Expectation Stories

He was the kind of person who noticed everything. Except himself. Always moving. Always asking. Always looking at something, someone, somewhere else. Curiosity wasn't just a trait; it was how he existed. As if standing still, even for a moment, would let everything he avoided finally catch up to him. He wandered through people the way others wandered through places-observing, learning, remembering. He knew how someone's voice changed when they were tired, how silence meant more than words, how small things revealed bigger truths. But when it came to himself, there was nothing. Or at least, nothing he was willing to face. He filled every quiet moment with questions that weren't his to answer. Followed stories that weren't his to carry. Stayed just close enough to understand others, but never close enough to be understood. Because maybe it was easier that way. Easier to figure out the world than to figure out why he kept running from something he couldn't even name. And yet, despite all that movement, all that noise, there was a stillness in him he refused to acknowledge. The kind that only appeared when there was no one left to observe. The kind that asked questions he could never outrun. So if he spent his whole life searching for answers in everyone else, what would happen when he finally had to face his own?

One-shots and some Random shots on our Avneil. Some would be on NK plots. Peep in to know more

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In a town that notices everything , silence stands out the most Kabir was never meant to question anything. Vihaan was never meant to be seen. But some things don't follow rules. And some feelings don't ask for permission .

First Kanaphan is cold and ruthless. Khaotung, a gentle orphan, is forced into a marriage he never wanted. Their one-year-old son, Ryu, is treated as an heir, not a child, and the family sees them as outsiders. In a house ruled by cruelty and endless expectations, Khaotung fights to protect Ryu and survive. This is the story of sacrifice, struggle, and the quiet strength of a small family trying to exist where hearts are frozen.

Marinette Dupain-Cheng never expected her life to feel this normal again. After years spent protecting Paris, defeating an akuma army, and finally bringing down Gabriel Agreste's reign of terror, she thought peace would feel strange. But in a small sunlit apartment overlooking the Seine, peace feels a lot like waking up tangled in soft sheets, sharing coffee with the boy she once only dreamed of, and sketching designs on the balcony while he practices photo poses to make her laugh. Adrien Agreste, finally free from his father's control, is learning what it means to choose his own future. Modeling still follows him, but now it's on his terms - new agencies, new opportunities, and a life built with someone who sees him beyond the spotlight. For the first time, he is not a puppet or a hero. He's just Adrien... and Marinette is the one place where he truly belongs. Marinette's dreams of starting her own fashion line collide with the pressure of Paris' competitive industry. Adrien struggles to define who he is without the mask, without the miraculous, and without the man who controlled his past. Together, they face critics, old expectations, lingering trauma, and the strange ache of learning to grow as individuals while building a shared life. And when a new threat quietly rises in the city-one not magical, but human, calculated, and dangerously tied to the Agreste name-Marinette and Adrien realize that even without suits or superpowers, courage comes from the heart. Their greatest battle now? Learning how to love each other in a world where they finally have the freedom to live in.

Destiny, fates weren't something Arunita ever believed in. She belived in carving our own destiny than letting it lead you. She was a woman who believed in being independent, didn't believed much in traditions or culture. She was a designer in a small company, though she earned meagre but was satisfied. **What happens when her parents get her arranged married to a man who is a high official in Police Department?** Let's see how destiny unfolds with shocking twists, betrayal, learning and much awaited things that fate has for her.

The only officer in the Defense Force to use a bow and arrow and the only officer to be titled Undesignated is the secret weapon of Division Three. Introducing Officer Rika Yamazashi. The woman who strives to meet expectations that were never expected. *Kaiju No. 8, its characters, plot, and designs all belong to its rightful owner. I only own characters and plot added by me.*

Online interactions of 2 classmates that would create their unknown story and plots that will be presented. Genre: Romance and slice of life Will have part 2 of the other main characters POV Accompanied by past and present situations....

this is a jazz inspired poem. if no one ever marries me, i would not sulk, rather id live on with my life for me, in my quiet confident independence without complains. it is also inspired by a poem i saw on pinterest so i wont take all the credits

She was the girl who said all the wrong things at all the wrong times. He was the boy who had no time for anyone, least of all her. "You think just because you moved in, you can boss everyone around?" I snapped, teeth clenching. "I don't boss anyone," she shot back, smirk sharp as a knife. "I just say what everyone's thinking." "Well, maybe some things shouldn't be said!" I growled, stepping closer, jaw tight. "Maybe some people just can't handle the truth," she hissed, leaning forward. "Including you." They were forced to live under the same roof now, step-siblings by circumstance, enemies by choice. Every shared hallway, every meal, every accidental brush of hands was a war neither wanted to lose. And then... everything shifted. One stolen look. One heated argument that ended with lips pressed together in a kiss they both denied but neither could forget. "We can't-this... this isn't right," he murmured afterward, forehead resting against mine, chest heaving. "Can't?" I teased, brushing a stray hair from his face. "Or won't?" "We can't," he insisted, jaw tight, trying to step back, trying to make sense of the chaos in his chest. "Maybe we can," I whispered, tracing my finger along his arm, daring him, thrilling at the tension. "Maybe we just don't want to." Hate had always been simple. Desire was chaos. Forbidden. Dangerous. And now, forced to share a home, to see each other every single day, every glance, every word, every accidental touch became a spark ready to ignite. Enemies. Step-siblings. Completely reckless. Between prying neighbors, nosy friends, and the relentless rhythm of Lagos, rules were meaningless-and fire had a way of consuming everything.

Someone who hides pain behind a smile.

People often say marriages are made in heaven. Adhira and Aviraj's certainly looked like one. Their wedding was beautiful, their families were happy, and every ritual was completed under the blessings of elders. To everyone watching, they seemed like the perfect couple - calm, dignified, and meant to be together. But what no one noticed was the silence between them. Adhira felt everything deeply but rarely spoke. Aviraj believed love didn't need words , responsibility was enough. And so, slowly, quietly, misunderstandings began to grow in the spaces where conversations never happened. This is not a story about a perfect marriage. It is the story of two imperfect people who love each other... but must learn one difficult truth- Sometimes relationships don't break because of hatred. Sometimes they break because of silence.

Winter de Glace is the son of two of the richest people in the world. You might think that would be amazing. Well, it's not. He has to deal with expectations he doesn't want to meet, and what his parents consider "living up to the family name". Winter's only solace is the rink. When he starts ice skating at the age of two, he falls in love with it. Now ten years later, he's on the verge of becoming the best skater the sport has ever seen. There's only one problem: Skating at that level means doing away with everything his family stands for. Can Winter find the courage to say "no" and forge his own path?

Falling for him was easy, ignoring everything else wasn't. Ana never wanted to leave Sydney. But now she's stuck in a small Portuguese town where nothing feels familiar, except the secrets that seem to follow her everywhere. Caught between Cartaxo's golden boy and the one who refuses to play by its rules, a sister who always seems one step ahead, and a father whose shadow stretches across continents, Ana has to figure out who she is before everything she's holding together falls apart. Moving Back is a coming-of-age romance about first love, family pressure, and the dangerous choices we make when we're desperate to feel seen.

A lot of questions that I wanted to ask you. But there is one thing that I wanted you to do. Just take your time, have fun, be happy take care of yourself. Why? 'cause I wanted you to learn to love me more than anything else. I pray to God that soon we will meet in His time.

My spiritual journey out of the pit of depression and religious bondage

Trying to forget someone you love is the same as trying to remember someone you never met... is it true?

What you want you can't always have. It's just a matter of time before Jessie realizes it herself as she turns her friendship into something more than it should be.