Raindrops Stories

She doesn't fall in love ..... she controls love ...... Moon se-rin ....... . . . Inspired by Dear X

Two people, two broken hearts, both carrying the same pain. They never expected their paths to cross, but fate had other plans. When they meet, something shifts-an unspoken understanding, a connection that feels familiar yet new, as if their hearts have always known each other. In each other, they find someone who truly sees them, someone who reflects their own scars and understands their silent battles. What begins as a chance encounter slowly grows into something deeper, something neither of them can ignore. Together, they discover that sometimes, two people who have been broken in the same way are exactly what the other needs-and that love, born from shared pain, can be the most powerful force of all. started- 12/08/25 ended-

കാശിയുടേയും അവൻ്റെ മാത്രം ശ്രീയുടേയും കഥ... 🔥🔥കാശിശ്രീ പ്രണയം🔥🔥

Rain... Feels the pain. While you sit in the train, The drops hit the plane.

words that drizzles, falls, and showers like raindrops through me but doesn't fall visibly.

A short story about a Scene made up in someone's mind

having a panic attack in an open road while the rain hits your face - 495 words

Arjun a boy from Chennai Tamil Nadu, reads out his story stating the part where fate decided to put something interesting in his ways making him meet Nibeer from Assam....and making him experience something unexpected

Two souls. Fighting against their own demons trying to survive everyday. Will they be able to swallow each others pain? or get drowned in each others pain?

For the past two years, Wangji has thought of Wei Ying. But today, he's longing for him even more. Cover art: 乌索Yu https://m.weibo.cn/u/2644078124?jumpfrom=weibocom

He wasn't supposed to see her again. Not after everything burned to ashes, not after he buried that part of his life deep beneath Moscow's frozen silence. But one glimpse-just one-through the blur of city traffic, and she was there. Her face, a memory he never managed to forget. Her eyes, the ghost that still kept him awake. For years, he's watched her from afar-quietly, carefully, dangerously. Not out of love. Not entirely. Because sometimes obsession doesn't start with desire-it starts with a memory that refuses to fade. And now that he's back... she's about to learn that some ghosts never stop following you. He's the kind of man you notice twice - once because you feel his presence before you see him, and again because you wish you hadn't. Born in Russia, the heir of the Morozov legacy. Mikhail Morozov, raised in silence and scars, he learned early that the world doesn't reward softness. He speaks little, but when he does, his words cut clean - precise, deliberate, dangerous. He moves like someone who's always calculating, never surprised. The kind of man whose calmness makes you uneasy. There's something about him that doesn't belong anywhere - not in the light, not in love, not even in the life he's trying to rebuild. But the moment he saw her again, everything he had buried began to surface. The danger, the desire, the memories - all of it. Now, he's not chasing her. He's remembering her... and that might be even worse.

This story is about a teenage girl who just gets back from a long trip from England and tries her best to fit in back into her small town in Colorado , but finds problems with some of her people from her past. But safely she finds herself a boy and a few friends that will help her on her way .

a compilation of what my mind has to say about things. some can be quite personal. some, quite metaphorical. but all of them born from the ashes of my being © cover (don't remember where i saw this, just the fact that this isn't mine)

Ella, a reserved writer by profession and an employe at alex company, and Alex, a software engineer by profession also he is also a C.E.O. of his company, they meet by chance at a cozy café on a rainy evening. Though opposites-Ella lost in stories and Alex focused on reality-they form an unexpected bond. As their relationship grows, they navigate misunderstandings, emotional walls, and the challenge of balancing ambition with love. Through late-night talks, shared dreams, and moments of doubt, they learn to trust, compromise, and embrace vulnerability. In the end, they realize love isn't about perfection but about choosing each other, again and again. Their story, which began with a shared table, becomes a lifelong journey of understanding and growth. In the end, their story is not about grand gestures but about the quiet moments that build a lasting love. From strangers to lovers, they prove that even the most unexpected connections can become something real, something worth fighting for.

Rainy days.

Running away from the worsening weather, you meet a girl working at a coffee shop. She loves literature, tragic tales, and makes a good cup of coffee. But there is something about her that you just can't put your finger on.

My collection of poems of different poetic forms. Especially, the Japanese Tanka and Haiku forms, with some sonnets thrown in.

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