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Arz kiya hai

Bit of makeup is like garnishing on a tasty dish.... you love food so now maybe you can relate..
Hm par mujhe ata ni h upar se lazy hu koshish bhi nhi karti hu or makeup mujhe jachta ta nhi or ajeeb baat ye h use mujhe logo k age comfortable ni lagta h saram ata h haha ..simple hi thk lagti hu .thoda bas skin care hi thik h karna wo karungi sochti hu
 
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Hm par mujhe ata ni h upar se lazy hu koshish bhi nhi karti hu or makeup mujhe jachta ta nhi or ajeeb baat ye h use mujhe logo k age comfortable lagta h saram ata h haha ..simple hi thk lagti hu .thoda bas skin care hi thik h karna wo karungi sochti hu
You are pretty as you are... skin care please do that also eat healthy and keep smiling always...
 
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@MrDreamy has good ones do check them.

Disclaimer : characters in the story are fictitious, any resemblance with any person or story is purely coincidence. No intention to hurt anyone if this really happened with anyone.​


She Had a Way of Making People Feel Special

Mira had a peculiar charm. A little teasing, a little sweetness, a little affection—and an ordinary conversation could suddenly feel special. People often found themselves getting attached to her, sometimes wanting more than friendship. But Mira had her boundaries.

“Tum bahut achhe dost ho, bas mujhe nahi chahiye ki humari dosti ka koi aur matlab nikle.”

If a conversation crossed a line that made her uncomfortable, she would quietly withdraw. No drama, no explanations beyond a point. She was genuine, cared about people, and could be remarkably sweet. Yet, not everyone who felt special to her was allowed to stay close.

Then there was Arjun, her boyfriend. They had met online. His calls were always postponed, his availability uncertain, and his attention inconsistent.

“आज बात करोगे ना?”
“आज नहीं, Mira. कल पक्का।”
“तुम्हारे कल में मेरे लिए कभी आज आता भी है?”
“इतना मत सोचा करो। I love you, okay?”

She would go quiet, hurt but hopeful. Every time he returned with a little affection, she found a reason to forgive the distance. She wanted his time, his attention, and the reassurance that she mattered. But the person she wanted these things from remained just beyond reach.

And somewhere in that emptiness, Kabir became a friend she could turn to.

Special, But Not That Way

Kabir listened when Mira was upset with Arjun. He didn't always offer advice; sometimes, he simply stayed and talked until she felt better. Their conversations became a familiar part of their days.

“Arjun फिर नहीं आया?” Kabir asked one night.
“उसके पास मेरे लिए टाइम ही नहीं है।”
“तो उससे बात करो।”
“कितनी बार करूँ? हर बार मैं ही क्यों समझाऊँ?”
“ठीक है। आज मत समझाओ। बताओ, क्या हुआ?”
“कुछ नहीं। तुम बस बात करो मुझसे।”

Kabir gradually began looking forward to her messages. Her jokes, her sudden mood changes, and her affectionate way of talking made her difficult to forget. Mira, meanwhile, had started expecting a little more from him—not romance, she insisted, but a special place in his life.

“तुम आजकल बहुत बिज़ी रहते हो।”
“आज दोस्त के साथ बाहर था।”
“अच्छा। सबके लिए टाइम है तुम्हारे पास।”
“तुम्हारे लिए भी है, Mira।”
“तो मुझे स्पेशल फील क्यों नहीं होता?”

Kabir paused. He wanted her to know she mattered, but he also knew that the meaning of their friendship had to remain clear.

“तुम स्पेशल हो। लेकिन हर बार तुम्हारे मन की बात समझ पाना मेरे लिए भी आसान नहीं है।”
“मैंने कब कहा कि कुछ और चाहिए?”
“तुमने नहीं कहा।”
“तो फिर?”

She laughed and changed the subject.
Mira wanted him to notice when she was absent, to miss her, and sometimes even to persuade her to stay when she pretended to leave. Yet she didn't want him to mistake her affection for romantic interest.
One day, she made her position clear.

