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  • “Unveiling Love’s Symphony”

    “Unveiling Love’s Symphony”

    Title: “Unveiling Love’s Symphony”

    Once upon a time, in a world where fame and love intertwined, there lived a young woman named Lily. She was an ardent fan of Jun, a renowned singer in the music industry. Little did she know that fate had a different plan for her—a plan that involved an arranged marriage with her idol.

    Lily, being sensible and considerate, chose not to reveal her deep adoration for Jun. She believed that confessing her fangirl status would make him uncomfortable. Jun, on the other hand, misunderstood Lily’s intentions, thinking that she had married him for financial gain. The seeds of resentment grew in his heart, while Lily’s true feelings remained hidden.

    Despite Jun’s initial contempt for Lily, she protected him from any danger that came his way. However, he remained oblivious to her selfless acts. Unbeknownst to both of them, Lily secured a job as an assistant director in Jun’s company. The twist of fate brought them closer, but Jun’s anger and disdain intensified upon discovering that Lily was working for him.

    The members of Jun’s band also grew to despise Lily, influenced by his negative perception of her. Unbeknownst to them, Lily never revealed their relationship to anyone, respecting Jun’s desire to keep their marriage a secret. One fateful day, Lily overheard Jun making hateful comments about her to his bandmates. Her heart shattered into pieces, tears welled up in her eyes.

    Unable to bear the pain, Lily chose not to confront Jun in front of others. She continued working diligently on his music video, her heart aching with each passing moment. At night, when they returned home, Jun intended to initiate a conversation. However, before he could utter a word, Lily made a surprising request—she wanted a divorce.

    For the first time, Jun felt genuine shock, unable to comprehend that Lily was willing to end their marriage. In the following days, they officially divorced, leaving their shared secret concealed from the world. Jun feared that Lily would expose their past, jeopardizing his career. However, months turned into years, and nothing happened.

    After five years, Jun returned to his hometown and noticed his sister, Mompy, acting strangely towards him. Curiosity took hold, and he confronted her. Mompy avoided the conversation until one night, Jun overheard her speaking on the phone. Determined to discover the truth, he followed her to a café, where he witnessed an unexpected meeting—Mompy was meeting Lily, accompanied by two children.

    The revelation shattered Jun’s world, and anger burned within him. How could his sister betray him? He unleashed a torrent of hurtful words upon her, accusing her of deceit. But Mompy, unable to bear the weight of the secret any longer, unleashed her own pain. She confessed that Lily had always been Jun’s biggest fan, supporting him anonymously throughout his career.

    Mompy revealed that Lily had organized Jun’s band concert when no one knew who they were. Lily had been Jun’s support system, yet she never revealed her true identity. The divorce was not due to infidelity but because Lily overheard Jun expressing his unhappiness in the dressing room. Lily wanted Jun to find happiness, even if it meant sacrificing her own.

    During their divorce, Lily had been pregnant, but she kept it a secret to protect Jun. She didn’t want him burdened by a family he never desired. Jun’s tears flowed freely, realizing the magnitude of his mistakes. He longed to find Lily and beg for forgiveness, to apologize for the pain he had caused.

    Jun raced to Lily’s home, ringing the bell with urgency. When Lily opened the door, shock registered on her face. Jun embraced her, tears streaming down his cheeks

    as he begged for forgiveness. Throughout the night, they had a heartfelt conversation, unearthing the depths of their love and the miscommunication that had plagued them.

    The next morning, Jun woke up and met his children for the first time. Overwhelmed with emotions, he spent precious moments bonding with them. Jun introduced Lily to his friends and bandmates the following week, shocking them with the truth they had kept hidden for so long. Jun publicly apologized to his fans for concealing his private life, requesting their support for their marriage.

    In the end, Jun and Lily returned to their old apartment, now with their children, beginning their happily ever after. Love’s symphony had finally unfolded, bringing them the understanding, forgiveness, and acceptance they had longed for. And as their shared journey continued, they vowed to cherish each other and nurture their love, for it had weathered the storms and emerged stronger than ever before.

