Peace Stories

ᵀʰᵉ ᴿʰʸᵗʰᵐ-Some hearts don't fall in love...they fall into rhythm.(o˘◡˘o) .｡.:*♡💌 In the noise of hospital hallways and the hush of night shifts, two rhythms collide... Hers, wild and bright; his, quiet and steady. .｡.☆Dr. Aisha Kapoor heals with laughter. .｡.☆Dr. Aarav Mehra heals with silence. 🎀Neighbors by chance. 🎀Colleagues by fate. And somewhere between blabbered words and unspoken emotions - love begins to take the shape. .｡.:*♡💌 In a world of broken hearts and healing hands, Aisha's laughter meets Aarav's silence - and together, they find a rhythm neither of them knew they were searching for... ~Gleam_tales06

。.:☆*:･'YOU FEEL LIKE HOME... "She is chaos, He is calm. Together-they feel like home.".｡.:*♡ ●○●○●○●Aarvi Singhania - a rich, arrogant girl with anger issues, emotional scars, and a lonely soul, meets...Vihaan Malhotra - a calm, sunshine-hearted guy with quiet strength.●○●○●○● ♡ Their story begins with dislike, grows with understanding, and ends with healing☆*･ﾟ･*☆ 。.:☆*:･She will learn love doesn't always hurt, and he will learn even storms can be beautiful ♡ ●Let's hop in to their beautiful story...⋆ฺ #Shortstory (/^-^(^ ^*)/ ♡ ~Gleam_tales06

"Mujhse aapne aap ko baandhne se pehle itna sochlo, iss rishte mai sab hoga lekin mohabbat nahi". His voice was sharp. She looked up at him and his eyes softened. The anger vanished in thin air just by a look. "Theek hai". She said and he turned his back towards her. His replaced bride. She fell first, he fell harder. Eldest son x Only daughter Eldest grandson x Eldest granddaughter ___________________________________________ "Mai yeh shaadi ko kabhi nahi maanunga. Yeh baat hum dono ke alawa kisi ko bhi nahi pata chalni chahiye. KISI. KO. BHI. NAHI". He said and her heart started beating loudly "ANSWER ME". He punched the steering wheel startling her. She jumped in her seat and nodded. His forced bride. She dreamt of love, he lived it. Youngest son x Only daughter Youngest grandson x Youngest granddaughter #1 in peace #281 in care

This is my first story. so please show ur love to this story and this story is totally fictional ''No ...no i am not going to marry her, why should i marry when i said that i don't want to.'' 'u have to marry her' ''But why? can't u understand what i am saying or are u crazy or what.'' ''okay as your wish,then u will not be able to see the tomorrow's sun.'' ''Wth!!! atleast tell me why u all want me to marry her.come on! tell me the reason.'' ''first your marriage will be done'' ''No i am not going too''. 'okay,then see what will happen to that girl.' will their marriage happen or not? and if yes then will they give chance to it. If they both are tied in a sacred bond what will they both do, will they accept each other? or they will never try to understand each other? Would he accept her and will she will accept him? what will happen next in their lives? English is not my first language so please ignore mistakes.

Arjun × Maithili He was raising the child alone , but life was not done giving him blessings - one day love simply walked in and stayed. One day Arjun visits Maithili's village due to some work and both of their life changes forever. Dive into the story to know about them. The picture on the cover doesn't belong to me , the credit goes to the respectful owner.

Book #1. When the demon hunters Rumi, Zoey and Mira meet the Saja Boys, they also see someone else: someone filming and cheering along with the crowd. Who is this girl? She doesn't look as hypnotized as the fans, but rather... supportive? This girl, (Y/N), is the Saja Boys' manager and the fourth hunter. What a beautifully twisted combination, isn't it? But she isn't just your ordinary hunter. No, her hunter duty doesn't involve hunting demons at all. Her duty lies somewhere else... Despite knowing the Saja Boys are demons, (Y/N) forms connections with each of the Saja Boys. Some connections more... intimate than others. (Y/N) doesn't notice two members falling for her, but there are signs. "I love soda. It's what keeps me going." "You're my soda pop, my little soda pop." "Idol? I don't have an idol." "I'll be your idol." They, just like everyone, are oblivious to her true identity. No one knows a fourth demon exists, not even the hunters themselves. Even among the demons she is just a legend. A rumor. A myth. No one knows the entire honmoon is powered by her, and no one knows that when she sings, not even Gwi-Ma can shut her out. She's powerful and she knows it, but something is holding her back. While (Y/N) is still trying to find ways to set the demons free from her father's cruel grasp, she finds many difficulties along the way. Jinu isn't who he claims to be. And her past lies so much deeper than any of the Saja Boys could imagine. (Y/N), born from Gwi-Ma's shadow and thus his daughter, turned her back on the darkness a long time ago. How can a hunter be the demon king's daughter? How will she find Gwi-Ma's long lost son, thus her brother and free him from his suffering? And how can she, a simple manager and hunter no one knows exists, be the one to save the world? Yes, the entire world as she knows it lies on her shoulders. Is (Y/N) destined to safe the world? Or was she made to destroy it? ~~~~~~~~~~~ No smut. There's a love triangle.

He was said to be one of the most dangerous Alphas on the face of the planet. He was said to have killed his mate and hurt those around him that go against his wishes. He was said to have killed different packs so that he could be on top. He was ruthless and cunning, and it was said that he could outsmart the smartest Wolf, including the King. He was the one that parents warned their children about when it came to going to bed and eating their vegetables. He was the one that made Wolves fear the dark and have packs set up curfews for all members of the pack, including the "strongest" Warriors. His name was Xavier, and I never imagined my paths crossing with him. ___________________________________________________ NOTE: IF YOU READ THIS BOOK ON ANY OTHER APP BESIDES WATTPAD THEN IT IS COPYRIGHT INFRINGEMENT. I GAVE NO ONE PERMISSION TO USE MY BOOK AND HAVE NOT POSTED IT ANYWHERE ELSE, SO... YA. REPORT THAT BOOK. Thanks.

