4 Works by FableAndFoe
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A fanfic
- Language:
- British Sign Language
- Words:
- 187
- Chapters:
- 1/1
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Rudra ne uske itne kareeb ho kar bhi uska chehra sirf dekha; uske baalon se pani ki boonden gir rahi thi, aur haveli ki deewarein jaise unki saans se gungunane lagi thi. “Kyun karta hoon? Kyunki tu bhagti hai… or main dewana hoon tera.”
Usne haath uske galle ke paas laya, lekin chuha nahi; sirf us haar ko dekha jo abhi tak adhoora latka hua tha. “Yeh bhi adhoora hai… jaise tu.”
Paro ne aankhen chura kar kaha, “Main poori hoon. Mujhe kisi ki zarurat nahi.”
“Zarurat nahi?” Rudra ne halke se hans kar kaha, “Toh phir meri har aahat pe kyun ruk jaati hai tu? Har baar main paas aata hoon, toh yeh saans kyun bhar jaati hai teri?”
Paro ne palak jhuki; usne mooh pher liya, lekin kadam nahi hile. Uski awaaz ab halki thi, par tooti nahi, “Yeh haveli bohot badi hai… lekin aap har kone mein hote ho.”
Rudra ne uske paas se guzarte hue dheere se kaha, “Toh phir chhoti kar lein? Ek kamra, jahan sirf main hoon… or tu.”
Uske lafz uske kaan ke itne kareeb the ke Paro ka jism kaanp gaya. “Aap pagal hain,” usne keh toh diya, lekin awaaz mein nafrat se zyada sharmaahat thi.
“Pagal hoon,” Rudra ne tasleem kiya; “aur tu meri pagal pan ki wajah hai.”
- Language:
- हिन्दी
- Words:
- 1,301
- Chapters:
- 2/50
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She was there, as she always was, kneeling before the altar. The pale fabric of her wimple framed a face so pure it seemed untouched by the corrupting hand of the city outside. Her lips moved in silent prayer, her delicate hands clasped tightly as though she could hold heaven itself in her grasp.
He stepped forward, his polished boots clicking against the stone floor. The sound broke the stillness like a gunshot, and she turned, startled. Her wide, innocent eyes met his, and he saw a flicker of fear—a spark that only fanned the flames of his desire.
“Forgive my intrusion,” he said, his deep voice tinged with the clipped precision of the upper class. “I couldn’t help but be drawn in by the sound of your prayers. Such devotion is... captivating.”
She rose quickly, clutching her rosary as though it might shield her from the intensity of his gaze. “Mr. Hatgrave, this is a house of God. You shouldn’t—”
“Ah, but my dear,” he interrupted, stepping closer, “is not God’s creation meant to be admired?” His gloved hand reached out, brushing a strand of her hair that had escaped its confines. “And you, Sister, are a masterpiece.”
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"I''d never fall out of love with you i don't care if you call me simply grateful or a liar " Lola is a 20y/o just living her best life and wishing for a prince charming of her own, " i always thought that it was weird of so many people to be praying to god as if he would listen ." Suprisingly he listened and now lola had to deal with the charismatic 35 y/o Elizabeth Richardson with her hazy blue eyes and sweet talk crashing into the still waves of her mind and causing turbulances.
- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 46
- Chapters:
- 1/1
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