Real Stories

ප්‍රේමයෙන් අත් හැරුණු පසු බෝ පළුදු වු​නු හදවතක් ස්නේහයේ කටු ඇනී ලේ ගැලු සිදුරු වු​නු හදවතක් අවැසි නම් විමසන්න ඉරුනු තැන් නොපෙනෙන්න... මසා නිමකල හදවතක් විකිනීමට තිබේ... මගදි හමු​වූ වෙදදුරෙක් මෙය පිලිසකර කර තිබේ... 🤍"

The first time I returned to my biological family, I spent five years trying to make them love me. My mother told me to stop competing with Lily. My father called me greedy. My eldest brother gave Lily the company shares Grandfather left to me. My second brother testified that I had tried to poison her. My third brother destroyed the evidence that could have cleared my name. And my youngest brother stood outside my prison cell and said: "I wish they had never found you." Three days later, I died in a burning car. And when I opened my eyes again... I was eighteen. Standing outside the Vesper mansion. My biological mother was walking toward me. Behind her stood Lily. Wearing my mother's necklace. In my previous life, I cried when I saw them. This time... I smiled. Good. They were all here. It would save me the trouble of hunting them down one by one.

The first volume of an ongoing series, "We Were just partners" follows a story of two students with different worlds.

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**P.S. This story is more reality than fiction.** It is inspired by my own life, but it follows the path I never took. It is about the words I was too afraid to say, the feelings I kept hidden, and the choices I still wonder about years later. Sometimes, a life can change because of one decision. One confession. One moment of courage. This story asks the questions that has stayed with me since I was younger: If I had chosen differently, spoken when I stayed silent, or allowed myself to believe that I could be chosen too, who would I be today? I will never know what that life might have looked like. So I wrote it instead. ✨ Based on a true story ✨ They were supposed to drift apart. Different worlds. Different lives. Different futures. Yet every time fate gave them a chance to disappear from each other's lives, another impossible coincidence brought them back together. Some connections refuse to break. The real question is... why? It wasn't love at first sight. It wasn't even supposed to be love at all. But when coincidences won't stop dragging two people together, what else can you call it? I try to post every Friday and Wednesday

This is a sequel to my story: The "Magician from Mallorca"

I'm openly sharing the stories of crushes I've had to the world. Every detail in a creative way. I hope we can cringe together and relate because it's something everyone goes through :)

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How painful it is to be stabbed by the very person you gave a place in the deepest corners of your heart; someone you loved sincerely, trusted completely, and gave your genuine love and feelings to. You built dreams with them... only to realize that you were merely a passing chapter in their life, while they were the entire story of yours.

Hundreds of real moments, no particular order, no polish, just the truth as I lived it. A memoir told in fragments.

He promised her forever. She never expected forever to feel like hell.

{Toptae Bottomkook} Boqortooyo qarsoon... Amiir aan naxariis lahayn... Iyo wiil aan ogeyn in imaatinkiisu beddeli doono wax walba

Before the Sunrise Rohan moves to Bangalore hoping for a fresh start, a better career, and a life bigger than the one he left behind. The last thing he expects is to find himself drawn to the quiet dance teacher living across the corridor. Bharti is kind, graceful, and carries a world of secrets behind her smile. As their friendship grows through shared cups of filter coffee, long conversations, and everyday moments, Rohan discovers the truth she has spent years hiding from the world. What begins as a simple friendship slowly becomes something deeper. Together, they navigate family expectations, workplace prejudice, old wounds, and the fear of being accepted for who they truly are. From the busy streets of Bangalore to the peaceful mornings of Coimbatore, Before the Sunrise is a story about love, identity, family, and finding a place where you finally belong. Because sometimes the people who change our lives are waiting just across the corridor.

