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کوڕی شار & کچی لادێ . . . . . مرۆڤ دەتوانێت هەموو جیهان داگیر بکات و هێشتا لەناو خۆیدا ئاوارە بێت سەختترین جۆری هەژاری ئەوەیە کە گیرفانت پڕ بێت و ڕۆحت بەتاڵ! من هەموو شتێکم هەبوو بەڵام هیچم نەبوو... تا ئەو ساتەی تیشکێکی نادیار لە ناو دڵێکی غەریبەوە ڕێگەی ماڵەوەی نیشان دام!! . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . هەموو مافێکی ئەو چیرۆکە لۆخۆم دەگەڕێتەوە، چیرۆکی کوردیە! . . . . . دەستپێک:13_2_2026 کۆتایی: 11_4_2026

For 17 years, Alisha loved Jayant in silence. Through every smile, every tear, and every moment, her heart belonged to him-but he never noticed. Until one day, everything changed. During a live interview, Alisha revealed her deepest secret-her unwavering love for him. And in that moment, Jayant realized the truth that had been right in front of him all along. Some loves are silent-but they never faded Author note "The description of Jayant and Alisha's story may be updated or modified in the future."

𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐫𝐢, 𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐒𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐚 𝐧𝐨-𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐭𝐞𝐫, 𝐜𝐚𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐞-𝐟𝐮𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭-𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐫. 𝐇𝐞'𝐬 𝐚 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐞𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐦 𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬. 𝐒𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐦 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐲, 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐨𝐬 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐦-𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫, 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐬. 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐚 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞, 𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐚𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭? 𝐀 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐰𝐢𝐭, 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞.🖤🥀

Some stories don't begin with love . they begin with fire, silence, and everything left unsaid. "I want to hate you for ruining my life but whenever I look into your eyes I forget everything you did to me" What power your eyes hold, Mr. Rathore... "And I want to hate you too for making me a person, who was never feared anything, now scared to live without you" What have you done to me, Mrs. Aaruhi Rudra Singh Rathore? hello Wattpad readers this is first story. this story based on a college student Aaruhi also the elder daughter and Rudra Singh Rathore a business man CEO and also a mafia. Aaruhi sharma : the elder daughter of the sharma family. she is 21 years old, loving and caring , loved by everyone. she has a medium height, cute , kind heart and beautiful nature. she is like sunshine with fire. her first priority is her family and friends. she fight with every problem alone and everyone thinks that she is strong but no-one knows about the pain behind her smile. she thinks that will someone can see the pain behind her smile and heal her , loves her. Rudra Singh Rathore: A 27 years old successful billionaire and top business men of Asia. he is also a underground feared mafia. he is handsome like greek God, brown eyes and tall height and dangerous smile. for him her family is first place. except his family and friends he is devil for world. the only one thing he hate is betroyal. he has a anger issue and he is a cold hearted person. what will happen when the then their paths collide. Will he became the person she wants. let us join with me to their journey.

" ကျွန်တော့်ကို ကျောင်းစာပဲ သင်ပေးခဲ့တာမဟုတ်ဘဲ ချစ်တတ်အောင်ပါ သင်ပေးခဲ့တာမို့ ဒီကောင်က ယိုင်ကလွဲရင် မချစ်တတ်တော့ဘူးဗျ " #သူ့ထက်မောင် " ဆိုးတဲ့လူတွေကို ကိုယ်မကြိုက်ဘူး ဒါပေမဲ့ အရမ်းဆိုးတဲ့ သူ့ထက်မောင့် ကိုတော့ ကိုယ်ရှောင်လွှဲလို့ မရအောင် ချစ်တယ် " #စိုင်းစစ်မင်းယိုင်

