liner Titanic. I know this is from my most favorite book of Titanic: An Illustrated History, but I would love to type it out on here so it would be a digital format rather than carrying the book around that you can't just take with you all the time. Just let me know if I have did a slight mess up, I'll fix it, thanks.

A sequel to the first book of poems I made.

~Life~ An individually created purpose rather than a universal discovery, focusing on love, service, personal growth, and experiencing the present moment. Sometimes life isnt always what it seems. But then again 'The purpose of our lives is to be happy' -Dalai Lama Thats true, isn't it?

In the aftermath of Objections Sustained, the Law Executive Council faces a new era-more competitive, more public, and more dangerous. With expectations higher than ever, every member is under pressure to prove their worth. Bench Udan, the ever-confident PRO, thrives in the spotlight. Known for his charm and calculated words, he's used to controlling narratives-until Jazmine Kelly enters the scene. Jazmine is poised, brilliant, and effortlessly captivating. She quickly earns respect within the council, standing her ground even against seasoned members. But behind her composed exterior lies a secret no one could ever imagine: She is a princess, living under a hidden identity to escape a life of privilege and expectation. Law school is her rebellion. The council is her freedom. And Bench... is her escape. For the first time, Jazmine experiences a life where she is not defined by status-but by who she chooses to be. Bench's raw honesty, teasing arrogance, and refusal to treat her as anything special become the very things she clings to. But secrets don't stay buried forever. As council projects grow bigger and more public, Jazmine's past begins to catch up with her. And when her identity is threatened to be exposed, the simple life she built-and the love she never planned for-hangs in the balance. Because in a world where everything about her is extraordinary... Bench is the only thing that ever felt real.

Just a girl who feels everything a little too deeply turning late night thoughts into stories 11:11 never stopped meaning something to me maybe words can say what i never could... I write the things i couldn't say out loud the love that stayed... and the one that left some stories are real, just hidden behind fiction 11:11 still feels like a wound

Creepypasta Expirences, Rants, Reaserch, Ect. Fuck off if you dont beleive it. hate comments will be deleted. TW - mentions of death, gore, mental disorders, all that yummy gross shit. this is the only warning. Disclaimer - the more you reaserch into Slenderman and shit- the more of a 'threat' you are. So it's only natural if weird shit starts happening the more you read this weird shit.

I'm gonna start journaling on here for your entertainment and to keep me sane. Also I'm kinda chaotic, have epilepsy, anxiety, and probably low iron cause I keep almost passing out 😝 so enjoy a somewhat daily journal of my crazy slightly unhinged life!

I'm the type of person to hold back when it comes to the people around me. My mind works different I see colour in the shade, some see black and white with a little gray, sometimes. I can see it all. So this is my poems I write every now and then.

have you ever had a friend that always have something bad to say about themselves if you haven't you got to tell you how that is it's like seeing somebody call Gold dirty

Velmora Nights In the city of Velmora, darkness isn't just a time-it's a way of life. Beneath the glittering skyline, secrets whisper through neon-lit alleys, and danger hides behind every shadow. When Arden Vale, a clever but restless newcomer, arrives with nothing but a mysterious past, he finds himself tangled in a world of forbidden romances, power struggles, and the city's darkest underbelly. As nights grow longer and trust grows thinner, Arden must navigate friendships that aren't what they seem, enemies who wear smiles, and a love that could either save or destroy him. Every night holds a choice, and in Velmora, some choices never come back.