    By Avilika

  • Lovin’ You Was A losin’ Game

    Lovin’ You Was A losin’ Game

    ❝What a plot twist you were.❞

    ~ Anonymous

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    DRACO

    Loving someone is one of the most vulnerable positions you can be. You open your heart to another person, and your best wish is for him or her to love you in return. Unfortunately, life is not a Nicholas Sparks movie; love isn’t always reciprocated, and it doesn’t always end in a happy life ever after. I had to learn this hard truth, and chances are, you’re reading this because you have, too. Sometimes, love isn’t a feeling you force upon yourself; it just happens. When you spend more time with another human being, you expose…

    I never wanted to leave her alone, but it was late, and the graveyard gates were about to be closed.

    You see, I had a girlfriend; yes, I did. Nesta. You know what does it mean. Pure.

    Don’t go yet

    Just listen to me

    for just five minutes, okay?

    I know your time is precious but

    I need someone.

    Hope you are still listening.

    I don’t know if you are but

    I will sit here in the dark

    and pore my heart out

    pretending you are still here

    even if you left

    I won’t know

    why?

    Because as I said

    it’s dark.

    So, where was I? Ya, pure, her name meant pure, just like her soul.

    Nesta, my best friend and my soulmate, was the most beautiful girl I’d ever laid eyes on. Her delicate figure sat well on her wafer-thin body. She had a perfect waist, and her complexion had an impeccable, radiant hue. Her pencil-thin eyebrows eased down gently to her black eyelashes. A sculptor could not have fashioned her ears and nose any better. Her Platinum Blonde hair stretched down her hips, which swayed around teasingly as she walked; spools of it plunged around her photogenic face and hid her elegant and smooth neck. Her light, radiant skin glowed ever so softly, with those kissable lips stained the color of love.

    Her beguiling, oyster-white teeth lit up the room when she broke into a smile. It could jolt you like an electric current when that megawatt smile gave you her full attention. I loved her nebulous, dark-green eyes, which sparkled with delight. They were like two beryl-green jewels melted onto the snow. It surprised me that they were plump as she had a demure, timorous personality. Her voguish clothes still kept captive an aroma redolent of lavender. It lingered around me every time she was near, and I still remember her sweet smell; that was the best aroma my nostrils ever came in contact with.

    I proposed to her on this day a year ago. On a random day, she challenged me to spend a day without her, no messages, no calls, nothing. What do I get in return? I know the question is bugging you. Be patient; I am coming to that. She will love me forever if I passed it, she had said, and I agreed because I couldn’t resist those puppy dog eyes she made. They were just too cute to say no to.

    The next day we didn’t exchange any words. It was difficult, but I wanted her to be happy. What I didn’t know……

    Sorry for the tears, but there seems to be a water tank overflowing inside me that never seems to stop leaking out of my eyes. (Pained laugh)

    What I didn’t know was she was living the last twenty-four hours of her life. You see, she had a brain tumor, a deadly disease. Anyways, I went to see her as soon as I was up for the next day.

    “I did it,” I shouted to her, but she didn’t respond. How could she? She was lying in a coffin with a note clutched in her fist. You know what was written inside

    “You did it, baby, keep doing it every day I love you, Drake.” And then *BAM* the reality came toppling over me. She had left me forever and ever. She had turned her back on me to never turn back around. That idiot. But you know what? She still lives in my dreams, and I still love her…….

    THE END

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    Saw this as a poem somewhere and wanted to create my version, so here you go…

  • In DARK

    In DARK

    I felt it again tonight. Why is it that I am not repelled of a touch that feels anything but humane? Why is it that I wish never to lose the feeling of being touched by a dark, gloomy sensation that haunts me every night? I let him haunt me. I wish he haunts me for eternity.

    Maybe it’s not unknown, maybe I know who it is. Of course I do know it is him. Within that cold unrelenting embrace that almost brings me to the verge of death every day, there is something heart wrenchingly beautiful about it all! He comes back every day to me for me, he crosses the realm of the dead for me. Everything that seems impossible, he does, for me. Is it my imagination that he comes back or is it the phantom of my guilt that washes over me everytime I wake up in the morning? I wish I knew the answer to all that.

