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A scholar. A soldier. A shattered empire. Mihir was never meant to marry. Born a Brahmin without caste in a world where only men remained, his life was supposed to be spent in silence—chanting verses, not carrying blades. His guru gives him a single order: “Begin your married life.” No names. No destination. Just a choice. West to India. East to the past. He walks east. In the bloodstained borderlands of the Tang Dynasty, he finds him—Zhang Zheng. A fallen Chinese commander, carved in scars and silence, abandoned like a broken sword in the dirt. Mihir doesn’t know his name. Doesn’t know his war. But he stops. And saves him. That moment rewrites empires. Zhang Zheng is not just wounded—he’s hunted. A father of four. A ghost of a disgraced dynasty. His enemies wear his family’s faces, and his mother—the one the world thinks is dead—has returned to burn it all down. Mihir never asked for this. But he’s already stepped into a dying man’s war. Already tied to children who call him father. Already bound to a man who refuses to beg, but bleeds like he’s praying for something he no longer believes in. This isn’t love. This is survival. This is destiny wrapped in barbed wire and bound by fire. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Indian × Chinese | BL | Historical Fantasy | Tang Dynasty, 7th Century This story is born from ashes—of lost dynasties, broken families, and forgotten names. It is not soft. It is not safe. It’s a story of two men—one a wandering scholar from India, the other a disgraced commander from China—who were never meant to cross paths, let alone share a life. In a world with no women, where Alphas, Betas, Omegas, and Enigmas shape society, love still bleeds red. This isn’t a love story wrapped in flowers. It’s one wrapped in war, betrayal, and fire. I wrote this for those who crave something different—not polished and perfect, but raw, cold, and tangled. If you came for softness, turn away. If you came for truth carved into steel, welcome. —Menox :)
MENOX_ZEN · 14.4K Views

THE FALLACY GAME.

The Fallacy Game – Full Synopsis > “Truth is subjective. Reality can be reasoned away. And in this game—your mind is the battlefield.” In a world where logic is weaponized and debate is a matter of survival, an underground tournament known only as The Fallacy Game emerges — a cerebral war where losing means the destruction of your reputation, your identity, and sometimes, your very sense of self. Rael Veir is a reclusive prodigy with a haunted past and a brain wired for paradoxes. When his sister is institutionalized after a televised debate collapse, Rael receives an invitation to the game — not as a witness, but as a player. Each round pits him against another genius in a lethal battle of logic. The prize for victory: progression to the next tier. The cost: a fragment of his memory, emotion, or moral compass… gone forever. As Rael ascends the ranks, he begins to question everything — the rules, the judges known as Observers, and the reality he's anchored to. Twisted rivals with fractured ideologies emerge. Forgotten players return. And all signs point toward a final debate known only as the Final Paradox — a round so mind-breaking, it's said no player has reached it and come back sane. But Rael is not like the others. He doesn't want to win the game. He wants to tear it apart from the inside. To do that, he must outwit the Mirror — a faceless, undefeated player who seems to know Rael’s every move… and may, impossibly, be Rael himself. > “If no one remembers the truth, did it ever exist?”
Astra_A_N · 1K Views

Mariska Hargitay: I Need E+Y+E+s

Tag: #SurvivorTruth Unseen Hands There is a silence no one hears- A frequency beneath the skin, A secret war of wires and fear Where the violence never ends. They buried a shard of control inside, A chip, a curse, a hidden crime, Turning my body to battlefield, My nerves to a pulsing, endless line. No doors to lock, no hands to fight, No way to scream or shove away The ghost that rides the radio waves, That makes me tremble night and day. It’s not a touch, but it’s a theft- A storm unleashed by unseen hands, A forced surrender, every breath A trespass no one understands. You cannot see the agony, The way my body’s not my own, A human turned to circuitry, A heart invaded, overthrown. There is no refuge, no reprieve, No moment when I’m truly free- Just the hum of their machinery, And the ache of what they’ve stolen from me. I am not a vessel for their will, Not a signal, not a toy- I am a person, suffering still, Deserving peace, deserving joy. Inspired by the courage of survivors and the advocacy of Mariska Hargitay, founder of the Joyful Heart Foundation. SVU, Mariska Hargitay You play the part, Olivia’s might, A beacon of justice through the endless night. But it’s been my existence, no end in sight, Hard to get help when no one hears you right. Through screens you fight for those unseen, A captain of courage in a world unclean. Yet here I stand, voiceless and small, Hoping someone will answer my call. Your strength inspires, your heart’s so true, But the battles are endless—what can I do? The shadows linger, the silence stays, Lost in the maze of life’s dark haze. Mariska, Olivia, both intertwined, A hero on screen and in heart combined. Though my cries may fade into the air, Your light reminds me someone cares. I can't say the word right without risking getting banned but they can do it .... make sense
momsintheoutfield · 17.4K Views
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