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"ප්ලීස්... හ්... මට මෙහෙම හ් කරන්න... එපා හ්හ්හ්..." මන් අඩ අඩම කියද්දී එයා තවත් තදින් මාව තුරුල් කරගත්තා... මන් එයාගේ උනුහුමට තුරුල් වෙලා විනාඩි ගානක් ම ඇඩුවා... එයා මාව ඈත් කරලා මගේ ඔලුව හෙමින් සැරේ අතගෑවා.. "මන් ඔයාව දාල යනවා කිව්ව ද අව්රි..." "ආ... ආහ්??" "මන් ඔයත් එක්ක හැමදාම ඉන්නවා..."

Aditya and Siya both stood in front of each other, unable to look at other,unspoken words scattered between. Her foot was shivering in terror. Can't understand what has happened with them. "Why are you saying this? I am married to you" Siya tongue shivering badly as the words escaped from her mouth,the first time she spoke to him, her gaze lowered on her red lehenga. "No. You are nothing to me, do you understand that?. I only obeyed my dear uncle's wish.You are still unknown to me and you will rest of your life" Aditya's eyes filled with tears , he was seeing his future scattered in front of his eyes. His emotions, his feelings, everything just escaped from his hands like sand. Siya gaze fixed over the ground, tears escaped from her eyes, but all she knew about this marriage was only to save her and her brother, not for relation. There is no love,no care even if they don't know their names. ✨🦋"What kind of marriage is this??" 🦋✨.......... Jump into the book and explore the whole book. Siya 🌷◕෴ ♡♡ Aditya 🌷◕෴ ♡⁠♡ ♡⁠♡ ♡⁠♡ 📒📒📒📒✯✯........ Don't judge the book in fewer chapters..... Perhaps you will enjoy the book once you read it more than the 10- 15 chapter .................｡⁠◕◕⁠｡｡⁠◕◕⁠｡｡⁠◕◕⁠｡

She was only six when her fate was sealed with his name. Thirteen years later, when Dua returns from abroad, everyone expects a westernized, rebellious girl. Instead, they find a soft, cultured young woman whose beauty and grace leave whispers of envy trailing in her wake. She is no longer the timid child everyone remembers, but a breathtaking young woman draped in grace and quiet strength. The entire haveli whispers about her beauty. Some admire. Some envy. But only one man burns with an obsession he can't control-her husband by nikkah, Taimoor Arsalan Shah. Cold. Powerful. Feared by many. Taimoor never wanted a wife chosen for him. Never wanted the childhood nikkah that tied him to her. Years later, he has built a life of authority, discipline, and unyielding pride. But when Dua walks back into his haveli, draped in innocence and quiet strength, he is struck with a possessiveness he never thought himself capable of. Her lowered lashes and trembling lips make him realize that the girl he once ignored is now the only woman capable of undoing him. She wants freedom. He wants her surrender. And in a world bound by family honor, secrets, and desire- love was never supposed to feel this dangerous.The girl he once rejected is now the woman he cannot let go of-even if it means breaking her heart to claim it. "You were mine before you even knew what marriage meant, Dua. And now... you'll know exactly what it means to belong to me."

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Adon de Chavez is still searching for his niche after finishing his bachelor's degree when his brother asks him to build a writing website for his friend. To Adon, it looks like nothing more than a six‑digit income opportunity, until he meets Magindara So, a best‑selling author of erotic romance novels-books he swears he would never dare to read. But to create a brand and website worthy of her name, Adon forces himself to dive into her work. What begins as a simple task soon unravels into something darker-the hidden story his client can't announce to the world.

ကျွန်မတွက်အချစ်ဆိုတာ သူမနဲ့မတွေ့သည်အထိ သတ်မှတ်ရာခိုင်နှုန်း(သုည)သာဖြစ်လေသည်.....

He knew exactly who she was - the beloved granddaughter of his biggest rival. Still, that didn't stop him. On the day of her wedding, dressed in red and surrounded by people who adored her, he barged in and kidnapped her without a second thought. Before she could even process the betrayal, she found herself married to him - forcefully, painfully, and without choice. People whispered that he did it because he loved her. But if you believe that, you're completely wrong. Love had nothing to do with it - not then. He married her for revenge. Cold, calculated revenge. Because in his eyes, she was responsible for the most painful wound of his life - the death of his grandfather. And this forced marriage? It wasn't love. It was punishment.

