Patriots Stories

₊˚⊹♡ ⊹˚₊ ❝ तेरी मोहब्बत में जलना भी है, और तुझसे बचके ही चलना भी है... कुछ रंग अपना बदलना भी है, मैंने ढलना तेरे रंग में है सदा... ❞ ⋆｡˚ ☁︎ ˚｡⋆｡˚☽˚｡⋆ "Some loves heal. Some loves haunt. And some... refuse to die." ⋆｡˚ ☁︎ ˚｡⋆｡˚☽˚｡⋆ Major Siddharth Singh was never a good man. Not the kind poetry is written about. Not the kind mothers pray for. Not the kind women should love. He is stubborn. Ruthless. Dangerously loyal. The sort of man who would burn himself alive if duty demanded it and expect everyone else to understand even including her. ⋆｡˚ ☁︎ ˚｡⋆｡˚☽˚｡⋆ Captain Dr. Sakshi Choudhary never intended to love him. She intended to survive him. His arrogance. His recklessness. His impossible certainty that the world would bend before his will. Yet somewhere between military hospitals, field postings, unanswered calls and promises neither of them knew how to keep he became home. ⋆｡˚ ☁︎ ˚｡⋆｡˚☽˚｡⋆ Meanwhile Major Karan Rathore laughs too loudly. And Shrishti Bajwa loves too deeply. One hides every wound behind humour. The other pretends her heart is not breaking. Together they are chaos. Together they are comfort. Together they are the kind of love people envy without knowing what it cost. ⋆｡˚ ☁︎ ˚｡⋆｡˚☽˚｡⋆ But wars do not only happen at borders. Sometimes they happen inside marriages. Inside loyalty. Inside the spaces between truth and silence. And when a mission crosses into enemy territory one choice will change everything because some betrayals are real and some betrayals only look real but hearts break either way. ⋆｡˚ ☁︎ ˚｡⋆｡˚☽˚｡⋆ This is a story of duty that demanded too much. Of love that forgave too litt

He lived for his nation. She lived for his smile. Together, they discovered that love is the bravest kind of courage.❤️

In the city of Seoul , under some circumstances Taehyung divorced his husband and left him and joined the military. but destiny has other plans..... unexpected situations.... unlimited funny moments... unrequited love (maybe ).. so join our small taekook story ... top ⬆️ tae... bottom ⬇️ kookie.. don't worry I use all the members ..😉 this story is all mine..❗❗. don't try to rewrite it. all are my imagination.it has nothing to do with real characters. how much you study the description....read the story and enjoy . don't forget to comment ... The comment box is always welcome . ..give me your suggestions.. I need everyone's support .... I get inspired by@ bora95purple... I missed her so much. so I dedicate this story to her ... thank u..luv u all 💝... book cover is not mine. credit goes to respective editor

He lives in the shadows. She teaches children to trust the light. Azad the man the world fears and the nation needs believes justice isn't black or white. In his world, every truth bleeds grey. Swadheentha Verma believes the opposite. Right is right. Wrong is wrong. No shortcuts. No excuses. Their first clash is a storm. Their second is a fire. Their third... becomes something neither of them can name. He challenges her faith. She questions his methods. And in the war between duty and conscience, light and shadow collide, only to find they were never enemies at all. A love born from conflict. A bond forged in dharma.

What had happened to the ever so confident Dhani? Why wasn't she so sure of herself anymore? Dhani, a girl from a middle-class family who had woven her own dream world was now seeing it fall apart. She was too proud to accept in front of her father about how defeated she felt? He knew her as his brave daughter, she could never scramble to any situation or authority. But he knew, he knew her ordeal. How could he not? She was his extension, reflection of his self. He never felt so helpless before. This is a love story. Love in the purest of form, love between a father and a daughter, a brother and a sister, a girl and a boy, a man and a wife... A story which explores the beauty of a father and daughter relationship as it progresses. A story of love and acceptance. When you find your real love. Oh, man!!! you fall....and you fall really hard and you don't even realise what hit you? Let us embark on the journey of Dhani's life and explore the emotions and relationships along with her. #DABH #Live Hey Dreamers, Trust you and your family are staying safe during this challenging time. On another note, we know you have been eagerly waiting for this. So, here is the early arrival announcement. DABH is live on Kindle and Notionpress. I would urge you to buy the paperback from Notionpress as I am participating in a contest there (Max book sold). Online Paperback: https://notionpress.com/read/diya-aur-baati-hum EBook: https://www.amazon.in/dp/B085W9DRKK Free on Kindle Unlimited. Note: However, there will be shipping delays due to lock down in the city. XOXO

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Julian Edelman and Ashley have been dating for 3 years, they couldn't be happier but what happens when one night in a drunken state Rob Gronkowski confesses something to Ashley and they share a kiss?

This story is completely fictitious and is not linked with any of the real scenarios. The name of the neighbouring countries involved are fictitious along with the characters. The characters are unknown to each other and they were just linked by the same profession that they had. The diary describes the common scenarios that their profession shared. It connects with the citizens to help understand the importance of their profession. This diary is called THE BATTLEFIELD, the story line is all about the diary. The story is about the era of 1945. This story creates a message in the reader's mind which is not given within the lines but is given between the meaning and the feeling of the lines.

I kissed his cheek softly and grabbed his hand, but didn't say a word. If he wanted to talk, I'd be here for him. He knew that. We tried to dodge the reporters as tears streamed down his face. No comment. No comment. No comment. No comment. As we got in the car I looked at Julian softly. We started to drive. "I love you Julian," I said, squeezing his hand reassuringly. "I love you too," he said with a small smile. "LOOK OUT JULIAN!" I screamed. But it was too late. And just like that, everything was black.