I bleed through my ink, because some wounds only heal when poured onto paper. I write what I feel, what my heart can't hold in silence. My stories are born from my own imaginary world, stitched together with thoughts that never leave me. Maybe I'm always a little delulu, but that's where my chaos finds peace. I don't write to please, I write to breathe. Every word is my confession, my escape, and my survival. Don't expect much with a 15 year old child.
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Stories by Preya Patel
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We Met After Survival
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She was raised in noise.
He learned to survive in silence.
Rhea Mehta built her life on control. A self-made...
Only Mine
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**Only Mine** *by Preya Patel
Aira's wedding was ruined by gunshots and smoke - and Rayan Malhotra, a ruthle...
when Silence speaks louder
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She never confessed. Yet she loved him for 32 months... and counting.
Riva was the girl who smiled the loudes...
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