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Smart digitizing is revolutionizing the embroidery industry by streamlining production and enhancing design quality. Thread Logic refers to the strategic planning of stitch paths, color changes, and machine movements during the digitizing process. By leveraging advanced algorithms and design software, smart digitizing ensures that stitches are placed efficiently, thread trims are minimized, and machine stops are reduced.

This intelligent approach not only speeds up the embroidery process but also improves consistency and accuracy. Designs flow more naturally, with fewer interruptions, reducing wear on machinery and saving valuable production time. Whether it's for complex logos or intricate patterns, Thread Logic helps embroidery professionals deliver cleaner results, lower production costs, and boost overall efficiency.
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BOUND BY FATE ni abbyywrites123
76 mga parte Kumpleto Mature
READ BOUND BY FIRE PART 1 OF THIS SERIES BFRE CONTINUING PLEASE!! She was never meant to be his. Yet from the moment Aarav Raichand laid eyes on her-fierce, untamed, heartbreakingly defiant..he knew. Knew she was his to protect, his to possess, his to destroy if it came to that. No matter how much blood it took, how many lies he had to weave, or how deeply he had to bury the truth behind his midnight sins-Abhira Aarav Raichand would belong to him. Even if she hated him for it. Even if the world turned against them. Even if fate itself demanded a price. Because obsession was not love. It was deeper. Darker. Unrelenting. And Aarav Raichand? He never let go. Not of what was his. Not of her. Especially not when destiny tried to rip her away. Because some love stories weren't written in stars... They were etched in blood. And bound by fate. Thousands of miles away, hidden beneath grey London skies, she lived in the shadows of what once was. Abhira Raichand-though no one called her that here-woke each morning with the ache of a name she could no longer speak. Her heart beat for a man who believed she was dead. A man who would burn the world to find her, if only he knew she still breathed. Every laugh from Krish held pieces of Aarav's fire. Every tear Parvati wiped away mirrored his tenderness. They didn't know the man who ruled their blood, the storm behind their existence. But Abhira saw him in them-every moment, every breath, every heartbeat. She waited. Not foolishly, but faithfully. Not for forgiveness. Not for absolution. But for him. Because even in silence, even through oceans, something in her still believed: Aarav Raichand would come for her. He had to. Because fate wasn't done with them yet. Not when their love had already rewritten destiny.
Till Old And Grey  ✓ ni cupidflakes_8
54 mga parte Kumpleto Mature
"Hey, baby?" I smile cheekily, grabbing Shreyan's attention and the girl beside him. He facepalms and looks at me, "Avyuktha?" "You look handsome, boyfriend." I wink at him and look at the girl beside him. "I'm sorry to say this. He's taken. We have engaged already." She nods pursing her lips and stands up. "All yours," she takes the seat across from Shreyan. I sit beside him and loop my arm around his. "I'm Avyuktha, Shreyan's lover since kindergarten. We are gonna marry soon." I tell her but I don't see any discomfort in him. Even the girl is just enjoying us. To spice up things, I add looking at him, "It's been so long since we have had our time." "Uh-huh?!" he smirks, "Let's go to my house then." Blood rushes to my cheeks. God! How could he just talk to me like this when the girl he is gonna marry is in front of him? I turn to the girl and smile, "He's just being desperate since it's been so long." I lean in front and say something I haven't ever expected to say, "As we are gonna become parents." Her eyes widen and I look at Shreyan. He is looking at me shocked. My plan working. The girl leans in front, "That's great news. How many months?" she asks. I look at Shreyan. He says, "It's three months." Man! he is being comfortable again. I'm gonna embarrass him to death today. No matter what!! I scoot closer and he takes deep breaths looking away, rolling his eyes in slow motion. "Baby, who is she?" "My sister," he says. I nod. "Hi, sister-in-law," she waves at me and looks at my stomach. "How is my niece?" "Your niece is healthy, Riya," Shreyansh winks. "She will be beautiful since her mother is, too." *************************************** Cheerful girl and a broody guy! Dreaming princess and a practical prince! Innocent angel and a cocky bastard! Avyuktha and Shreyan! Poles apart but hearts are close! Insights of the future are different but the destination is intertwined. ...Til Old And Grey
His Home, Her Healer  ni Fictional_7
15 parte Ongoing
His Home. Her Healer. Abhiram He was only seven when life abandoned him. Too young to understand, too broken to resist, he was left with nothing but silence. For years he waited, hoping the family who left him behind would return. They never did. Hope slowly died, leaving scars he buried beneath a mask of cheer. The world saw his laughter, but no one saw the emptiness within. And then came her... Sitara. She was everything he was not...cherished, adored, the very heartbeat of her family and friends. Born into love, she carried sunshine in her smile and strength in her spirit. She could endure pain with grace, yet protect fiercely when it came to the people she loved. Where Abhiram carried silence, Sitara carried light. Where he hid his wounds, she poured love. When their worlds collided, friendship blossomed into something deeper. To Abhiram, Sitara became the home he had been searching for all his life. She was warmth, belonging, and the family he never knew. Like her name, she shone in his darkness, a star he never wanted to lose. Together, they promised forever. But promises can break. One day, without a word, Abhiram disappeared leaving Sitara shattered, drowning in unanswered questions, staring at dreams turned to dust. Years passed. Fate, relentless and unyielding, brought them face-to-face again. But time had changed them both. Now it was his turn to fight...for her trust, for her love, for the healing she desperately needed. Two hearts scarred by time. Two souls bound by love. Would destiny give them a second chance or tear them apart again? Because sometimes, home is not a place but a person. And sometimes, the only true healer... is love. . . Peek into the story to witness love, pain, and healing......