Being Indian American feels like living in a pressure cooker wrapped in a smile. You're told to be perfect, productive, palatable - never loud, never intimidating. But travel to India, and you'll meet folks who are bold, stylish, confident, and unapologetically gangsta. DEAR DIASPORA, YOU'RE NOT THE MAIN CHARACTER is a sharp, personal callout - not to India, but to the suffocating performance of "representation," perfectionism and intraracial competition that dominates Desi life in the West. This isn't a sob story - it's a truth bomb. A cultural essay that demands real freedom, not filtered branding. If you're ready to sip some realness, break free from the cage of expectations, and find your max pro aura - this is for you. 🍋 Bold. Tart. Sweet. Unfiltered. 🍋 Just like a glass of limeade on a hot day.

«ل جیهانا من دا، بچووکێ... 'نەخێر' بوونا وێ نینە.» ئەو ڕەڤاند ژ بۆ هەبوونا خۆ، بەلێ نەزانى کو کچکەکا بێتاوان دێ هەموو یاسایێن ئیمپراتۆرییا وی یا تاریک ڕوخینیت.

Sky has grown up in an Indian household with strict yet loving parents, she goes through a lot of things throughout her life ; from feeling suicidal and useless, to loving herself for who she is. This is her story. This is my story !!NAMES USED IN THIS BOOK ARE NOT REAL! ONLY TWO OF THE SCHOOL NAMES ARE REAL!!

If any one is familiar with the IB programme, they'd know what CAS is. This book is for CAS. I wish to write about my following months until I do my May exams. I have not studied for the past year and I have 2 months to do the exam! Let's lock in!

• Сᴀбин ᴄ ᴄᴀʍоᴦо дᴇᴛᴄᴛʙᴀ будᴛо ᴨᴩиᴛяᴦиʙᴀᴧᴀ ᴋ ᴄᴇбᴇ ᴄᴛᴩᴀнныᴇ иᴄᴛоᴩии. Коᴦдᴀ ᴇй быᴧо ᴨяᴛь иᴧи ɯᴇᴄᴛь ᴧᴇᴛ, онᴀ ᴨочᴇʍу-ᴛо иᴄᴋᴩᴇннᴇ вериᴧᴀ, чᴛо ᴇᴄᴧи зᴀᴄунуᴛь ɯᴨиᴧьᴋи ʙ ᴩозᴇᴛᴋу, ᴛо ʍожно ᴨоᴨᴀᴄᴛь ʙ ʍиᴩ ɸᴇй Винᴋᴄ. Ниᴋᴛо ᴇй ϶ᴛоᴦо нᴇ ᴩᴀᴄᴄᴋᴀзыʙᴀᴧ - онᴀ ᴄᴀʍᴀ ᴨᴩидуʍᴀᴧᴀ ϶ᴛо ʙ ᴄʙоᴇй ᴦоᴧоʙᴇ, ᴋᴀᴋ ᴨᴩидуʍыʙᴀᴧᴀ ʍножᴇᴄᴛʙо дᴩуᴦих нᴇʙᴇᴩояᴛных вещей. Рᴇᴀᴧьноᴄᴛь, ᴋонᴇчно, оᴋᴀзᴀᴧᴀᴄь ᴋудᴀ ʍᴇнᴇᴇ ᴄᴋᴀзочной. Вместо Волшебного ᴨоᴩᴛᴀᴧᴀ ᴇё ᴨᴩоᴄᴛо удᴀᴩиᴧо ᴛоᴋоʍ ⚡️🌩️⛈️

So this is me as a baby I was so cute as a baby right, wrong that was just the start of my adventure, when all I could do was roll around In my moms tummy until I came out, but wait, before I came out the nurses told mY mom to breathe and out, so that can help with the pain, but then afterwords it started getting serious in the hospital room and the nurses were holding my moms hands and telling her to start pushing and she said okay, so she started screaming and started pushing And pushing and finally I came out of her and the nurse put a blanket on me so I won't get sick, and she handed me to my mom and the nurse said what are you going call her ? And that's when I knew I liked this name I picked and it was special to me. So my mom said let's name her Stephanie and I loved that name so much that whenever my mom called my name I would smile 😊 because It was my name and she picked it for me. And that's why I like being myself all the time because of my mom she's the greatest person ever I love you mom. 👩 the end 🫡

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