Perfume Stories

Siddharth Mehra - A Single dad who is living only for his daughter and lost his light. Saanvi Gujral - A doctor who fixes brains but is in need of fixing her heart. . . . What happens when fate brings them together? One, who is deeply lost to live the life. And the other, who heals people's mind and gravitates them towards her soothing presence. How will this collision turn their lives? Will this turn out to be the happy ending they desired or does the universe draws the wicked cards of its play?

Nyc, 2001. sketchbooks, vogue clippings, and a girl she can't stop drawing 📚 🗽🧪 🌷 Perfumer x Fashion student

❝OF COURSE I STILL CARE LOVE'S NEVER WASTED WHEN IT'S SHARED. AND ALTHOUGH ITS OVER, I'LL ALWAYS BE THERE❜❜ the art of loving is a common belief that means love isn't just luck, but a skill that requires discipline and effort, much like an art form. but in reality, love can be layered, much like an onion. a possessive over consuming emotion that can leave you reaching for the end of the cave. but heartbreak is like lingering kiss that clings to your lips, a taste that overstays its welcome. in this situation, the strong taste of onion refuses to leave amelie astor, the pain and suffering chasing her through the shadows, and the root of her agony is the pain inflicted by her bandmate, harry styles.

🌸💫 ˗ˏˋ 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐑𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐌𝐞𝐭 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐲 ˎˊ˗ 💫🌸 The morning bloomed beneath a curtain of rain, soft and shimmering like silver lace. Ethan stood by the roadside - late, breathless, and utterly drenched. His light brown curls clung to his forehead, his white shirt translucent against his slender frame, and his amber eyes glowed like drops of honey caught in the storm. He looked like a lost bunny in the rain - delicate, trembling, and heartbreakingly beautiful. Then, a sleek black car glided to a stop beside him. The window lowered, and the world seemed to still. Behind it sat a man of quiet elegance - sharp jawline, dark hair brushing his collar, and eyes that gleamed like green auroras beneath the clouds. His voice, low and composed, brushed against Ethan's heart like velvet. "Get in," he said. Ethan hesitated only for a moment before obeying, his pulse fluttering like raindrops against glass. The stranger did not smile - and yet, something about him lingered. His silence carried gravity, his gaze a calm storm that drew Ethan in completely. Later, in class, whispers floated through the air - the new French professor, cold and beautiful, a man of impossible charm. Ethan barely heard them... until the door opened. And time stopped. The rain's stranger now stood at the front of the room - poised, refined, untouchable. His eyes met Ethan's across the space, steady and unreadable. In that single heartbeat, Ethan forgot how to breathe. The man who had saved him from the storm... was now his professor. And as the rain tapped softly against the windows, Ethan realized - 🌷 Sunshine may warm the world... but some hearts only learn to beat when rain meets a gaze that cannot be forgotten. 🌷

Imagine a girl, very beautiful, good grades, a growing business, exceptional speaking skills, and only faith in God. And that too at the age of 16. And everything with a millionaire mindset. Too flawless right? Flawless for the world but fighting every single day with an unforgettable courage with her inner self and her own people. And a forced smile that nobody notices (but someone did). Now here comes our Mr. Handsome, Jeon Jungkook. I guess we don't need any description but still. A man who is known as perfect in everything, and with a bunny smile faces the world every single day. Exhausted with the mask he wears everyday. Despite having everything the world dreams of- fame, name, money, status etc. Yet, behind the spotlight, just another person searching for a place where he didn't have to be "BTS Jungkook." A concert in India. A perfume stall. Two completely different lives. What begins as an ordinary meeting slowly turns into something neither of them ca kmn explain-a bond that is not friendship, not family, and not love, yet somehow feels like home. Because some bonds exist beyond the label of this material world.

Friend zone hurts when you fall in love with your friend ! and thats what happened to Mary and her friend Tim. But Erick comes out of the blue and change her thoughts. start reading I promise you, you gonna love it =)

Mysterious Impossible Love Story

de casualidad no tienes el libro? o tal vez se te olvido estudiar pues aqui te dare los capitulos resumidos , los personajes ,el ambiente social etc

The truth of a year of hell and grace.

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As the day turns to night and the sun says goodbye, I imagine a farewell filled with memories and sweet scents as I leave. When it's time to let go of my earthly self, I wish to be near a peaceful river where the water tells stories. Pick a special place, maybe a temple-a comforting space where spirit meets earth. When the fire is ready, invite my loved ones-friends and family-to say goodbye to the essence of life. Bring the bottles from my shelves, each holding stories and shared moments. Let those close to me, who know my laughter and tears, use these fragrances. In the mix of fire and scent, let the perfumes blend with the smoke, a tribute made of love and memories. Half for the flames, a gift to the universe, and half for those still here. In this ritual of remembering through scent, may a part of me stay, a breath of nostalgic fragrance beyond earthly and heavenly realms. In the dance of fire and river, amid temple whispers, let my goodbye be a sweet ode, a fragrant story woven with life's beautiful moments. And amidst the scent, I wish for people to feel a peculiar delight and exclaim, "Wow, even in departure, this leaving soul's recent earthly body-burning aroma is strangely delightful.