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Mahanadhi Vika One Shots + Relationship Story

This Story will be scary for your fears, and their fears will come true if they enter the Lostrooms, and there was a person who has a basement for a room to sleep in, there will be scary chapters in there.

"𝐈𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐚 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧, 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦." . . . . . He was barely twenty-one years old, too young to be called a man. While he was still learning to walk carefully around the shore, life in a flash pushed him into a raging ocean with no experience of survival and a newborn child in his weak, quivering arms. Inside it, at every inch -- demons, hundreds of demons cloaked in human flesh were silently waiting for him, their hands burning with an ache to be stained in blood. And the worst, cruelest truth was; they had been waiting for him but never for him. The child, the small life in his arms. Her breath. Her blood. That was all they wanted. He knew he was nothing, absolutely nothing before them -- just a simple boy with simpler intentions and the simplest way of seeing the world. He had every intention of walking away, of leaving her behind and forgetting she had ever existed. It was simple. It was the plan. Until she opened her eyes and lifted her wide, teary eyes to look at him and in those eyes of the newborn, lived an innocence so heavenly pure that for the first time, every sacrifice, even dying to protect her seemed worth it. After all, in the end, he had become her 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫, her baba. He fought every single one of them, not as a warrior but as a young father. As he forgot everything; his fear, his pain, his life. The only thing that he could remember was her crying little face, buried in the crook of his neck. But for how long could he keep her and himself safe from them? He knew he needed someone strong. Not just strong. But Stronger. Stronger than them, than those men. Perhaps, a man. Or many. Or maybe, just maybe, a woman, only.

Aviraj × Gauri❤️ "chali jao yha se aj ke baad mere samne mt aana" ............ "Gulabo, Please mujhe chhor kr mt jao"💖 Aviraj Raghuvanshi The elder Raghuvanshi brother. Cold, calculative, grumpy, and fiercely protective. He gets angry easily, keeps his emotions hidden, and has built walls around his heart. To the world, he is intimidating-but for his family, he would do anything. Gauri Sharma A village girl with a heart full of sunshine. Kind, innocent, and selfless, she always puts others before herself despite facing countless hardships in her own life. She believes that love and kindness can heal even the deepest wounds. Aryaveer × Mehar😍 "Maine kaha na mujhse dur rho" ................ "Butterfly, I don't want a life without you" 🫶 Aryaveer Raghuvanshi The younger Raghuvanshi brother. Quiet, arrogant, and impossible to read. He speaks very little and prefers silence over unnecessary words. Unlike Aviraj, he rarely gets angry, but once he does, no one can calm him down. Meher Singh An orphan who grew up without the warmth of a family, yet never lost her smile. She sees the good in everyone and spreads happiness wherever she goes. But when it comes to her self-respect, she never bows down to anyone. --- Two brothers. Two sunshine girls. Four hearts destined to change each other's lives. Will Aviraj and Gauri find love beyond their differences? Will Aryaveer and Meher become each other's safe place? Can these four overcome every hardship, heal each other's broken hearts, and build a family filled with love?

Front cover art isn't mine • . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁꒰ঌ·⋆⋅☆⋅⋆· · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·⋆⋅☆⋅⋆·໒꒱ ݁ . ⊹ ₊ ݁. • · · A fanfic about the Roblox Game 'A Nostalgic Hangout Game [REDUX]'

"All you had to do.. WAS STAY!" Postman began sobbing. You were speechless. "YOUR GOING DOWN A PATH YOU CANT ESCAPE FROM..!" "You dont understand.." "You dont listen.." Postman raised his gun towards you. "You took my game for yourself.. AND LOOK HOW IT ENDED..!" He almost triggered it.. Silence. He lifted his hand up to his chest " I-...feel cold.. :)" Postman said before collasping on the ground. He.. died.. MY SHAYLAA NOO WHY DID HE DIEE FUCK U SMILE I wanted to make the very first ANHG book cuz there is no ANHG books SO FOR ALL OF YOU ANHG FANS I HAVE POSTMAN IN MY BASEMENT :3

My old poems and quotes. Currently editing. Finished (2021)

#1 in MeandYou (06/14/25) #5 in QuietBoy (07/09/25) #4 in Quirky (02/24/26) *Mentions of Addiction/Abuse/Mental Health* (Under the process of being rewritten/editted, OGs know what's up) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Before I can help it, I grin ear to ear, and his softened gaze starts to fade. His eyes narrow into slits, "Don't you dare-" "What do you call a fish wearing a bowtie?" Instantly, Sawyer frowns, an unimpressed expression on his face. I smile, grabbing his cheeks and squishing them, "Don't make that face!!! C'mon, you gotta ask!! What do you call a fish wearing a bowtie?" Glaring, he mutters, "We're not doing this shit, Mari-" "Yes, we are!!" I let go of his face, "You ready?!!" "No." "I'm gonna say it." "You better not-" "SoFISHticated." "You're an idiot." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Senior year is coming up, and things seem normal. Friends are doing the usual, family is, well...familying, and life is as is. But after a chance encounter at a thrift shop, everything changes in a matter of seconds. What happens when a broody boy meets a bubbly girl who suddenly brings color to a world he thought had permanently lost it? Well two things occur: 1 - He isn't coping well, a little upset about it honestly. And 2 - He can't stop thinking about HER. And to make it all the worse, she's suddenly everywhere. Even at his school. Started August 2023 - ????