“देखो, तुम मेरे बहुत अच्छे दोस्त हो। मुझे नहीं चाहिए कि हमारी फ्रेंडशिप कभी कॉम्प्लिकेटेड हो।”
“समझ गया,” Kabir replied.

He respected her boundaries. But respect didn't automatically make his feelings disappear. He simply chose not to turn them into expectations she had never agreed to meet. For Mira, he was someone who made loneliness easier to bear. For Kabir, she was becoming someone whose absence could change the mood of an otherwise ordinary day. Neither said much about it.

Then She Stopped Coming Online

One night, Mira appeared in Kabir's chat, upset with Arjun again.

“सो रहे हो?”
“नहीं। बोलो, मैडम।”
“आज मन अच्छा नहीं है।”
“Arjun?”
“और कौन?”

Kabir listened. He didn't tell her what to do or ask her to make a decision. He simply kept her company.

After a while, she said, “अब ठीक हूँ। तुमसे बात करके अच्छा लगता है।”
“तो कभी-कभी बिना उदास हुए भी मैसेज कर लिया करो।”
“ज़्यादा खुश मत हो।”
“जी, मैडम।”

She laughed. It was an ordinary conversation, the kind they had shared many times before. The next day, Mira didn't come online. Kabir assumed she was busy. A couple of days later, he messaged her.

“सब ठीक है?”

There was no reply. After a few more days, he sent another message.

“Mira, अगर बिज़ी हो तो कोई बात नहीं। बस उम्मीद है तुम ठीक हो।”

Again, silence. Kabir began wondering what might have happened. Perhaps things with Arjun had finally improved. Perhaps their relationship had taken a turn she didn't want to discuss. Perhaps she had simply decided to step away from everyone.

He had no way of knowing. He missed her messages, her teasing, and the effortless way she could make a conversation feel alive. Sometimes, he wanted to write, “कहाँ गायब हो गई, पागल?” But he stopped himself. He wanted her presence, not her compliance.

Mira had been genuine, affectionate, and caring. She could make people feel deeply valued, yet she guarded her own emotional world carefully. She wanted closeness, but on terms that felt safe to her. She wanted to be special, without always having to explain what being special meant.

Perhaps she was happy with Arjun. Perhaps she was hurting. Perhaps she had found new friends or decided to leave the online world behind. Kabir could only guess.

He didn't force an explanation, and he didn't demand that she return. He simply left the door open.

Because some people don't say goodbye. They just stop showing up, leaving behind conversations that still feel unfinished.

And sometimes, the hardest part isn't knowing that someone has disappeared. It's not knowing whether they are finally happy somewhere—or whether they are still waiting for someone who never quite showed up.

Some doors are never closed​

When Mira returned, Kabir was among the first to reach out. He had missed their old conversations and hoped they could pick up where they had left off.
“कहाँ गायब हो गई थीं तुम?” he asked.
“बस, थोड़ा सब से दूर थी।”
“मुझसे भी?”
She replied with a laughing emoji. He wanted to ask what her silence had meant, but let it pass. At first, he kept trying. He shared songs she used to love, sent her silly updates, and asked about her day. Mira responded warmly enough to keep his hopes alive, but rarely stayed long.
One evening, he wrote, “कभी-कभी लगता है, तुम्हारे पास अब मेरे लिए टाइम ही नहीं है।”
“ऐसा कुछ नहीं है, Kabir. बस busy रहती हूँ।”
He typed I miss us, stared at it, then deleted it.

Arjun was still her boyfriend, though his calls remained uncertain and their meetings stayed promises.
“आज बात हो पाएगी?” Mira asked him one evening.
“कोशिश करता हूँ, Mira।”
“तुम हमेशा कोशिश ही करते हो।”
“यार, बहुत कुछ चल रहा है। समझा करो।”
She was upset, but his affectionate message later that night was enough to soften her.