     I opened my eyes to let the brightness of the new day sink in. I hate the sun nowadays. It brought me back to the mundane reality which I hated more than my own reflection in the mirror. It’s been a month since my ex died. To be honest he was never simply an ex, he was my everything, he was my first love. We were both orphans of the same orphanage. It was like we were destined to be together. I loved him naturally, our relationship was out of the world. It seemed like the world conspired against us because we were so perfect.you see nothing beautiful and pure in this world remained the way it is. It is tainted, may it be blood or sorrow, darkness brings the end of purity, sprouting experience within. I was blind in my love for him. I had faith that was unmatched. I worshipped him. He was a senior, around two years older than me. My love was of a maniac kind. I wished to be with him every moment. It felt hard to breathe whenever he wasn’t with me. 

    He graduated high school before me and left for college and moved out of the orphanage. I tried to be supportive and cheered him on. He was indeed a great and bright student of sorts. I wished the best for him but I hated the fact that he left me alone in the school. I slowly fell into a delirium of doubts and suspicion. One day I called him and I heard whispers in the background, female ones. I calmly talked and went back home. That was the day I started keeping tabs on him. Whatever he did, wherever he went,I wished to know it all. 

    He was a clueless one indeed. He didn’t notice me at all. I skipped school to follow him around. Just being in his presence felt nice. Until one day, I saw him go into an infamous love hotel with a girl. He looked smug and was smiling. My idea of him was shattered. I wished I could tell him how hurt I felt. I stood there for awhile and moved. He had to be punished for his infidelity. I confronted him that day and broke things off with him. He was beyond ashamed but I didn’t back down. He left without even saying goodbye. The problem with him was that he never really gave me his whole heart.

    I had always wished for it. He thought he had cut things off with me but you see, he had unleashed something far worse. In a few days of time just like a reformed rake he came back to me begging for forgiveness. This time, I wished for him to stay. This time,forever. So I took him to my bedroom and asked for his phone. He simple mindedly handed it over to me. I had made my bedroom in a fortress by then. I locked the door behind me and watched him bang on the door for hours. He screamed a lot. Called for help and opened the window which had been shut by wooden plaques, it only came out as a muffled cry which could easily be discarded as a cat. A few people called me inquiring about him and I said he had left long ago. Days passed. I planted alibis on his usual path so that the police can never doubt an innocent girl like me. In this world, you can even buy alibis with money. Soon a search began..

    As we had broken up a few months and three alibis had told the officials that I was with them during the time. I wasn’t at home at all. They just called me in for a routine interrogation after someone filed a missing complaint and let me off. Of course the man was promiscuous and had many women alongside me. I came back home satisfied, thinking that I owned him.I was pleased, my mania was pleased. This went on for a month. I did not bring him food. I wished to punish him thoroughly. One day, I heard nothing more than silence from that room. I opened to see a sickly lifeless body, lying with eyes wide open. He had died. I kept the body in. I preserved it in ice and had it stored away. Now his body rested in a trunk inside my bed. I needed a better way to preserve him. Only ice wouldn’t do.

    It was a calming feeling. I embalmed him myself, and preserved him in honey. It cost me a fortune but yes, I had him inside my bed. Every night now, he came back to me,crawling up from inside and placing his hand on me. It’s a dark cold touch which I can’t break free from. I wish not to. My life goes on as I have stopped going outside. I wish to stay in this room, where time seems to have stopped and Thanatos seems to have taken over. I wish for his touch to be eternal. I wish it to kill me someday, so we can rot away together like we were destined to be. I wish for this to stay forever. I wish to walk alone in my bedroom and remember the good times we had on that bed under which he rests. I laugh as that dark entity brings its hand around my neck again. I laugh as it adores me at a chokehold. I laugh as all light leaves my body.

  • Memories

    Memories

    I was rummaging through the drawers of my closet looking for that picture frame, that picture I so dearly admired of my father, but to no avail. I sat disappointed in vain, with tears strolling down my cheeks. I couldn’t find it! I was depressed, sad and very angry with the situation I had landed into with the twist of fate.

