Real Stories

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:

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 🎀

this book isn't really at risk anymore. it's still here. 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. 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! ;)

You'll find poems about rage and survival, love and longing, isolation and betrayal-every emotion I've ever wrestled with is here, carved into lines of confession and reflection. Some will hit like a punch. Some will whisper like a hand holding yours in the dark. All of them are real. If you've ever searched for yourself in someone else's words, or wondered if your pain, your fire, your chaos mattered, you might just find yourself here. This is my voice, my storm, my truth-blunt, fiery, and impossible to ignore. Every poem is a piece of me-raw, unfiltered, and unapologetic. These are the words I couldn't say aloud, the truths I carried alone, the scars I turned into fire. Poems You'll Never Read by Kaylee Rose is for anyone who's ever felt broken, silenced, unseen, or betrayed. Poems You'll Never Read by Kaylee Rose.

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.

She is a medical student who turned into one of the famous singer and actress . He is a CBI officer whose family business is a leading global company. She has a long history of murders she committed about which the world doesn't know. His identity as a CBI officer , almost nobody knows except his parents. When these two people cross their paths and know about each other , will he sacrifice his love or will he provide justice to the victims... ??? CAUTION : • This is just a piece of fiction and no character is pointed to any real life person or a situation •. This is my original piece of creativity and no part of the story is taken from anywhere • There is no use of swear words or bad language so readers can read without hesitation •. It is a crime thriller so reader can expect some violence •. Feel free to leave this story if it isn't your cup of tea though •. If you love reading this please let me know how you feel about it ❤️

I am 25 and my life feels like a big mess. Join me as I unfold this story and trust God to make my life beautiful. Welcome to the story of my life.

Four souls. Two broken pasts. One dangerous connection. Zaid & Asher Ahmad - step-brothers bound by love, shattered by trauma. Mahinoor & Sania Qureshi - one calm, one chaotic, both hiding scars of their own. Jab inki raaste takrate hain, dil bhi toot te hain... aur sach bhi. Some bonds heal you. Some destroy you. This story has both

Tree of Ink is a series of poems across a wide variety of topics. Some poems are freely written, some have multiple stanzas or even just one,; but each poem tells its own story. I hope you enjoy and take something from it for yourself.

රිදි නුල් වලට හදවත් කැපිලා යනවා කවදාවත් හීනෙකින් වත් හිතුවේ නෑ මගේ අත් දෙකට නීතියේ විලංගු වැටෙයි කියලා,ජේල් එකක හිර වෙලා මම නොකරපු වරදක් වෙනුවෙන් හිරබත් කන්න බෑ මට.. "අඩුම තරමේ මගේ ආදරේවත් මාව විශ්වාස කරේ නෑ!" "මට බෑ..මට මැරෙන්න ඕනේ!!!!!!" Main-V,Jk,Ohara

"A gripping tale of love, family, and survival. Mina's life takes a dark turn when circumstances beyond her control test her courage and resilience. In a home filled with tension, struggles, and secrets, can she find hope and strength to face the future?" #real true story # #Family drama

Shella has trouble. Depression and bipolar disorder. She meets ### (blurred out) they can't be together. But, maybe they are ment to be in a different place. In a different world. Based of me and my crush:) ONE SHOTS IN AUS

"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.

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.

its a story of a boy who is testing his manhood

Dipti never took dreams seriously. To her, they were just soft, blurry fragments of the day-nothing meaningful, nothing worth remembering. Until one night changed everything. A dream that felt sharper. Closer. Real. A dream with him in it. Shreyansh. Her almost-friend. Her unexpected constant. Quiet, unpredictable, and always hard to read-yet somehow always aware of her in ways she couldn't explain. She tries to ignore it. It's just a dream. Just timing. Just teenage confusion. But then reality begins echoing what she saw: the strange glances, the tightened silences, the unexplained jealousy, the subtle ways he appears right when she needs someone. Their dynamic shifts-softly at first, then unmistakably-across classrooms, corridors, and everything in between. What begins as a small moment at the end of 11th grade grows quietly through 12th... changing shape, deepening, becoming something neither of them has the courage to name. Dipti soon finds herself caught between a dream that refuses to fade and a connection that keeps unfolding on its own-unexpected, unplanned, and impossible to ignore. This isn't her first love story. It's the one that feels final. The kind that moves with time, survives distance, and returns when it's meant to. A warm, slow-burn romance about unintentional affection, silent emotions, and the love that finds you gently-first in a dream, and then in life.

My life journey with God Volume 22

Chapa de silva story Danger force story When Ray's daughter, Stacy, shows up in Swellview, things start to change-especially for Chapa. What begins as tension turns into something neither of them expected. Between secret kisses, late-night cuddles, and questions they're not ready to answer, Stacy and Chapa find themselves tangled in something real. But when you live in a world of danger, powers, and secrets, love might be the strangest thing of all.

Hi all "💔 IMPORTANT ANNOUNCEMENT 💔 Hey everyone, I am so sorry for the silence! Unfortunately, this account was hacked and I am unable to log in or update here anymore. However, I refuse to give up on this story! I am restarting the story on a brand new account. Life sometimes takes us to places we never thought we would go. I moved into a new house thinking it's just another rented place, but it became the turning point of my life. She was my neighbour. A dancer. Religious. Beautiful in ways I couldn't explain. At first it was just small talks, snacks, coffee... but then I saw her in a saree, and my world changed. This is not a fantasy, not a filmy love story. This is just another love story... mine.

In a city that never truly paused - where the nights buzzed as loud as the days, and dreams rose and fell with the tides of traffic - two souls were quietly drifting. One, weighed down by responsibility, chasing a future mapped out in numbers and silent sacrifices. The other, carried by the winds of whimsy, chasing nothing and everything at once, with dreams stitched together in bursts of color and curiosity. Delhi was a place of endless stories, and most passed by unnoticed - faces in the crowd, names lost to time. But sometimes, in a corner of a busy street, across a park that held a thousand whispered promises, fate wove two wandering lives together - awkwardly, unexpectedly, beautifully. It started with a café, a mess of papers, a bubblegum smile, and a meeting neither of them were looking for. It started, as most extraordinary things do, with something ordinary. This is their story - of love stitched in clumsy laughter, tested by restless city days, and bound together by something as fragile and fierce as hope.