(thanks everyone for your support!) A young girl's parents were both killed during her short lifetime, leaving their successful business and a young boy in Hazel's hands. Her family's business, however, is more difficult than others; her family had been assassins, the best of the Elizabethan era. What happens when Hazel's abducted by the one and only Ciel Phantomhive, who believes that she, the assassin's daughter, assassinated his parents? DISCLAIMER; I DO NOT OWN BLACK BUTLER!

From a very young age, she learned what life was truly about. Her mother died when she was only three years old-so young that she didn't even understand her mother was gone.

This might turn out to be the realms of 'your' heart. To the martyred words.. HIGHEST RANKING- ! #20 IN POETRY. #237 in live out of 31.9 k stories #240 in free out of 39.1 k stories #22 in demise out of 370 stories #47 in feel out of 2.97k stories #25 in memoir out of 2.88k stories #99 in daily out of 4.3k stories #78 in misery out of 3.34k stories ( 16 may 2020) -Shifa

Brooklyn has met the guy of her dreams. But it was on a vacation. And every vacation has to end sometime. Can a new relationship last long distance? Or will it go down the drain due to hardship and other people? Well just read to find out!

A story of where two people were in love. The other wanted to protect the love and the other one.

Betrayal, Romance.

People hide a lot of things behind smiles. They hide lies, betrayal and sadness. The most beautiful smiles hide the darkest secrets. Like the most beautiful eyes hide the darkest past. Darkness lurks everywhere we go. In the happiest of places to the saddest places. Happiness can never be truly accomplish because it's in human nature to ruin someone's happiness. Depression is just a word used to describe what EVERYONE feels once or more times in their life's because let's face it. Happiness can never be accomplish. Behind her smile is a broken heart and behind her laugh she's falling apart.

In an era of casual situationships, fleeting flings and easy goodbyes, Ishan thought he had found the real deal. But when his one-year relationship shatters, so does his ego. Playing it cool while waiting for his ex to crawl back, he is blindsided to find she has already moved on. Drowning in bitter resentment and a creeping depression, Ishan's world is spinning out of control. ​Then, a second shock hits. His grandmother, Rukmini---his lifelong solace and protective shield---collapses. Rushing back to his hometown of Prayagraj, consumed by guilt for neglecting her, Ishan finds a woman on her deathbed. ​Rukmini senses the unspoken turmoil in her grandson's heart. Knowing words won't heal his cynicism, she hands him a sealed envelope with one final dying wish: ​​​​​​"Deliver this, and bring back a reply before I takes my last breath." ​The recipient? Her true love. The address? He have to find. Ishan's world tilts. Blinded by the raw agony of his own fresh heartbreak, he doesn't stop to consider the rigid, forced social realities of 1968. He doesn't see a tragic end of young love; he only sees a betrayal that mirrors his own pain. "How can she thought of any other man instead of grandpa?" ​Driven by a mix of anger, curiosity, and a desperate need to confront this ghost from the past, Ishan tracks the address through the ancient, narrow lanes of Ayodhya--- only to hit a terrifying dead end that shatters everything he thought he knew. ​Join Ishan on a soul-stirring journey across time, grief, and unhealed wounds. As the secrets of the past unspool along the banks of the Ganga, will The 24th Letter permanently break his faith in relationships, or will it teach a restless Gen-Z heart what it truly means to love? Happy Reading ❣️❣️ ​

Have ever got stuck on a plot, a word, a scene or a story so much that you can't move forward? We as writers, believe everyone has been through that "phase". To counteract that stage and to boost our writing community(and the writer in us), we all need a boost, a push to keep at it. Keeping in mind, every Sunday, NewlyWrittenBooks are going to publish a writer's empowerment quote from writers across the world, to spark the writing bug within you. Cover made by the amazingly gifted @druidoflore :)

(This book is dedicated to Paul Walker as he was a cast. R.I.P) He was the number one racer, youngest driver to ever win a championship. Five times winner in a row and his name is Stephan Marten, blonde hair, blue eyes and a charming smile. Who ever knew I would meet him by an accident-more like a car accident. I'm finding myself falling for the man who almost killed me, is this reality or a fantasy? I can't stop myself from doing what might bring me some lonely damages to my heart; will all of this be worth the threat? Me falling for someone who is famous? (THIS IS BOOK IS INSPIRED BY FORMULA ONE, SO THE CHARACTER OF STEPHAN IS GOING TO BE A FORMULA ONE DRIVER)

Poetry for those who have given up. I'm here for you and i hope these will help. I suffer from depression myself and this is how a get the feeling of self hate out.

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