    I am Andy, a famous singer and rapper in the States. On the outside, my life looks picture perfect, but like everyone else I have had my fair share of unfortunate events. First, I lost my mother at the age of four due to cancer, and now I have lost my father as well at the ripe age of twenty. Where families go on trips together and enjoy life with their teenage kids, I have lost my parents. He was my only supporting anchor after the loss of my mother, but now he is gone as well. It feels like my life is slipping off my hands. I have been on a break for two months now. Life seems to have come to a stop. I have not stepped out of my house even once. People talk about me, my loss, about how unfortunate I am. There is news about me everywhere and I do not want to face a single soul. My doorbell has rung for the twentieth time today, but I won’t get up. I won’t open the doors. I know it’s Stacy, my childhood best friend, but I don’t want to talk to a single soul. I closed my eyes in despair, losing myself back, to all those beautiful memories with my father. Running along the beach with nothing but my swimming trunks on, shouting at the top of my lungs and having fun. Enjoying the cool sea breeze hitting on my face. It’s a Sunday those few days when I get to meet him and take a break from that boarding school. He is my comfort place. His hearty laugh continues to ring in my ears. Another ring; I instantly opened my eyes and came hitting the brutal reality of my being. What a loss!

    I slowly got up, walked towards my door and flung it open. I shouted frustrated, ‘What is it, Stacy! Can you not see I am ignoring the doorbells?’ Then, suddenly a smack landed across my head! It was Stacy, she smacked me so hard my head hurts now. I looked at her in shock while she had tears brimming down her eyes. She exclaimed, ‘What is wrong with you! Why wouldn’t you open the door!’ She tried to get in, but I denied her entry I couldn’t face her right now. I felt like a loser, staying cooped up in my apartment unable to face the brutal reality of life. She nodded her head, scanned my face and sighed she said,’ Andy take a break, go out go to your favourite places and have a calming walk. Connect with nature. Stop being cooped up in this apartment of yours. You are not taking yourself anywhere your life will slip out of your hands at this rate.’ She then quickly swiped the remaining tears from her eyes and then started rummaging through her bag. She then popped out a black mask, a black cap along with a black jacket from her ever-so-glorious backpack. Shocked I asked her, ‘Whose murder do you expect me to commit?’ She just rolled her eyes and told me that it was so that I could conceal my identity and move around the city without gaining attention. I suggested,’ I would look like a stalker with that all-black look’, to which she just landed me a stern look and directed me to wear it with a nod of her head. I complied. Once I was all ready she told me to make sure I got out of the house and take some fresh air, giving me a mint she turned on her heels and walked out of my place. Exactly! What I needed to begin stepping out of the house; was some courage. After collecting my wallet and wearing my shoes I walked out of that apartment. I looked up in the sky, it was cloudy and pleasant opposite to the mood I had. Thinking to myself how sad my life is I dragged myself through the pavements of the city. After around half an hour of aimless walking, I entered a sketchy area. Things seem in a bad condition there. When I further galavanted inside, I realized I was in a poor neighbourhood. It looked like it was in ruins, the sheds were falling off, the houses were ill-kept and none of the houses had any boundary walls. I looked in the direction of one house there was one boy outside with a dog he was playing with a puppy. I stopped in my tracks and continued looking at him; I don’t know what got into me, but I started walking towards him and knocked on that barely hanging door to make them aware of my presence. The boy looked up with his puppy also doing so in the process. After scanning my entire body the boy announced in a deep voice,’ You don’t seem like you belong to this neighbourhood, why are you here?’