Around then, she began noticing Anurag in an online group. His sarcasm made her laugh.
“मैडम, आपकी बातों में ड्रामा कम हो तो ऑस्कर वाले खुद चलकर आएँ,” he commented.
“तुम्हें बहुत समझ है न ड्रामे की?”
“नहीं, लेकिन आपकी क्लास में एडमिशन लेने का सोच रहा हूँ।”
“एडमिशन मिलना इतना आसान नहीं है, जनाब।”
“फीस कितनी है?”
“आपके बस की नहीं।”

Their talks soon moved into private chats. Mira started sending him memes, sharing random thoughts, and messaging first just to make him laugh. One evening, she sent him a selfie.
“कैसी लग रही हूँ?”
“तारीफ़ सुननी है या ईमानदार राय चाहिए?”
“तुमसे तारीफ़ की उम्मीद करना ही मेरी गलती है।”
“अच्छी लग रही हो, Mira।”
She sent a heart emoji.
“देखा, इतना मुश्किल भी नहीं था।”
A moment later, she added, “वैसे, ये दिल वाला emoji देखकर ज़्यादा खुश मत होना।”
Anurag replied with a laughing emoji. Mira put her phone aside, smiling.


A little more than general chats​

Mira remembered Anurag's favourite songs and asked about things he'd mentioned days earlier. Sometimes she'd stay up chatting with him long after saying goodnight.
Kabir noticed the change before she acknowledged it. She was active in the group, laughing at Anurag's jokes, yet his own messages remained unanswered for hours. He tried once more.
“इस रविवार बात करें? जैसे पहले किया करते थे?”
“देखती हूँ, Kabir. थोड़ा काम है।”
On Sunday, he saw Mira and Anurag joking together in the group. He waited for her to message him later. She didn't. The next day, he sent her a song that had once meant something to them.
“याद है?” he wrote.
“हाँ बहुत पुरानी बात है।”
He began typing less often. He stopped sending songs, stopped asking when she'd be free, and stopped finding excuses to start conversations. Mira barely noticed; by then, Anurag had become part of her daily routine.

“वैसे, तुम्हारी girlfriend है?” Mira asked Anurag one night.
“क्यों? रिश्ता भेजना है?”
“पहले जवाब दो।”
“नहीं है। अब खुश?”
“मैं क्यों खुश होऊँगी?”
“आपने पूछा है। कुछ तो वजह होगी।”
“ज़्यादा खुशफ़हमी मत पालो।”

A few days later, Anurag mentioned chatting with another girl from the group. Mira's replies grew noticeably shorter.
“क्या हुआ?” he asked.
“कुछ नहीं।”
“आज तुम्हारे ‘कुछ नहीं’ में भी गुस्सा है।”
“उससे बात करो न। मुझे क्यों पूछ रहे हो?”
“अच्छा! तो मैडम को फ़र्क पड़ता है?”
“मुझे किसी से फ़र्क नहीं पड़ता।”
She left him on read for an hour, then sent him a picture of something they'd joked about earlier.
He replied at once. She continued chatting as if nothing had happened.

Another evening, Anurag asked about Arjun.
“आज बात हुई तुम्हारी?”
“क्यों? उसकी attendance लगानी है?”
“Boyfriend हैं तुम्हारे। पूछ सकता हूँ।”
“मिलते तो हैं नहीं, बात भी मुश्किल से होती है। अब खुश?”
“मिले भी नहीं अभी तक?”
“हर बात का हिसाब देना ज़रूरी है?”
“नहीं। बस समझ नहीं आता कि तुम इतना इंतज़ार क्यों करती हो।”
Mira didn't answer. Instead, she asked if he was free to talk, then kept him company for another hour.
“तुमसे बात करके अच्छा लगता है, पता है?” she wrote before he logged off.
“सिर्फ़ बात करके?”
“Anurag!”
“अच्छा, चुप।”
“Good boy ”
He laughed, but the message stayed with him long after the conversation ended.


The unanswered question​

Kabir's messages became rare. He no longer asked Mira to make time for him or tried to revive their old closeness. Yet he hadn't quite let go. One night, he opened their chat and scrolled through old conversations. He found a voice note of Mira laughing at one of his terrible jokes. He played it twice, then closed the chat without writing anything.

