PHARAOH GOLDEN MUSE (CHAT STORY)

🔥✨ HEY, LOVELY READERS! ✨🔥 I need a moment of your time because this story is not something you just scroll past. Imagine being a modern woman suddenly dragged into ancient Egypt, mistaken for a godd

Dreams

Dreams are often the way your body shows the truth. Imagine you like someone and they show up in your dream. It means somewhere in your mind , you are thinking about them. Or simply,if it was your e

Veer-Zaara: The Eternal Bond

Part I: The Meeting of Souls The air in the Lahaul-Spiti valley was thin and crystalline, smelling of ancient pine and the promise of rain. Squadron Leader Veer Pratap Singh of the Indian Air Force ba

The Heart of the Brave

Part I: The Gray Skies of London The London rain was a constant, a rhythmic tapping against the windowpane that mirrored the predictable beat of Simran Singh’s life. To the world, Simran was the perfe

The Portrait of Destiny

Chapter I: The Artist in the Circle The winter of 1975 in Delhi carried a peculiar sharpness, a mixture of coal smoke, roasting peanuts, and the humid breath of a city in constant motion. In the heart

The Butter Chicken & Curd Rice Treaty

Arjun Sodhi was a man of simple pleasures: high-protein parathas, loud Bhangra beats, and Kavya Subramaniam. The first two were easy to explain to his parents. The third was currently sitting across f

"Romeo and Juliet"

The Legend of Heer Ranjha The river Chenab does not merely flow through the plains of Punjab; it breathes. To the poets and the broken-hearted, its waters carry the salt of a thousand tears and the me

"I Too Had a Love Story"

The Architecture of Echoes Part I: The Digital Loom They say the universe doesn’t speak to us in whispers, but in the frantic, rhythmic tapping of keys in the middle of a sleepless night. For Ishaan,

HDLC

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My worship gone.

"I don't know if my god is He or She, but I imagine my god as a pure soul. I've always wondered if it's right to worship my god, since everyone wants god to fulfill their own needs. But what's my nee

I TEXTED HER AT 2:14 A.M.

I didn’t plan to text her. That’s the lie I tell myself so I don’t have to admit the truth: I’d been thinking about her for weeks. Her name sat at the bottom of my chat list like a ghost I pretended

Episode 2: Blossoming Love 🔞🔞

*Whispers of attraction* The afternoon sun filtered through the tall windows of Florist Shanghai High’s library, casting golden patterns across the polished wooden tables. The final class of the day

Blossoming Love🔞🔞

Episode 1: The New Arrival The grand gates of Florist Shanghai High School stood imposingly under the crisp autumn morning sky, welcoming the elite students of Shanghai's most prestigious mixed-gender

At least once

She loved him for three years. Not loudly. Not dramatically. Bas chup-chaap. She noticed small things—the way he adjusted his bag, the way he laughed with his friends, the way he never noticed her. No

HIS OBSESSION BEGAN BEFORE THE VOWS

She walked into an arranged marriage wearing sindoor… not knowing her husband was the man she once saved. Rudransh Rajvanshi— a name that rules fear, blood, and silence. A man who never bows, never

The One Who Wasn't Chosen...

At exactly twelve o’clock, Chen Yu’s phone lit up. No ringtone. No vibration. Just a soft glow cutting through the darkness of his room. Chen Yu lay on his bed, staring at the ceiling, counting cracks

Do i have to cry for you?

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R18 I'm in Love With My Brother (The Woman from Calligo)

🔞🔞🔞🔞Two weeks have passed by so fast I was in the kings hall wearing an elegant green dress, a tight dress hugging every curves of my body exposing my cleveage. I gazed at the woman with purple eyes,

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Wo yeh lafz Dohrati thi; Har waqt, har baar, usne ye lafz kaha. "Ishq se dar hai hamein." Wo Ishq se nahin darti thi, wo Ishq ke badle se darti thi. Zafirah Siddiqui. Bohot Kahaniyan padhi hai us

Borrowed Shade

Some people feel like shade on a hot day. You step closer thinking they will protect you, only to realize they disappear when the sun shifts. They stand near, not to shelter, but to cool themselves. A