📕: STAY WHERE HEARTS BEGIN Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction. All names, characters, events, and places are products of the author's imagination or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to real people, places, or events is purely coincidental. Please do not copy, redistribute, or reproduce any part of this book without the author's permission. 💌 Support the story! Make sure to vote, comment, and share your thoughts-don't be a silent reader, your feedback keeps the story alive. Tropes you'll find inside: Slow burn + delicious tension, Crush to lovers ,Realistic, heart-touching love ,Soft romance ,Cousin's brother best friend, Soft love Desi romance, Agegap. pastrauma, misunderstanding, spicytwist ~Radhe Radhe🌺 @_aysel

Anshika, a 24-year-old cricket journalist, has always been more than just a fan of Abhishek. While the world sees him as an aggressive player, she notices the silence, the pressure, and the emotions he never shows. Hiding behind the pen name Avantika, she writes a deeply personal piece about him-not as a cricketer, but as a person. Every word she writes carries admiration, understanding... and feelings she chooses not to admit. For her, it's just another piece she never expects him to read. But for Abhishek, it becomes the first time someone has truly understood him beyond the game. And unknowingly, with just one article- a connection begins.💗👀 Started on- 23rd March,2026 Enden on-

Aanya Sharma thought her first project would be simple. She was wrong Assigned to produce a music series, The Echoes Behind Us, she finds herself working with Still Here-a band known for their music, their controversies... and the story they never talk about. Four boys who rose to fame together. Four boys who almost didn't make it. And at the center of it all-Reyansh Malhotra. Arrogant. Distant. Impossible to understand. The kind of person who makes it clear she doesn't belong in his world. From the very first day, things fall apart. Missed lines. Cold stares. Words that hurt more than they should. But as the days pass, Aanya begins to notice something no one else does- the silence behind his anger... and the past he's trying to forget. A past that nearly broke the band. And one night... The same boy who once pushed her away breaks down in her arms. That's when everything changes. Because this was never just a show. It was a story of what they lost... what they survived...

As a poet I wanted to participate in my second month-long writer's challenge, but for National Poetry Month. I will outline the rules I am following in the first chapter. Even if it isn't April, you can still follow along with me! - This cover was created through ibis paint x by me.

"GIVE ME A SECOND TO FORGET I EVER REALLY MEANT IT!" Megan Pierson, popular influencer and New York Times bestselling author, is better known as the girl who just can't seem to hold a relationship. Frequently described as a "serial dater", Megan knows her reputation when it comes to relationships is shot. However, when a she scores a brand deal with the well known skincare brand "CeraVe"- Megan finds herself conversing with a particular sports player who she can't decide if she wants to take in for a "fast time". [p. bueckers x female oc]

"𝑇𝑢𝑚 𝑠𝑜𝑐ℎ𝑜𝑔𝑖 𝑘𝑦𝑜𝑛 𝑖𝑡𝑛𝑎 𝑀𝑎𝑖𝑛 𝑡𝑢𝑚𝑠𝑒 𝑝𝑦𝑎𝑎𝑟 𝑘𝑎𝑟𝑜𝑜𝑛 𝑇𝑢𝑚 𝑠𝑎𝑚𝑗ℎ𝑜𝑔𝑖 𝑑𝑒𝑒𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑎 𝑀𝑎𝑖𝑛 𝑏ℎ𝑖 𝑖𝑞𝑟𝑎𝑎𝑟 𝑘𝑎𝑟𝑜𝑜𝑛 𝑃𝑎𝑙 𝑝𝑎𝑙 𝑑𝑖𝑙 𝑘𝑒 𝑝𝑎𝑎𝑠 𝑡𝑢𝑚 𝑟𝑒ℎ𝑡𝑖 ℎ𝑜" ISHQ HAI ********************************************************* " Sometimes we don't need advice. We just need someone to sit with us in the silence " Vrindika Mahajan a 11th class student who had always kept to herself. Quiet, sharp, and focused, she excelled in her studies and carried her thoughts like a secret companion. Living only with her grandfather-the only person who truly loved her-she had learned to smile, laugh, and blend in at school without ever letting anyone close enough to see the real her. Shashank Malhotra was everything she was not. Outgoing, mischievous, and fearless, he was always on the move-teasing friends, getting into trouble, and somehow making even ordinary days feel alive. Sleepy at times, bold at others, he never cared much for studies but had a presence that made people notice him, whether he wanted to or not. A WOMEN WHO IS NOT INTERESTED TO FALL IN LOVE IN THIS GENERATION - VRINDHIKA A MAN WHO MAKES ALL HIS EFFORTS TO MAKE HER FALL IN LOVE WITH HIM - SHASHANK " "I don't know what love is for people... all I want is to worship her, to kiss the ground she walks on, to be devoted to her." - SHASHANK

Victoria Guerra never expected her life to turn upside down after her best friend goes missing. I don't own stranger things only my OC(s) credits to the duffer brothers to the rest!!!!!