So yes-another royal novel on Wattpad. But not that kind. The male lead is a king, but there's no mafia nonsense here. He's not going to shoot every man who looks at his wife. He understands that a woman can have male friends, that a handshake isn't a threat, and that not every man who speaks to the female lead is evil. Mostly because he knows something very important. She doesn't need saving. She is more than capable of breaking bones if someone touches her inappropriately, poking eyes if someone looks at her the wrong way, and knocking out teeth if someone dares to disrespect her. The female lead is not your typical Sati-Savitri, Sarvagun-Sampann heroine. Okay-she is. But she's also a bad bitch. A modern woman with ambition, power, and dreams bigger than palaces. The characters in this story are kaleshi, not toxic. And yes-there is a difference. There may not be clear villains here. And even if there are, remember this: Every villain is a victim of something too. This is a story of royalty without glorifying control. Power without erasing softness. An arranged marriage that turns into love-slowly, painfully, beautifully. Desi. Royal. Emotional. And unapologetically different. --- 𝕿𝖗𝖔𝖕𝖊𝖘 | ʀᴏyᴀʟ ᴋɪɴɢ x ʀᴏyᴀʟ ᴩʀɪɴᴄᴇꜱꜱ | ᴄᴇᴏ/ᴋɪɴɢ ᴏꜰ ᴜᴅᴀɪᴩᴜʀ x ᴄᴇᴏ/ᴩʀɪɴᴄᴇꜱꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴊᴀɪᴩᴜʀ/ᴡᴀᴛᴛᴩᴀᴅ ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀ | ᴋᴀʟᴇꜱʜɪ ᴍʟ x ꜱᴀꜱꜱy ꜰʟ | ᴄᴀʟᴍ x ᴄʜᴀᴏꜱ | ꜱɪꜱᴛᴇʀ'ꜱ ᴍᴇɴᴛᴏʀ x ꜱᴛᴜᴅᴇɴᴛ'ꜱ ʙʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀ | ʀɪᴠᴀʟ'ꜱ ꜱɪꜱᴛᴇʀ x ʙʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀ'ꜱ ʀɪᴠᴀʟ | ᴅᴇꜱɪ x ᴅᴇꜱɪ | ᴀʀʀᴀɴɢᴇ ᴍᴀʀʀɪᴀɢᴇ | ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ᴇɴɢᴀɢᴇᴍᴇɴᴛ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ᴍᴀʀʀɪᴀɢᴇ | ꜱʟᴏᴡ ʙᴜʀɴ | ꜱᴇᴄʀᴇᴛ ᴄʀᴜꜱʜ | ꜰᴇᴇʟɪɴɢꜱ ᴄᴏɴꜰᴜꜱɪᴏɴ | ꜰᴀᴍɪʟy ᴅʀᴀᴍᴀ ᴀɴᴅ

Adon de Chavez is still searching for his niche after finishing his bachelor's degree when his brother asks him to build a writing website for his friend. To Adon, it looks like nothing more than a six‑digit income opportunity, until he meets Magindara So, a best‑selling author of erotic romance novels-books he swears he would never dare to read. But to create a brand and website worthy of her name, Adon forces himself to dive into her work. What begins as a simple task soon unravels into something darker-the hidden story his client can't announce to the world.

She was a girl who believed in happy endings. He was the man who wrote his stories in blood. Aarohi Sharma's world was small-college events, late-night laughter, and dreams of a love story straight out of a fairytale. But one wrong turn down a silent road at 1 a.m. tore her innocence apart. She saw something she shouldn't have-a man executing betrayal under the moonlight. A man with eyes cold enough to stop her heartbeat. A man whose name the underworld whispered with fear-Aaryan Vardhan. The city called him The Devil in a Suit. Powerful. Merciless. Untouchable. And now, he wanted her. Aarohi's earring became his obsession, her trembling voice his new addiction. In his world of guns and lies, she was chaos disguised as purity. In her world of dreams, he was the monster that haunted the dark. But when fate binds a sinner and an innocent, love doesn't bloom-it burns. Between bullets and broken promises, Aarohi will learn that sometimes the devil doesn't come to destroy you... He comes to claim you. --- "She saw death in his eyes, but he saw life in hers."

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⧽ 𝙞𝙣 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙘𝙝 𝘮𝘺 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥 「 ɴᴏ ɢʀᴇᴀᴛ ᴍɪɴᴅ ʜᴀs ᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴇxɪsᴛᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ᴀ ᴛᴏᴜᴄʜ ᴏꜰ ᴍᴀᴅɴᴇss 」 ℰ𑁤 ©ʀᴏsʏsᴋɪᴇᴢ '²⁵

This folder or book contains my poetry collection whatever i write when i'm alone or feel sad

What would happen if a Skullcrawler were to meet the Httyd team? Would it go in disaster or the complete opposite, follow along as I write my first story about an Skull island creature x Httyd crossover I do NOT own either franchise or idea of the Httyd movies or series AND the Godzilla franchise along with the movies and series. The ONLY thing I own, is the IDEA, of the crossover and the originality of the story. Hope you enjoy the story to anyone who might see this as interesting. -llama P.S. it also might have some gore, but not as detailed as one might think (?)