Broken Without You (COMPLETED) ni anima_sola_6
84 mga parte Kumpleto
"Neither I am leaving you nor this place...samjhe??" saying I fisted his collar even more tighter and pulled him close to me. He was not even ready to look at me. His head was bowed down hiding his eyes...those deep eyes that never failed to speak his unsaid words and convey his unexpressed emotions Leaning my forehead against his I cried "I don't want to go please...please don't do this to me I can't live without you...I can't leave you" Though I cried like crazy he didn't react at all....he was standing all silent like an emotionless stone Why the hell he is not speaking at all?? His silence is killing me... Unable to bear the pain of my heart I just tossed my arms around his neck... hugged him tight and buried my face in the crook of his neck.... My heart was bleeding and was oozing out the pain through my eyes in terms of unshed pools of tears... His neck was wet with my tears...then to he didn't react...he didn't hug me back... No this can't be true...never He is not my Angry Bird who always holds me in his arms... He is not my Aladdin who loves his Jasmine❤ I stuffed my face more into his neck and let my sobs go louder only to reach his cold heart And the next second he jerked off my hands and yelled "This is what we decided...and I am a man of my words...So better you leave my place and get back to yours" And finally he lifted his head and my teary eyes met his red shot ones "Just take your belongings and leave" Announcing this he stormed off the room with a loud thud on the door Hearing those words I was shattered... But I had to do it for him..for my angry bird ************** He is a loner scared of love She is a healer full of love What happens when Arjun and Sona are married for a cause?? Will Aladdin realise his love for Jasmine?? Will Sona heal the broken Arjun??
Threads And Stitches  ni cupidflakes_8
31 parte Ongoing
Is love a thread or merely a stitch? Is love the deep and unbroken connection that sustains over time like a thread or a temporary hold as a stitch? ***** Some love stories are written in fire. Theirs was stitched in silence, frayed at the edges, tangled in pride, yet never truly torn apart. Vibha is the thread, steady and strong, carrying the weight of her dreams and the hopes of everyone who looks up to her. She moves through life with grace and purpose, always holding things together even when it's hard. Bhadri is the stitch. Sometimes loose. Sometimes tight. Never perfect. He wanders in and out of moments, sometimes careless, sometimes forgetful, but never unwilling to try again. She's the girl who shows up for everything and he's the boy who runs late even to his own life. She loves him like a strong thread. Not for what he could become but for who he already was beneath the clutter of his lazy world. For the heart that stitched every cut it caused slowly, sincerely. Bhadri never loved in grand gestures. He stitched. With a hand-written note slipped under her door. With her favourite tea brought to her after a long day. With the way he sat beside her, without a word, when she needed silence more than solutions. Their love story is not smooth or flawless. It's a delicate dance between holding on and healing, between breaking and binding. Because real love isn't just the endless thread that lasts. It's also the stitches. Small acts of care, quiet repairs made over and over again, the promise to stay even when things unravel. She was the thread that kept them from falling apart. He was the stitch that tried to make it whole again, every single time. This is not a perfect love story. It's a fragile one. A real one. Of threads broken, and stitches made. In between these threads and stitches, Vibha and Bhadri find their love-imperfect, enduring, and deeply theirs. ****** •South-Indian story. •May contain grammatical mistakes. •Mature content.
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76 mga parte Kumpleto Mature

READ BOUND BY FIRE PART 1 OF THIS SERIES BFRE CONTINUING PLEASE!! She was never meant to be his. Yet from the moment Aarav Raichand laid eyes on her-fierce, untamed, heartbreakingly defiant..he knew. Knew she was his to protect, his to possess, his to destroy if it came to that. No matter how much blood it took, how many lies he had to weave, or how deeply he had to bury the truth behind his midnight sins-Abhira Aarav Raichand would belong to him. Even if she hated him for it. Even if the world turned against them. Even if fate itself demanded a price. Because obsession was not love. It was deeper. Darker. Unrelenting. And Aarav Raichand? He never let go. Not of what was his. Not of her. Especially not when destiny tried to rip her away. Because some love stories weren't written in stars... They were etched in blood. And bound by fate. Thousands of miles away, hidden beneath grey London skies, she lived in the shadows of what once was. Abhira Raichand-though no one called her that here-woke each morning with the ache of a name she could no longer speak. Her heart beat for a man who believed she was dead. A man who would burn the world to find her, if only he knew she still breathed. Every laugh from Krish held pieces of Aarav's fire. Every tear Parvati wiped away mirrored his tenderness. They didn't know the man who ruled their blood, the storm behind their existence. But Abhira saw him in them-every moment, every breath, every heartbeat. She waited. Not foolishly, but faithfully. Not for forgiveness. Not for absolution. But for him. Because even in silence, even through oceans, something in her still believed: Aarav Raichand would come for her. He had to. Because fate wasn't done with them yet. Not when their love had already rewritten destiny.