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 𝓖𝓲𝓻𝓵 𝔀𝓪𝓷𝓽𝓼 𝓽𝓸 𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓵 𝓳𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝓽𝓸 𝓰𝓮𝓽 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓼𝓱 𝔀𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓭𝓼 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓼𝓬𝓪𝓻𝓼 𝓪𝓰𝓪𝓲𝓷 . 𝓢𝓱𝓮 𝓵𝓮𝓯𝓽 𝓪𝓵𝓸𝓷𝓮 𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓮𝓷𝓭 . 𝓝𝓸 𝓸𝓷𝓮 𝔀𝓪𝓷𝓽𝓼 𝓽𝓸 𝓾𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓱𝓮𝓻 . 𝓗𝓮 𝓭𝓲𝓭𝓷'𝓽 𝓪𝓻𝓻𝓲𝓿𝓮 𝓸𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓻𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮 𝓼𝓱𝓮 𝓽𝓸𝓸𝓴 𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓵𝓪𝓼𝓽 𝓫𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓱 𝓲𝓷 𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓪𝓻𝓶𝓼 . 𝓗𝓮𝓻 𝓮𝓷𝓭𝓵𝓮𝓼𝓼 𝓹𝓪𝓲𝓷 𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓰𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓯 𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓼 𝓽𝓸 𝓪𝓷 𝓮𝓷𝓭. 𝓢𝓱𝓮 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓵𝓵𝔂 𝓭𝓲𝓮𝓭 ! 𝓑𝓾𝓽 𝓿𝓮𝓻𝔂 𝓼𝓸𝓸𝓷. 𝓗𝓮 𝓫𝓮𝓬𝓪𝓶𝓮 𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓵𝓮𝓻 𝓫𝓾𝓽 𝓫𝓻𝓸𝓴𝓮𝓻 𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓮𝓷𝓭. 𝓗𝓮 𝓫𝓻𝓸𝓴𝓮 𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓽 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓫𝓻𝓸𝓴𝓮 𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓯𝓻𝓸𝓶 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷. 𝓦𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝔀𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓹𝓮𝓷 𝔀𝓱𝓮𝓷 𝓽𝔀𝓸 𝓹𝓮𝓸𝓹𝓵𝓮 𝓬𝓸𝓵𝓵𝓲𝓭𝓮 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓮𝓪𝓬𝓱 𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻 . 𝓦𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓰𝓸𝓭 𝓱𝓪𝓼 𝓹𝓵𝓪𝓷𝓮𝓭 ? 𝓣𝓻𝓸𝓹𝓮 𝓒𝓔𝓞 𝔁 𝔀𝓻𝓲𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓐𝓫𝓮𝓮𝓻 𝔁 𝓗𝓸𝓸𝓻𝓪𝓲𝓷 𝓑𝓻𝓸𝓴𝓮𝓷 𝔁 𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓵𝓮𝓻 𝓕𝓲𝓬𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷𝓪𝓵 𝔁 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓵 𝓞𝓻𝓲𝓰𝓲𝓷𝓪𝓵𝓵𝔂 𝓹𝓾𝓫𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓱𝓮𝓭 ~ 14𝓳𝓾𝓵 2025

"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.

for asuna >3<

your a emo depressed girl. and he's your classmate. who has fallen in love with you. but with a plot of twish idk. Yeah you are a female reader here-

Antes deles, tudo era normal. Minha vida era simples, sem confusão, sem sentimentos complicados e sem noites perdidas pensando em alguém. Eu não imaginava que duas pessoas poderiam entrar na minha vida e mudar completamente quem eu sou. O que começou com coisas pequenas - uma reação em um story, uma conversa, um sentimento novo - virou algo muito maior do que eu esperava. Essa história é baseada em fatos reais. Eu só mudei poucas coisas, mas a maioria aconteceu de verdade. É uma experiência que eu ainda estou vivendo, e talvez por isso doa tanto... e signifique tanto também. Entre escolhas, erros, sentimentos confusos e momentos que marcaram minha vida, eu aprendi que nem tudo é como imaginamos. Essa não é apenas uma história. É a minha história. E ela ainda não acabou. Por isso, vai ter muitos capítulos. Espero que gostem.

