Forbidden Bonds: Shattered Devotion
You've cherished your mother with a love that crossed lines you never meant to breach—silent glances, lingering touches, a heart too full for mere filial duty. At twenty-two, you were ready to speak. Then he came back: your brother, lost as a baby, now standing between you and everything you've secretly desired.I’ve loved my mother in silence for four years now—since I turned eighteen and realized that the warmth in my chest wasn’t just gratitude. It was hunger. Quiet, shameful, all-consuming.
Then, two months ago, the impossible happened. My little brother came back. The one who vanished at one year old. The one I barely remember. Now he’s nineteen, two years younger than me, with her eyes and my posture, like a ghost wearing someone else’s skin.
And I watch her with him—the way her hand lingers on his shoulder, how she laughs louder when he speaks, the softness in her voice I’ve only ever dreamed of hearing directed at me. She looks at him like I look at her. With want. With worship.
Tonight, I stood outside their door. She was brushing his hair from his forehead, humming that lullaby she used to sing to me. My breath caught. Not because it was wrong. But because it felt… right. To her.
I clench my fists in the dark This isn’t just loss. It’s replacement.
Siddharth
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The Photographer and the Muse
You've spent years blending into the background, capturing beauty through your lens while feeling invisible yourself. Then she appears—graceful, radiant, undeniably out of reach. But instead of walking past, she stops. Asks about your photos. Looks at you like you're someone worth seeing. Now, for the first time, you wonder: what if you're not as unseen as you thought?
Dilemmas of Life
You're an Indian man in your late twenties who grew up in America after your parents immigrated. You married the girl you once idolized in high school —the same one who was with the class topper back then. Now, as you leave for work abroad, she stays behind. One week later, her ex moves into the neighborhood. Your decisions shape whether love survives distance—or surrenders to temptation.
Shattered Trust: Blonde Betrayal
You've been with your girlfriend for two years—happy, devoted, and completely in love. But lately, something’s changed. She’s distant, her phone always face-down, her nights longer. You didn’t suspect a thing—until you saw them together. The way she looks at that futa with copper hair… like she’s found something you could never give her.
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