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Gujarati Geet Vikram Thakor Na

Young hearts

Julie Thompson just moved into the suburban town to live with her aunt's family and hopes to not have or make any friends at all because she disliked people but maybe liking just one won't hurt. She falls for Uche, her cousin brother's best friend, without even knowing. Follow Julie through her first attempt at love. ... I watched him as he stood there, leaning on the bridge's railing and eating ice cream. The breeze wasn't disturbing his hair today because he had parked it all backwards, he looked cute, I smiled drawing in some breath, satisfied with how today was going. "What?" I heard him ask taking me off my thoughts. "Huh?" "You were smiling." "Oh. I was...." "Can I kiss you?" He asked looking at my lips. "Here?" I asked now, my heart beating hard against my chest, our first kiss could happen now. "Yeah?" He nodded, I could see his Adam's apple go up and down as he swallowed, I bit my lips, nervously. I smiled approvingly, almost getting up from the bench where I sat. "No sit." He said coming closer to sit next to me. The bench was quite small so we were so close to each other. He leaned in and I could smell him more the closer he got to my face. His lips were now inches away from mine and the moment they touched I closed my eyes, I didn't know why but I did. He didn't put his tongue in my mouth, it was as simple as it could get, just a warm kiss and I as glad he didn't. When he lips left mine, I opened my eyes licking my lips. He was smiling, I hadn't yet told him how much I loved his smile. "You lied." I told him. "About what?" He stopped smiling. "You said you were a bad kisser." He laughed now with his teeth showing, those beautiful set. Read more... #genka3na
Genika3na2 · 102.9K Views

MASKARA

Tik tak. Tik tak. Tanging tunog ng orasan ang nangingibabaw sa tahimik na bahay—isang tahimik na nakakabingi, na para bang bumabalot sa bawat sulok ng silid. Parang musika ito ng kawalan, ngunit imbes na paginhawahin, lalo lamang nitong pinapalakas ang kabog ng aking dibdib. Tik tak. Parang pinipiga ang aking puso, bawat segundo, bawat saglit, paulit-ulit, na tila pinapaalala ang bigat na matagal ko nang dinadala. Hindi ko na kayang pigilan pa. Kumawala na ang aking mga luha, kasabay ng hiningang tila mabigat na bato sa aking dibdib. Bumagsak ang mga patak na parang ulan sa pisngi kong hindi na sanay ngumiti. Minsan naiisip ko, paano nga ba ako napunta sa ganitong sitwasyon? Ang sakit—nakakapaso, nakakasakal—hindi ito basta lungkot lang, kundi isang matinding kalungkutan na nagpapahina sa aking mga tuhod. Araw-araw, pilit akong bumabangon, pilit tinatawid ang mga oras, pero habang ginagawa ko ito, lalong lumalalim ang sugat. Nasasaktan ako, hindi lamang dahil sa mga nangyari, kundi dahil sa awa ko sa aking sarili. Sino ba namang hindi maaawa kung araw-araw, pinipilit kong ngumiti kahit wala nang natitirang dahilan para sumaya? Ngunit kahit anong mangyari, kahit anong sakit ang idulot nito, isa lang ang sigurado ko: Ikaw at ikaw lamang ang aking mamahalin. Walang makakapalit sa'yo. Sa kabila ng lahat, sa kabila ng mga gabing binubulabog ng tahimik na pag-iyak, ikaw pa rin ang laman ng puso kong durog na durog na. Hays… Nawa’y dumating ang araw na ang tik tak ng orasan ay maging musika ng pag-asa. Pero sa ngayon, ito muna ang aking mundo—isang tahimik na silid, isang pusong nagdurugo, at isang pagmamahal na kahit kailan ay hindi ko kayang bitawan.
ariazmo · 2.8K Views