Solomon Sinclair keeps her life in careful balance. Final year of college. Disciplined. Capable. Calm. She's built herself out of grit and grace, always the one to carry the weight, to make sure nothing cracks. To most, she seems laid back. Easygoing. But that's only what she allows them to see. Olivia Valentine- Saint to the few who get close-is soft-spoken, steady, and guarded for good reason. A second-year psychology professor with a gentle way of holding space, she's spent years keeping her life quiet, controlled, untouched. She doesn't let people in easily-not anymore. They are not looking for each other. But the pull is quiet. Unmistakable. Safe, but unfamiliar. Like recognizing something you've never had but always needed. What begins in silence becomes something neither of them expected-a slow, careful unraveling. A story of restraint, trust, and healing the parts of ourselves we never knew how to name. Loving Solomon is a tender, slow-burn WLW romance about two women who've always held themselves together... and what it means to finally let someone in. Link to playlist: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/6Wyz9XPiJuh5a8VQH1MBq7?si=VDKcnOWSTL64dJ5EmjPP8Q&pi=bYlhfhA0RKaTL&pt=5226d279b0b8c182a8ce886158ab97bd

The saga of love, brotherhood and family continues...

In the mystical realm of _Winter [Silence, Long Nights]_, the poetic fragment "91. In a kingdom where magic is bound to the changing seasons, one season suddenly disappears" evokes a world where enchantment is woven into nature's cycles, and the abrupt loss of a season hints at imbalance and mystery. This line sets the stage for a tale of magical flux, seasonal symbolism, and the consequences of nature's disruption.

She loved him for eleven years. He was finally going to be hers. Until she walked into a room she was never meant to enter. An arranged marriage. A best friend with secrets. Another boy who loves her more than she notices. But while hearts are breaking, something else is quietly falling apart. And by the time the truth comes out, it may already be too late.

The Silent Night is a story about a quiet and peaceful evening filed with calmness and gently feelings

An Army Brat Love Story) ​"In the Army, we don't just wear the uniform. We wear the expectations of every man who died before us. And falling for you, Simran... that's the biggest betrayal of all." ​THE SOLDIER: Lieutenant Yuvi Singh Rathore is a man of desert sand and cold steel. At twenty-four, he is the rising star of the 17th Rajputana Rifles-a freshly commissioned IMA officer with two brass stars on his shoulders and a legacy of "Scars" that he hides behind a mask of discipline. He lives by the bugle and breathes for the flag. He doesn't have room for a heartbeat that isn't focused on the mission. ​THE BRAT: Simran Singhania is a whirlwind of chaos and coffee-stained textbooks. As a twenty-one-year-old CA Intermediate student, she lives in a world of balance sheets and audits, yet she's suffocated by the rigid walls of the Cantonment. She's the daughter of the most feared Brigadier in the command-a girl who knows every salute but refuses to fall in line.

A timeless, tragic etiological myth of the first war of man adapting folklore-style writing, where fire is born from loss and sacrifice - a gatekeeper of peace, and a reminder of the terrible cost of human pride.

一a very short story about a deaf girl- borne deaf but not broken, but the elder keep talking. "a girl?" "..deaf" "...is she mute too?" 2/19/2025

I let myself bleed onto these pages in the quiet hope that someone might open it up, skim along the words, and see my name hidden in the bloodied letters. So open up, brave soul- witness the scars and cracks in the pages of my conscience, view the building up and breaking of my bones, live to breath again. [a note to the witnesses] p.t

Poetry Letting go of My emotions to the Wind... 1🍁.(Poems as P) 2⭐️🍁.(Song Poems as SP) Y can sing as songs but feel like Poems.

"To admire you - is the thing I've dreamed of... " My own rhythm to poetry. A journey of self-discovery.

Private jets, designer clothes, and parties that never end - that's the world of the two privileged teenagers living lives of luxury, but beneath the surface, their worlds are vastly different. When they're forced to attend the same elite boarding school, their contrasting personalities clash, but as they're drawn into each other's orbits, they begin to realize that there's more to life than wealth and status.

"𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐢 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐢 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥" "He's from Lucknow, loving him sounds like a Qawwali itself," his best friend said to her bestie. "Huh?" "She's from Devbhoomi, Uttarakhand. Tum jaise 36 firte hai", her bestie replied to his best friend. "Car dhire chalana mujhe marna nhi hai",she said knowing how rashly he drives. "Meri pure zindagi ki kamayi ko kuch kaise hone de sakta hu?",he replied, looking at her like she's the reason he is living. "Am I looking presentable?",he asked her, thinking she would praise his outfit. "shirtless hi hojao",she taunted him in anger after noticing the three open buttons on his shirt. "Please tell me what's wrong, R...Rooh? You're my peace. I-I can't bear to see my peace in pain," he cried silently, burying his face in her lap. "H...huh? Is he crying?" she thought the moment his hot tears soaked into her fabric. 𝑯𝒊𝒔 𝒐𝒃𝒔𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒄𝒆𝒅 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒓𝒆𝒖𝒏𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 ────౨ৎ──── 𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐒 • Highschool romance • Romcom • Soft romance • He fell first and harder • Temproary separation • Sunshine fml X Doberman mml • Soft only for her • Possessive mml • Shy fml ~Jay.