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When love isn't the end... what is?Sana was fire-free-spirited, fearless, full of dreams. Ajay was silent, calm, composed, bound by expectations. Their connection was instant. Their bond, undeniable. But sometimes, love arrives at the wrong time-or under the wrong conditions.
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"First love is hard to forget and impossible to let go of." Always Yours is a magical love story and fairy tale truly lived. Some unfulfilling wishes give hope, battling social stereotypes, where destiny plays an important role. It can bring people together or tear them apart.
Let them discover how the world works in their own little ways.
When we give them the freedom to make small, safe choices in the warmth of our love,
they begin to trust the voice inside them.
And in that gentle trust, the first seeds of confidence take root—
growing into the wings that will one day carry them far.
It’s Ok to Say No…
“Live your life for you, not for anyone else. Don’t let the fear of being judged, rejected or disliked stop you from being yourself”“No”...
Are you an Option or a Priority in a Relationship?
You’re not a priority if you’re an option,You are a percentage.A percentage of that other person’s time and effort.Sometimes in a relationship you are...
When Silence speaks…
"My silence means I am too tired of explaining how I feel, too drained to keep repeating what I want, and unwilling to argue...
From Playground Worries to Adult Anxieties
A Comprehensive Guide ... In the hustle and bustle of life, where time moves at an unrelenting pace, there exists a constant companion that...
Is AI Quietly Replacing Parents?
There was a time — not too long ago —when a child would come back from school, throw the bag somewhere in the house,and...
When Scolding Hurts More Than It Helps
We often believe scolding corrects behaviour, but sometimes it quietly breaks the bond we’re trying to build. Children don’t misbehave to challenge us — they act out to express what they can’t say.
Unpacking Emotional Baggage
We all carry something.A memory we rarely speak of.A wound we hide behind laughter.A version of ourselves we’ve quietly outgrown.Some of us carry heartbreaks...