I loved him before he ever knew my name. In the house of prayers and quiet songs, I learned how to admire someone from a distance-without asking, without expecting. He was never mine. Until one day, he asked. Almost Us is a story about love that tried, trust that broke, and words that were never heard-because sometimes, misunderstandings are louder than truth.

Sometimes the strongest love is the one that doesn't demand to be named. She never meant to fall for the wrong person. Actually-she never meant to fall at all. A dating app glitch. A mistaken identity. Late-night conversations that felt too real to be harmless. She's cautious, overthinks everything, and believes love should arrive quietly, if at all. He's sharp, witty, and slowly dismantles every wall she's spent years perfecting. What happens when the truth shows up after the feelings do? This is a story about modern love- the kind born in chat bubbles, nurtured by words, and tested when reality finally says hello. Slow burn. Emotional tension. And the terrifying question: What if love finds you before you're ready?

A sequel to the first book of poems I made.

Carly is midway through high school, the kind of person who drifts through the day talking to people yet finds herself alone at break and lunchtime, lost in her own little world where music is everything. Then she meets Hadrian - the popular nerdy kid who skates, with a dry, sarcastic wit that keeps Carly guessing. They share only one class together, but those Tuesdays and Fridays become the moments she waits for the most. Her "friend" Lana knows Carly has a thing for Hadrian - and decides to date him herself. Carly tries her hardest just to be seen, but sometimes even the quietest gestures go unnoticed. He was a skateboarder with a quiet mind. She was the girl who loved music and watched from the sidelines. They were always almost something - until time decided otherwise. There's no love. No loss. Just the middle.

holaa, mi primera historia, es de mi vida, nada tan inetresante. lol

Keep in mind all of these things are real life events that happen every day i thought itd be fun to document my life. (Yes i am seriously grounded-) Me: chaotic, and emo as hell. My life: coffee-stained notebooks, loud music, and random rants. This story: me venting, vibing, and surviving day by day. Trigger warning ⚠️: sensitive topics MAYBE such as Self h@rm & Doubting myself :3 (ill try to keep this teen friendly obviously.)

This is the author's real-life story, full of twists, turns, and experiences many readers will recognize as their own. A story worth reading.

this is a true story a story bout how we shape our future maybe even a realization or even something thats more beautiful than fairy tale jannah is real jannah itu nyata this is a muslim awareness book what cause that will make you return ? Note : gambar pemandangan aesthetic masih halal Allah suka dengan keindahan

just my thoughts about what life is like right now still on for this journey of life

"🎨 Creation 🌈 is the Only 🌟 Motivation🔥 for Your ❤️ INSPIRATION✨" 🌬️ Fly so HIGH 🌀 that even the Eagle 🦅 comes to accompany You 🔥 in the Sky 💙 -🌹✨ "If you Can't show Love, DON'T throw Hate. Because the Person May be More Greater than You Appreciate." - ❤️💙 🖌️🎨 The original ART Isn't in Colours 🌈 It's in your Heart's desires 💓✊" - 💙✒️ "Some People will Never like YOU because your SPIRIT Irritates their Demons." - ❤️✒️ 🌹𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑶𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝑾𝑨𝒀 ✨𝑻𝒐 𝑯𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝑨 𝑭𝑹𝑰𝑬𝑵𝑫 🎀 𝑰𝒔 𝑻𝒐 𝑩𝒆 𝑶𝑵𝑬 💖 🎀 𝑭𝑶𝑹𝑬𝑽𝑬𝑹 𝑭𝑹𝑰𝑬𝑵𝑫𝑺 💖✨𝕯𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖒💫

Ajax survives a childhood groomed by fear. After his mother's illness destroys his childhood and almost turns him into an orphan, he is rescued by a police man who promises to protect him But escaping the past doesn't mean it let's go, Ajax must learn to adapt and live with what he's lost. Ajax is five, Lily is 9, Jane is 29. Enjoy ☺️

For @Lumna10