Mira, meanwhile, was waiting for Anurag's reply. After she'd complained about Arjun cancelling another call, Anurag asked:
“अगर वो तुम्हें इतना इंतज़ार करवाता है, तो तुम इस relationship में खुश कैसे रहती हो?”
“हर चीज़ perfect नहीं होती।”
“सही है। लेकिन कोशिश तो दोनों तरफ़ से होनी चाहिए।”
“तुम्हें लगता है मुझे ये सब समझ नहीं आता?”
“समझ आता है। फिर भी तुम उसी के साथ रहना चाहती हो।”
“क्योंकि वो मेरा boyfriend है।”
Anurag paused, then asked quietly, “और मैं?”
Mira sent him a heart emoji, then deleted it before he could respond.
“तुम मेरे बहुत अच्छे दोस्त हो,” she wrote.
“कल रात तक तो मैं इतना अच्छा था कि तुम सोने नहीं दे रही थीं।”
“तो क्या हुआ? तुम्हें बात करना अच्छा नहीं लगता?”
“लगता है, Mira. शायद ज़रूरत से ज़्यादा।”
She stopped typing for a while. “तुम मेरे लिए important हो,” she finally said.
“मैं तुम्हें पसंद करता हूँ। दोस्त से ज़्यादा। और जब तुम कभी मेरे करीब आती हो, कभी मुझे सिर्फ़ दोस्त कह देती हो, तो समझ नहीं आता कि इसे कैसे लूँ।”
Mira continued chat without replying his question. They talked about random things, laughed, and avoided the subject until she grew sleepy.
“कल बात करेंगे?” she asked.
“हाँ।”
“पक्का?”
“पक्का।”
“Goodnight, Anurag ❤️”

The next morning, she sent him a funny reel and carried on as if nothing had happened. Anurag didn't raise the subject again immediately, though he was beginning to understand what staying close might cost him.

Kabir had reached a different conclusion. He stopped waiting for Mira to return to the friendship they once had. When she eventually messaged him a casual “कहाँ हो आजकल?”, he replied politely—but didn't try to prolong the conversation. She noticed the brevity, wondered why he had changed, then got distracted by Anurag's next message.

Arjun was still her boyfriend. Kabir was learning to let go. Anurag was still close, caught between the friendship Mira offered and the possibility her affection seemed to suggest.


Mira kept looking toward Arjun, reaching for Anurag, and forgetting that Kabir had once waited for her, too. She wanted to feel special to Anurag without changing the place Arjun held in her life.

हज़ारों मंज़र आँखों के सामने से गुज़रे,
कितने ही चेहरे वक़्त के साथ बिखरे।
मगर एक पल ने जाने क्या कर दिया,
क़दम आगे बढ़े, ख़याल वहीं ठहरे।
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Some people are bad decisions. He's the one she keeps making.

Main characters
- Damon Blackwood, 22 — the university's untouchable hockey captain. Arrogant, dangerously charming, emotionally unavailable, and hiding a past nobody dares mention.
- Iris Bennett, 20 — sharp-tongued, stubborn, and completely unimpressed by rich boys who think the world belongs to them.
- The problem: Her mother is marrying Damon's father. They'll be living under the same roof.
And Damon has already decided he hates her.

Or that's what he wants her to believe.

PART 1 — Unfortunately, He's Home
The first thing Damon Blackwood said to me was, "You're in my seat."
The second was, "Actually, you're in my house."
I looked up from the kitchen counter.
He stood in the doorway wearing a black university hockey jersey, his hair damp from the rain, and an expression that suggested my existence had personally offended him.
I took another bite of his expensive-looking sandwich.

"Tragic. Want me to call someone?"
His eyes dropped to the sandwich.
"That's mine."
"Oh, thank God. I thought it tasted like entitlement."
He stared at me.
Then he laughed once, without a hint of amusement.

"You're the new stepsister."
"You're the disappointment?"
His eyebrows rose.
I smiled sweetly.
"Guess we're both making sacrifices."

He walked toward me, stopping on the other side of the counter.
"Here's how this works, princess. Stay out of my room, stay out of my business, and don't touch my things."
I glanced at the sandwich.
"Should've mentioned that before I ate your lunch."
"Iris."
I hated that he already knew my name.
"What?"
He leaned forward slightly.
"You're going to be a problem."
I shrugged. "You look like you could use one."
For the first time, he actually smiled.
And, annoyingly, it changed his entire face.

