Devotee Stories

What happens when you're mom's love for you fades? And what happens when you're a demigod? "Does being a demigod make you out of touch with mortals, gods, and death alike? or out of touch with feelings." 🏹🍇🧿🪻

July, 1983. That's when I first saw them. The five men that would become my focus for most of my life. Duran Duran. Each fan of this particular band has their own personal story to tell, whether it be short, or long. This is my tale. My fandom experiences from my perspective. How this band has affected my life. Probably forever.

" Aap toh husn ke chahne wale ho aapko kaha hamari sadgi lubhaegi " , she said looking deep into his eyes. " Aapki sadgi par ese hazaron husn kurban jaye ye nighahe aapke aalawa kisi aur ka Didar na karna chahe aap husn ki baat karte ho hum toh aapke saaye se bhi nazar na hata paye ", he replied pulling her in his arms . " Shabdon mein mat uljaiye meri uljhan na bhadaiye " , she said resting her chin on his chest, locking her hands behind his back. " " Aap ki uljhan nahi bhadayenge apne ishq ka izhar karenge aur chale jaayenge ek baar aapko bahon mein bhar is duniya ko bhulayenge aur aapki zulfon mein kho jayenge apne ishq ka izhar karenge aur chale jayenge ruk kar aap ki mushkile na bhadayenge" Dive into the story of Rudraksha × Noor the saga of love , revenge and madness. Tropes - Age gap Hate to love He fell first and harder Rajasthan × Banaras CEO × Intern

Her life has been miserable, ever since Jayde Harper has been homeless, nothing good has ever happened to her, until one day. Pierce Ashford takes Jayde in and lets her live with him, many secrets unfold after she realizes his moody behavior, an attempt he made to bite her. Will Pierce sacrifice every thing he knows and has been waiting for for a mere human, or so they think.

*This work is an Imaginative Story and I don't want to hurt any religious Sentiments* This Story is About a Girl named Kalyani.... she is an 8 year old Girl... who is an Ardent devotee of lord Ayyappan... her life was Filled with Hurdles and Sadness... until One day when the Lord Decided to meet her.... Swami Sharanam 🙏🙏❤️✨

JUST WANT TO SREAD SPIRITUALITY AMONG PEOPLE TOWARDS RADHAKRISHNA

We all know the story, Holika sat amidst fire with Prahlad on her lap, and was burned to death while her nephew survived. A look into her thoughts before the events unfolded.

"The accused is found guilty for charges of the following: sexual Assault, Non-consensual, Marital Arrangements, Murder, Mutilation of corpses, breaking and entering, grave robbery, buying and selling of illegal drugs. Anyone who has anything to add or object to in this list may rise now." I timidly stood, all eyes in the room staring intently at me. "I object, your honour. There was never anything done without consent." "37 years, a bail of one-hundred thousand dollars is in place." The judge whipped his gavel against the sound block.

A One-Shot of emotions running when you see him,~ the 'almighty' Do vote and comment♥️

Amelia was a chubby girl, with rosy cheeks and a contagious laughter that could light up a room. But behind her smile lay a yearning that consumed her thoughts, shaping the very fabric of her existence. She suffered from apotemnophilia-an overwhelming desire to be an amputee. For years, Amelia harbored this secret in silence, exploring her desires through hidden online communities and the depths of her imagination. She longed to experience the world in a way that defied societal norms, to shed the confines of her able-bodiedness and embrace a different reality. It was a dangerous desire, one that danced perilously close to tragedy. And then, fate intervened with a cruel twist. On a dark and stormy night, Amelia found herself trapped within the wreckage of a tragic car accident. The screams of twisted metal and shattering glass echoed in her ears as her life hung in the balance. When she woke in the sterile confines of a hospital room, she discovered that her secret desire had become a horrifying reality-

I lived in India from 1984-2005, and wrote to my parents regularly about my adventures in Indian ashrams. From 1984-1993 and again 2001-2005, I was living in Puttaparthi, Andhra Pradesh, and I am adding all of those my "Letters from India" book, which will mainly be of interest to those familiar with Prasanthi Nilayam, the ashram of Sri Sathya Sai Baba. However, from 1994-2001 I was staying at a wonderfully spiritual, quiet retreat called Shanti Ashram, and I am putting the letters I wrote to my parents while staying there, on this book. The ashram was a dream come true for sadhana. The people are welcoming, it is usually never crowded, and they offer separate cottages to aspirants. The rates are donation basis only. You can contact them for a visit or longer-term stay: Sri Shanti Ashram Thotapalli Hills Via Sankhavaram East Godavari Dist Andhra Pradesh, India 533446 Phone: 011-91-7382009962

A girl named Clary lives in a small town in la... She is on the outside of the town next to a field where kids loved to play she did not mind it as she is in her 20s but one day they did not come back before sunset. Clary goes and looks around in the field an finds something she would never expect (A/N this is a Brendon Urie fic but not bad.. also I am doing Brendon's POV and Clary's POV)

It was just another day of making pizza. The only amazing thing to happen today was that I met Brendon Urie. Later while walking home im grabed and dragged into an allyway. Now im in a complicated situation and im no where close to figureing out how to get out. (There will be language such as swearing, and possible sexual themes at some point the whole story is about Brendon Urie kidnapping you so yeah the first three chapters are going to be the only okay ones basically)

"Whom does God love the most?" "The one who has given millions to every temple " or "The one who has given HIS everything to the millions !" Who is the true devotee? A compelling, didactic article that puts to question our prima facie notions on worship and reveals what it takes to truly serve God. It explores and proves that "SERVICE TO MAN IS SERVICE TO GOD".