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You still haven't even found that Swara. Who knows if she even exists? Sujata questions.She does. Sanskar declares as he puts the wine glass on the table. My investigators provided me with the information that Swara is in some orphanage in Dehradun.Sanskar you have a music contract in one week, you can't just leave for Dehradun on a ghost hunt. Sujata pleads. After her death, things changed for the worse for Sanskar. He stopped going to work. He became an alcoholic. He even stopped singing which he loved the most. The only thing that he cared about was her.Watch me. I also need to know why Swara never showed up to her sister's funeral. Sanskar says as he walks out of the room. Tomorrow morning he will head to Dehradun to fulfill his 8th promise.*****A story of a promise connecting them by the strings of music ******* Sanskar a singer and an accomplished judge on the verge of destroying his own life; all because he blames himself for her death. Swara a simple girl who is happy with her life. She doesn't ask for much except to live with her music. Will those two individuals come together through their love of music in Sur Hamara. Read "Sur Hamara" to find out.…

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Multi Fandom Love story 💖💖💖💖💖Two sisters and their fate tied together, who will be their humsafars (soulmates) in this grand tale of love, connecting many fandoms and lovers together. This book is for lovers, not sas bahu masala.peep in to check it out.Fandoms contain* Raglak* Swasan* Avneil *Vitharvand many others.All fandoms are equal to me so no bashing. Story plot will not be changed to please any groups.https://drive.google.com/file/d/1MOPGjr6MtLWJiPe6udIyBF-A9EIb3qY8/view?usp=drivesdk…

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Original name A Tale of SnowTwo sisters and their fate tied together, who will be their humsafars (soulmates) in this grand tale of love, connecting many lovers together.A story that will remind you of some funny moments and connect you back to the show and the main cast and the other casts.Trailer link can't upload on YouTube:https://drive.google.com/file/d/1MSwJQX-9bbBMvoerdhojjrI62iMMLqaY/view?usp=drivesdk…

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"Loving you is a test, being with you is a trial, above all that is loyalty, which I must prove to my Lord, before I prove to you..." He was the servant of the most Merciful, an Observer, by his job. His only job was to observe...never love. Story throughout time of glory, shame, pain and...worst of all love. For the time it was better to sacrifice for God, than to vow to the devil in the desires of the heart. A sacrifice by him and by...her. A sacrifice hidden in Time...~For every scripture has two voices, the advisory and the hero, one reveals the Word. While the other twists it to shape reality. Look at the character, since the character is judged. Read every scripture with an open heart even the mind twisting ones.~__________________________________6th century Constantinople:"May Lord have mercy upon your soul son." The priest whispered as he moved on to the rest of the men and women waiting to be burned alongside me. Screams came out from everywhere. Most of them were tied to the stake for a crime they had not committed. I had no regards for my life but I watched as the priest continued praying for each of the soul. What is left to pray when in ignorance you let the innocent burn. I looked up to the sky in question; is this what you have asked from me, my creator. But if I have disobeyed you today I will ask for forgiveness.I kept my eyes open as the crowd continued to throw rocks at me. I was still hoping for a glimpse of her. But I knew she won't return, she had left for good. They say love can make you do anything and my mistake was that I left my duty and lost myself to her. Never will I let another girl like Myra become a part of me and let that feeling destroy me. "Myra why!" I screamed as I am consumed by the flames set upon me.…

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The moment I was born as a girl in this world, my fate had ripped me into pieces for others to chose it for me. My childhood till my marriage I was in guidance of my father. My father loved me....but if it would have ever come to his honor, he would have happily killed me with the same hands he picked me up for the first time and silence my voice which called him Baba. But that's alright....honor is more important...right.The second piece of my life was tied to my husband. I was told, if your husband loves you and takes care of you, for a girl that is enough. But do I love my husband...does that even matter? Maybe in time I may fall in love, if love was even real to begin with...but will he give me the time to understand me, or like a man claim his right on me. Does it even matter if I don't want to give myself to him...or does he have the right to take everything because he owns me now. He has married me and has become my owner. He has the right to love me....or to hurt me... Just because I am a girl... Then there was my heart who fell in love with my childhood friend. I never thought my own heart would betray me...I knew I never had my own choice, yet I fell in love with a boy who was a sudra....for he is the only one in my world who showed me respect above all else. It terms of status he was below me...but in terms of giving he was above me...he was never mine but fate had ripped a piece of me and tied it to him...For now here I lie between life and death...finally my fate had shown me some love, for maybe it is time for death to take its final piece, and set me free. But I feel the pull from someone still tied to me.*************************Sometimes some relationships mean more to us than those with a name. However, when society asks you what is the relationship you have with this person, that's when we question our hearts, if all relationships need a name. Even those that are tied by the heart.…