    I didn’t answer him, instead, I questioned him if I could sit beside him, he paused lost in thought for a few seconds but then nodded his head. He then continued to pet the puppy. After a few minutes or so, he looked at me and said,’ You seem upset.’ I nodded then, after a pause, the words began to flow out of me. I told him how I had lost my father and how much I cherished him. How I felt worthless and lonely. The boy nodded turning all his attention towards me, whispering he said,’ I understand.’ Anger shot through me, and in a clipped tone I asked, ‘What makes you think you understand me? I don’t think you have gone through what I have.’I was ignorant. He very calmly looked at me, then with a tilt of his head with his messy hair falling on his forehead he said, ‘While I may not have gone through what you exactly went through, however, I understand the feeling of loss and losing your loved one.’ He took a deep breath and then continued,’ I lost both my parents in an accident and my uncle took all my property that didn’t upset me or deter me, but then he severed all ties with me and didn’t let me enter my house or collect my belongings. For quite a while, I fought for my rights in court, but it was all in vain. My uncle was too powerful and I lost the case. I came to terms with the reality and moved to this neighbourhood.’ He explained how he feels the loss of his parents, the loss of his previous life and it hurts till now, but he has moved on with his life. I looked at him deep in thought, realizing I am not the only one who faces loss in this world, a reality that I always knew. However, it never hit me as deeply as it did today. He looked up in the sky and said what a beautiful day it is today; I simply agreed with the shake of my head. Then he looked me in the eyes and said,’ You didn’t answer my previous question.’ I swallowed saying,’ I was just wandering around and ended up here.’ He nodded again. Suddenly I felt something sniffing my hand when I looked towards my hands I realized it was the puppy, a small smile came on my lips once in a long time and I just petted the little animal happy to be out of my misery for a while. The boy then remarked,’ You know what? You must be grateful for your life and not dwell in sadness.’ He said,’ You will forever feel the loss and the void but don’t stop with your life. Continue working and putting your mind elsewhere instead of closing yourself off from the world.Face the world.’ I looked at him suspiciously and asked.’Do you know me?’ He nodded and told me how I am a famous personality and everybody knows me, so it is obvious for him to know me. I nodded in approval. He then took a deep breath and sighed he stood up, dusted his pants and put his hand in his pockets.He then asked, ‘Do you want to come in for coffee?’ I was about to say no, but then I wanted to talk to him more and nodded my head in affirmation. We walked inside the house. Inside the house, there was a cosy place, very different and opposite to how it looked on the outside.Nonetheless, I comfortably sat on the chair near a table facing the boy’s kitchen and continued to look around until a thought came up in my brain.I asked the boy if he had any memories of his parents, and he shook his head and told me he lost it all his uncle was too cruel, he locked away his house and stopped his employment at Big firms did he let him retrieve any of his belongings although he begged for it. After a pause, he poured the coffee and brought it to me, sitting in front of me he told that he had stopped caring for his memories are far better and more intact. I nodded understanding, I had a faint flicker of sympathy in my heart but assumed that he wouldn’t want any just like I didn’t. I then asked him how he survives in such a slum considering his background.He then explained how he had to live by doing menial jobs and living a little better off than the rest of the neighbourhood with some extra income. We conversed about many other things, our lives and experiences.After a few hours, I looked outside and commented that it had begun to get dark. He nodded and told me I should get out of the slum early as it gets dangerous at night. Instantly, I stood up with my hands in my pocket and shook hands with him. Just before I was about to get out of his house, I turned and said you didn’t tell me your name he shook his head smiling and said if we meet ever again I would tell you then, I looked at him, nodded and walked out of the place. While walking back to my apartment with my hands in my pocket I looked up in the sky with a smile playing on my lips for suddenly I was grateful about life. Not because I was better off than others but because I suddenly realized the importance of letting go and being grateful for what I have. Slowly I felt the weight of things falling off my chest and felt lighter. That night I had a sound sleep. The next day, I sent my thanks to Stacy for her suggestion and apologized for my behaviour toward her. In subsequent days I started visiting the boy often, now I know his name, it’s Steve and within no time he has become a nice friend to me. Yesterday, I offered him a job as my manager and he has very happily accepted the offer. He will now continue to live with me. Nowadays, I feel better, happier and lighter with the change of perspective and environment my heart feels lighter. I look at the sky more and smile more. I pray for my parents each night and aim to work more hard in my life for I must not lose this life. Our life is the most precious thing gifted to us by god and we mustn’t waste it by being ungrateful instead, when problems and failures hit in life know you should stand up again and fight back for fighting back is more important than anything. Do not let life direct you; you direct your life.