He was directly referring to a woman and at the same time to the ocean. Sometimes he would mutter that there was nothing he could do. That it was too late,
Now along with my body my heart was also drenched in the rain of love that his eyes showered the moment he saw me and I also couldn’t resist myself from adoring him.
He hunted for estranged families, brought them here and left them to rot together. It was his revenge. Read story of vendetta with suspense.
It wasn’t long again before he realized how much he missed me. Just before my birthday on the third of July. We fell for one another,
Its a simple story about choosing the one who is in need of moral support and love care….rather then the one who is not even bother of others….
Every year I come to this sea shore at the same day, at the same time. I spend my day on this shore, waiting for Shreya, hoping to see her again
Our bodies are different,But You and I are one.You are in me. I am in You.Waves are nothing but water,Only the form is different,
He was nothing like the man of her dreams. But he captured her heart,tenderly and confidently,perhaps even in more strength than the man of her dreams would ever have done
It is humorous to watch the height, eagerness, and impatience in these waves. Going so fast, they trip over themselves in the heat of their rampage. Now it rolls over, tossing and turning
I gasped as I watched the mermaid cry out; her singing so heart wrenching and horrifyingly sad you could cry as tears ran down her face. I watched as she sat on a rock and held the man