𝐇𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞... 𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐢𝐭. 𝗥𝗶𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗸𝗮 𝗧𝗮𝗻𝗲𝗷𝗮 was never the kind of girl who believed in distractions. Soft-spoken, composed, and always one step ahead, her world revolved around books, ambitions, and a single goal... cracking AILET and walking into NLU Delhi with her head held high. 𝗥𝗶𝘁𝘃𝗮𝘆 𝗠𝗮𝗹𝗵𝗮𝗻 didn't believe in any of that. He was a Backbencher, Basketball player and bike lover. A boy who lived for speed, for moments, for the thrill of not knowing what comes next. He didn't have a plan... just a pulse that refused to slow down. And somewhere deep inside, a love for machines and motion he hadn't yet named as a dream. They weren't supposed to matter to each other but shared classrooms turn into shared glances... Coincidences start repeating. 𝐓𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 : • 𝐒𝐨𝐟𝐭-𝐒𝐩𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐅𝐋 × 𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐌𝐋 • 𝐓𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐫 × 𝐁𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐛𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫 • 𝐐𝐮𝐢𝐞𝐭 𝐨𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐫 × 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫 • 𝐏𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐌𝐋 • 𝐅𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐋𝐚𝐰𝐲𝐞𝐫 × 𝐑𝐮𝐥𝐞 𝐁𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐫 • 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐔𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐚𝐧'𝐭 × 𝐇𝐞 𝐅𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 & 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫 • 𝐔𝐧𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐈𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 × 𝐒𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐎𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 • 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐞 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐄𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐲 × 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲

Raymond Patrick, a young man that left Oldham as a child, finally returned to his homeland to write a book about life in the countryside. One day when he heard the century-old legend of a woman named Serene, Ray starts to ponder more about it. Serene's story had aroused his curiosity, and that made him wonder if Serene really was the woman she was known for. For all he knew, whatever happened to Serene was witnessed by no one in this generation of Oldham's locals.

𝑨 𝒇𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒂𝒈𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕. 𝑨 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍 𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓. 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒂 𝒄𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒗𝒂𝒏 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑻𝒊𝒑𝒔𝒚 𝑪𝒐𝒏𝒆. Florence Butterworth bakes dreams for a living. Her reality, however, is a crumbling mess: her ex boyfriend - London's most feared food critic - left her claiming her pastries were "forgettable. Now, at her cousin Arabella's lavish Kensington wedding, the groom has bolted to Scotland, and Florence is cornered into the most ridiculous lie of her life: pretending to be madly in love with Jasper Finch. He's the catering waiter with a crooked smile, a beaten-up orange campervan, and the outrageous opinion that clotted cream goes before the jam (absolute heresy). One month. One campervan. Two total opposites. And a high-stakes baking competition in the Cotswolds that could make or break Florence's career. Faking it was supposed to be simple. But between secret manuscripts, foggy motorway confessions, and a vengeful ex‑critic determined to expose them, Florence is about to learn that the perfect recipe for love doesn't require a glossy finish - just the right amount of chaos. And Jasper Finch is nothing if not perfectly chaotic. papertreasure ©️ 2025-2026 All rights reserved. As the author, it is essential that readers approach my writing with maturity and, if they have any recommendations or opinions about the work, always with the utmost respect.

Short story chapters of creators who find no motivation or meaning to continue with their artistic expression

Love. People say it is simple. But, maybe it is something quieter. Something deeper. Something that does not just touch your heart, but slowly becomes a part of who you are. For Radhe, love was never just a feeling. It was devotion. The kind that exists in small moments. In silence. In the way you choose someone even when you are unsure of yourself. She was a writer. She could turn emotions into words so effortlessly that people felt seen through her stories. But when it came to her own life, she always stood at a distance. "Mujhe koi kyun pyaar karega...?" That thought stayed with her longer than it should have. Shyam was different. His life was built on discipline, routine, and control. An athlete who believed in focus more than feelings. For him, anything that could distract him had no place in his world. And love? "Pyaar sirf logon ko weak banata hai." He believed that. Until the day he saw her. "Maine aapko pehli baar dekha... aur pata nahi kyun laga jaise main aapko pehle se jaanta hoon." Radhe felt it too. "Yeh ham nahi kar rahe, Hamari kahani likhi hui hai." What begins as a single moment turns into something neither of them can ignore. It is not just attraction. It is DEVOTION. TUM TAK: Devotion Disguised as Love A journey where love is not just felt, it is lived.