Then his gaze shifted past me to the staircase.
"One more thing."
"What now?"
"Don't bring boys home."
I blinked.
Then burst out laughing.

"Oh, you're hilarious."
"I'm serious."
"You're not my father."
His smile vanished.
"No," he said quietly. "I'm worse."
He walked away before I could respond.
I stood there, sandwich in hand, wondering whether my mother's new stepson was always this insufferable.

Then my phone buzzed.
An unknown number.
Unknown: You should probably know that Damon has a girlfriend.
I typed back.
Me: Good for him?
Three dots appeared.
Unknown: She doesn't know he's been asking about you.
My smile disappeared.
From upstairs, I heard a door slam
And then Damon's voice, sharp and furious, cut through the silence.
"WHO GAVE HER MY NUMBER?"
I stared at my phone.
Oh.
This was going to be a disaster.

(tried writing something hope yaa all like it.....its part wise will post other parts too hehehe)

PART 2 — His Girlfriend Hates Me
By breakfast, Damon's girlfriend hated me.
By lunch, I understood why.
And by dinner, I was seriously considering moving into a dumpster.
"You're Iris, right?"

The girl standing outside my bedroom had perfect hair, perfect makeup, and the kind of smile that made you instinctively check whether your wallet was still there.
"I'm Vanessa. Damon's girlfriend."
She looked me up and down.
"So you're the new stepsister."
"That's what the paperwork says."

She didn't laugh.
Okay. Tough crowd.
"Listen," she said, stepping inside without permission. "Damon can be difficult."
"Really? I thought the death stares were his way of saying good morning."

Her smile tightened.
"He's not interested in girls who play games."
"Great. I don't play hockey either. We have so much in common."

"Iris."
I turned.
Damon stood behind her, holding a mug of coffee.

His expression was unreadable.
Vanessa immediately brightened. "Baby!"
She walked over and kissed his cheek.

He barely reacted.
Interesting.
Then his eyes found mine.
"Kitchen. Five minutes."

I raised my eyebrows. "Ask nicely."

"Iris."
"Still waiting for the magic word."
He took a sip of coffee.
"Please get out of my sight."
"See? Was that so hard?"

I walked past him, smiling.

As I reached the doorway, he spoke quietly enough that only I could hear.
"Stop replying to unknown numbers."
I froze.

Then I turned around.

"How do you know about the messages?"
His jaw tightened.
"Because the person texting you is sitting in this house."

My smile disappeared.
Behind him, Vanessa was watching us.
And she wasn't smiling anymore.

That evening, I found Damon in the garage.
He was sitting on the hood of a black sports car, staring at his phone.
"Do you ever do anything normal?" I asked.

He didn't look up.
"Do you ever knock?"
"On a garage?"
"On your way out of my life."

I leaned against the workbench.
"Your girlfriend thinks I'm trying to steal you."
That got his attention.
He looked up slowly.
"And are you?"

I laughed.

"Please. I'd rather date a parking ticket."
"Good."
"Good?"

He slid off the car and walked toward me.
"Because I'm not the kind of guy you want, Iris."
Something about the way he said it made my smile fade.

"Trust me, Damon. You're not that special."

He stopped a few feet away.
"Then why do you keep looking at me?"

My mouth opened.
Nothing came out.

His gaze held mine for one long, unbearable second.
Then he stepped aside, opening the garage door.
"Go upstairs."
I walked past him, furious with myself for noticing how close we'd been standing.
But just before I reached the stairs, he said my name.

I turned.
He held up his phone.
On the screen was a photograph of me arriving at the house that morning.

Taken from across the street.
Underneath it was a message.
SHE DOESN'T KNOW WHAT YOU DID TO HER BROTHER.

Damon's face had gone completely pale.

I stared at the screen.
Then at him.
"My brother?"
He locked his phone.
"Iris, go inside."

I couldn't move.

"What happened to my brother?"
For the first time since I'd met him, Damon looked genuinely terrified.
Not of me.
For me.

"If you want to keep hating me," he whispered, "don't ask me that question."

Part 2 ends here........
 
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