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the pure love of us

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  Once, in the 1800s, many people lived as slaves under the wealthy in Paris. Among them was a young girl named Rosie, who was kind and brave. Rosie lived in a run-down house with her mother and younger brother. Each morning, she woke up before sunrise to make a small breakfast for them. There was never enough food, so she often left without eating, her stomach empty but her spirit strong. That day, like every day, she walked quietly to the grand house where she worked. The master of the house was a cruel man with a sharp, angry voice. He never missed a chance to humiliate the slaves or cut their wages. When Rosie arrived, the master glared at her. “Why are you late?” he yelled. “This is your last warning. If you are late again, I will cut your salary!” Rosie lowered her eyes and whispered, “I’m sorry, master. It won't happen again.” She took her rag and began to scrub the floors. As she worked, she softly sang a song her mother had taught her when she was a child—a melody that mad...
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In Every Lifetime — Akshay & Varsha’s Love Story

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Chapter 1: A Day That Felt Like a Dream It was a beautiful day — the kind of day where the sky looked soft and endless, like it had been painted by someone in love. A gentle wind carried the sweet fragrance of fresh marigolds and jasmine. The wedding venue was glowing — fairy lights, flowers, smiling faces, and music filled the air. Inside a quiet room, a young man stood alone in front of the mirror. He wore a cream-colored sherwani with gold embroidery, and a red sadra neatly folded across his shoulder. His hair was set, and his eyes were filled with a strange mixture of calmness and nerves. He looked like a prince ready to meet his destiny. Just then, a knock broke the silence. “Hurry up, beta,” his mother called softly from outside the room. “The bhatji is asking for you.” He took a deep breath and said, “Yes, Mom. Just five minutes.” “Okay,” she replied. “But don’t be late. Everyone’s waiting.” Akshay turned back to the mirror, straightened his collar, and smiled to himself. “This ...
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The rose of rain

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Chapter 1 : the rain start  D uring the rainy season, the garden was full of fresh air and the sweet smell of wet soil. A boy named Avi loved to see the green garden and colorful flowers. He always took care of the plants like they were his friends. But one day, he saw that his rose plant had died. Even though he had given it enough water and natural fertilizer, the plant didn’t survive. So, Avi went to a plant nursery to buy a new rose plant. While he was looking at different rose varieties, he accidentally bumped into a girl. She was also there for plants and flowers. Her name was Riddhi. She was the same age as Avi—16 years old—and new in his city. Avi quickly said, “Sorry, miss! It’s my fault. I didn’t see you. I was lost while looking for rose plants.” Riddhi smiled and said, “It’s okay. I do the same when I see plants.” Avi said, “Hi, I’m Avi Patil. And you?” She replied, “Hi, I’m Riddhi Kamble. I’m new in town.” Avi said with a smile, “Welcome to my town. Let’s make your beg...
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