The Last Bloom of Spring

In the year 2025, India stood as an elective monarchy comprised of 563 kingdoms, a nation forged from the fires of the War of Independence in 1857. Yet, the spectre of an ancient threat loomed on the horizon, a menacing force that had once brought the subcontinent to the brink of annihilation. Vikram, a young prince from the revered Zamorin lineage, found himself exiled to the bustling city of Kolkata, banished by his mother for a transgression that remained shrouded in mystery. Stripped of his privileges and forced to live a life of austerity, he sought solace in the sacred precincts of the Kalighat Temple, where the fierce goddess Kali reigned supreme. As the weight of his exile bore down upon him, Vikram's path became intertwined with three remarkable women – a woman whose life he had saved, another he had rescued from the clutches of a depraved trade, and the daughter of the temple's priest, all of whom harboured profound feelings for the fallen prince. Yet, Vikram's true destiny lay not in the pursuit of earthly affections but in the mastery of an ancient art – the path of cultivation. For he was among the most powerful warriors in the land, a prodigy whose potential had barely been tapped. As the three years of his exile drew to a close, he knew that he must advance his cultivation to realms uncharted, unlocking the secrets of energy manipulation and spiritual transcendence. The urgency of his quest was fueled by the looming threat of an ancient enemy – a sorcerer of unimaginable might who had once marshalled a force of 25 million troops and 2.5 lakh ghosts and jins against the very heart of India. This formidable adversary, whose name had been lost to the annals of history, had come perilously close to subjugating the nation, only to be thwarted by the heroic sacrifice of a South Indian prince and six others, who had given their lives to vanquish the invading horde. Among the few survivors of that cataclysmic battle was a messenger, entrusted with a secret message and a mystical ring, both of which he had delivered to the Zamorin lineage before breathing his last. The contents of that message remained a closely guarded secret, but it was whispered that it held the key to unravelling the sorcerer's true identity and the means to defeat him once and for all. As Vikram's exile drew to a close, he found himself at a crossroads – to embrace his destiny as a warrior of unparalleled prowess or to forsake his heritage and live a life of obscurity. The choice was his, but the fate of India, and perhaps the world, hung in the balance. With unwavering resolve, Vikram chose the path of the warrior, immersing himself in the ancient arts of cultivation and unlocking the secrets of mind, body and soul for his country and countrymen. In the climactic confrontation, Vikram stood face-to-face with the sorcerer, a being of immense power who had eluded death for centuries. Drawing upon the full might of his cultivation, Vikram unleashed a torrent of energy that shook the very foundations of reality. In a cataclysmic clash of wills, the sorcerer's ancient magic and Vikram's Cultivation prowess faced off. But little did they know, the understanding of the universal secret is a domain they hardly chartered
Kannanunni_K_S · 5K Views

Chains Of The Crescent Moon

Set in a rich, fictional world where two vastly different kingdoms collide, Chains of the Crescent Moon weaves a tale of rebellion, forbidden love, and the fight for freedom. In the opulent Western kingdom of Luthadel, Prince Alden Roderic wrestles with his duty to uphold the traditions of a corrupt monarchy, including the brutal enslavement of conquered people. Torn between his role as heir and his growing disillusionment with the kingdom’s cruelty, Alden finds himself at a crossroads when he encounters Na-na, a fierce warrior princess from the fallen Eastern empire of Eryndor. Marked by a crescent moon tattoo symbolizing her royal lineage, Na-na is captured and enslaved after her homeland is destroyed. Their worlds couldn’t be more different. Na-na’s fiery spirit and refusal to submit challenge everything Alden has ever known, while Alden’s quiet strength forces Na-na to confront her own prejudices about the enemy she swore to hate. As a language barrier and deep-seated cultural divides threaten to keep them apart, they reluctantly form an alliance to dismantle the oppressive systems that enslave their people. Meanwhile, a parallel story unfolds in the distant East, where General Xian Feng, a cunning strategist from Na-na’s homeland, orchestrates a rebellion to reclaim Eryndor’s lost glory. Xian’s fate becomes intertwined with the Western kingdom when he discovers a dangerous secret buried deep within the heart of Luthadel—a secret that could either ignite a revolution or destroy both kingdoms entirely. As Alden and Na-na’s relationship deepens, their shared vision for justice propels them into a battle not just against a tyrannical regime but against the prejudices and traditions that have defined their lives. With alliances forged in the shadows and betrayals lurking at every corner, the pair must confront their personal demons while leading a rebellion that threatens to unravel the very fabric of their world. Will they succeed in uniting two fractured kingdoms, or will the chains of their past drag them into ruin? Chains of the Crescent Moon is a sweeping tale of love and revolution, where the fight for freedom comes at a cost—and where the heart of a kingdom is reborn in the ashes of rebellion.
Na_Sou · 6K Views

The Magic In Your Cheating

The Young Girl with Hazel Eyes and the elegant fedora’s hats who just look up in the Big-Big Windows with one or two sigh with a little single breath in the middle of slighty and clear weather. Her broken smile and expressions in her beautiful eyes was verry sad. She Daydreaming seriously once again. But it looks like the ‘Daydreaming’ was obsessed with her. Really weird, aren’t it?! The Big-Big Windows make her smile again but with a little hopes in one Big Hopes. The Breath. Clear Breath actually. The Young Girl then, verry happy with the next seconds in her heart, yeah, its suddenly and make that so magic in miracles with a simple thing. She Smile again with one pull smooth smile. Look a little bit and more happier than before. Breath deep and exhale in the next seconds, the beautiful and better smile in the brightly and clearly of the lightly and flawless in the Beautiful Afternoon in that day. “Maybe He had a Million reasons to understand” She said clearly but with nervous because her situation, alone but wth a little Hopes bring it up again and a litlle bit more again, like a fantastic Srprise in the Clearly morning whe you wake up in the Summer cheers Up Daydreaming! She looked up once again and then with one bright and priceless smile, say once again with the beautiful and a little bright of the Priceless hopes. “But, can’t i understanding that - all of the reasons why? Lets we try,” Teera Said with a much Hoping in the middle of stronger of the strugle power to believe and understanding about the Reasons Why. And, Why?!
Geet_Anggit · 13.4K Views
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