Bunga Love Mga Nobela at Kwento

Chapter 7 Koi baat nahi agar Ishq meri qubool nahi tujhko Par mere ishq ki Tauheen na karna Kehke meri Bhul isko ~Ankita Ghosh (it's fine if you don't accept my love but don't insult it calling my mistake) "You what Bhai? Like her? Or love her?" Saumya asked him making his eyes widen "What? Have you lost your mind? Me and love her?" Rudra said like saumya cracked a joke but from inside he knows what he feels for her.

he asked. "Buka is beautiful, just like you," Ace answered casually, although in his heart he felt a strange stirring. Ace has fallen in love with a girl named Theresia. Ace's words just made Theresia blush, her cheeks flushed red. The woman looked away to avoid Ace's gaze. "Thank you, I like these flowers. Fragrant and beautiful, where did you get them?" asked Theresia diverting the conversation. Ace was silent for a moment, searching for the right answer. "I got it from a very special place, the flower is also very special. It will not die even if it is not sprinkled with water," she said still with a sweet smile.

she asked as she cleared her throat. "Carnations mean admiration while the purple tulips mean deep love to a partner. That is, if you want us, but I'm not pressuring you." She chuckled loudly as her hand brushed through the flowers on the bouquet. "Why is there a fake white rose though?" she asked, now realizing that the flower was fake yet it looked real. "Flowers will bloom and flowers will wither. Nothing will last forever but that white rose, you can keep it forever. It's our new beginning, cherish it." She couldn't contain her feelings as she tried covering her mouth from making any noises.

She giggled to herself, " Yuki was right. A new story has begun. I wonder what color flower they bloomed." Yuki was already by the plum tree situated on the Divine land. The tree that was naked with its flower on the ground a day ago was now blooming again with new flowers. The flowers that bloomed were of a different colors. The tree that always grew white flowers had purple flowers grown in the middle of winter. Yuki was admiring the flowers and the tree, "This color of love seems beautiful yet sad. If only this love could end beautifully..." The purple flowers that were grown had started falling from the tree again.

She saw a large oil painting hanging on the wall, the image on it was a very beautiful girl, she was wearing a white dress, holding a bouquet of lilacs looking like a beautiful bride. At this moment, Sylvia saw what she had just touched and broke lying on the ground, an angel-shaped porcelain doll with gilded wings that looked very beautiful and delicate, seemingly a collectible. The doll had broken into many small pieces, unable to be mended again. “I… I didn't mean it!” She awkwardly bent down to pick it up, but was cut by a fragment, bleeding red in a large patch. Suddenly, a tall figure appeared out of nowhere, rushing in to push Sylvia away.

“Pasalubong.” Inside was a delicate silver bracelet, simple and elegant, with a tiny rose charm attached. “This rose,” he said gently, “is a symbol of my love for you. Just a small reminder that you’re always in my heart.” I looked at the bracelet, then at him. I said nothing for a while. “Can I put it on you?” he asked. Still silent, I extended my wrist. He clasped the bracelet around it with such care, it made my heart ache.

“Yes.” The room felt smaller suddenly, the walls closing in. “I watched him disappear piece by piece,” I continued. “I watched the man he was turn into someone I didn’t recognize. And I swore I’d never live that life again. I swore I’d never love someone I’d have to bury before their time.” “You think I’m going to end up dead?” His voice was sharp now. “I think this world doesn’t let people walk away clean,” I said. “And I think loving you in it will destroy me.”

The flower would only grow if there were love from both people whose souls were bound. If one of them refused, the flower would not grow—or might even turn to ash if the bond between them had been severed. Eira took a little water and watered it. Her hope in Kael’s love had long since faded, but for some reason, she wanted to see what it would look like if the flower bloomed under the brilliant light of the full moon. “Do you still remember home?” Kael stood there, already wearing his pajamas and with his arms crossed, greeting Eira upon her return.

“If our love was a fairy tale I would charge in and rescue you On a yacht, baby, we would sail To an island where we'd say I do And if we had babies they would look like you It'd be so beautiful if that came true You don't even know how very special you are You leave me breathless You're everything good in my life You leave me breathless I still can't believe that you're mine You just walked out of one of my dreams So beautiful, you're leaving me breathless” I sang internally while Bangizwe sang out loud while he walked to me with a bouquet of red roses. This was so cheesy but I still smiled.

A breath caught in my throat as I looked upon it. There, on my left chest, above my heart was a small rose dripping with blood with vines wrapped around it. I lifted my head up to seek my brother and he too was looking at his chest bearing the same mark as I have. Florence darted her head between my brother and I, a look of satisfaction crossed her face. "As proof of the curse, I gave you a mark which you have already seen. In order for the curse to break, you need to find true love. When that person says I love you, then the curse will be broken."