"ငါ့အမုန်းတွေက မင်းရဲ့ အသက်ရှူသံတွေကို ဝါးမျိုဖို့ အဆင်သင့်ပဲ...။ ငါ့ရှေ့မှာ ဒူးထောက်စမ်း သစ်လွင်ဖူး၊ မင်းရဲ့ သိက္ခာတွေ ကြေမွသွားတဲ့အထိ၊ မင်းရဲ့ နှလုံးသားက ငါ့နာမည်ကို တမ်းတပြီး ငိုကြွေးရတဲ့အထိ... မင်းကို ငါ့ရဲ့ ငရဲခန်းထဲမှာ ထာဝရ ပိတ်လှောင်ထားမယ်။"

.....:خۆشمەوێی ....:باوەڕت پێناکەمەوە! ....:وا لە خۆشەویستیەکەمان مەکە ....:زۆر درەنگە! یەک ڕۆحم هەبوو بەڵام دووجار ژیام!! هەموو مافێکی ئەو چیرۆکە هی خۆمە چیرۆکی کوردیە دەستپێک:11_4_2026 کۆتایی:؟؟

𝐇𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞... 𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐢𝐭. 𝗥𝗶𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗸𝗮 𝗧𝗮𝗻𝗲𝗷𝗮 was never the kind of girl who believed in distractions. Soft-spoken, composed, and always one step ahead, her world revolved around books, ambitions, and a single goal... cracking AILET and walking into NLU Delhi with her head held high. 𝗥𝗶𝘁𝘃𝗮𝘆 𝗠𝗮𝗹𝗵𝗮𝗻 didn't believe in any of that. He was a Backbencher, Basketball player and bike lover. A boy who lived for speed, for moments, for the thrill of not knowing what comes next. He didn't have a plan... just a pulse that refused to slow down. And somewhere deep inside, a love for machines and motion he hadn't yet named as a dream. They weren't supposed to matter to each other but shared classrooms turn into shared glances... Coincidences start repeating. 𝐓𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 : • 𝐒𝐨𝐟𝐭-𝐒𝐩𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐅𝐋 × 𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐌𝐋 • 𝐓𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐫 × 𝐁𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐛𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫 • 𝐐𝐮𝐢𝐞𝐭 𝐨𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐫 × 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫 • 𝐏𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐌𝐋 • 𝐅𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐋𝐚𝐰𝐲𝐞𝐫 × 𝐑𝐮𝐥𝐞 𝐁𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐫 • 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐔𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐚𝐧'𝐭 × 𝐇𝐞 𝐅𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 & 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫 • 𝐔𝐧𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐈𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 × 𝐒𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐎𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 • 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐞 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐄𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐲 × 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲

this is a digital diary of the things I want to share for you guys . think of it as a story but a biography of my life. I won't go too personal, and no face reveals. just sharing what I feel comfortable with for the Internet to see ฅ⁠^⁠•⁠ﻌ⁠•⁠^⁠ฅ

Anvi Rathore doesn't belong to anyone. Not to people. Not to rules. Not even to herself. With a cigarette between her fingers and silence stitched into her personality, she keeps the world at a distance - untouched, unreadable, and completely unbothered. Until Isha Mahira walks into her life. Fragile. Quiet. Breathing through tubes and carrying a softness the world never spared for her-Isha is everything Anvi isn't. And somehow... everything she needs. What starts as an unlikely crossing of paths slowly turns into something warmer, softer-like sunlight breaking through a life that had only known smoke. For the first time, Anvi learns what it feels like to stay. But some people aren't meant to stay forever. And when the flowers fade, all that remains are memories strong enough to change a life... and a silence that says everything love never could.

Mina Lee. Mina Lee. Mina Lee. Mina Lee. ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

Don't read this is not a story. A personal journey. ..... : : ,, The only thing is here is silence, never speaking inner demons. There are no stories here because our mind is fragile. We are afraid of what may come out if we speak of our mental health and anxiety. This will contain mental health and anxiety that may be not suitable for all readers be cautious if you read this.

❝ 𝐓𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐭'𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦, 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧; 𝐚 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐭𝐨𝐨.❞ When two artists fall in love, it's imagined to be beautiful, otherworldly. But artists are the image of insanity, so how does insanity stay sane? And how does an artist's love bloom? Because love isn't all about love itself, if it doesn't come with a million other emotions, is it really love? [Featured ×2] 🥇 in 'Padauk Mini Awards' (Best Chemistry) 🥈in 'Purple Heart Awards' (Jeon Jungkook) 🥈in 'Film Out BTS Awards' (Jeon Jungkook) 🥈in 'Cherry Blossom Mini Awards' (Best Epilogue) 🥉in 'BTS September Awards' (Jeon Jungkook) 🥉in 'Matcha Mini Awards' (Best Protagonist) Started : [7/8/23] Ended : [8/9/23] [Under editing]