I Choose Myself Deepti Novels & Stories

"I am not dark, I am unpredictable. And My love is selfish. To keep my beauty with me, I can cross every limits, even I can amend my destiny.” - Siddharth Singh Khurana, The Beast ***** ‘Mo.omm’ A faint voice came out of Advika’s mouth as she wept silently like a small kid.

She said, sniffing between words. "No, don't say that; you have everything to live for. You…" "I have nothing to leave for!" She interupted. "Do you know how it feels not to make your own choices, and have the freedom you deserve? Do you know how it feels to lose the only person who understands you the most? Do you know how it feels to be banned from being with the one person that your heart yields for? If you do, you won't be telling me this right now." She wailed.

My name is Jacob Brewer, and I'm the oldest child in my family. Both my parents are top graduates from elite colleges. My younger sister, Willow Brewer, is in third grade and gets perfect scores in every subject. My little brother, Ivan Brewer, has only just learned to talk, yet he can already recite the periodic table from memory. And then there's me, forever scraping by with barely passing grades. So when Willow cashes in her perfect grades for a family trip to Serova over the Christmas holiday, I volunteer to stay home. "I'll stay behind and take care of Grandma since she's paralyzed." Mom hesitates, but Dad simply turns to me and says coldly, "Fine by me. Being a good son might be

I had faced everything not because I only wanted revenge but because I wanted to become a better version of myself, and that was what had helped me until now. The person I had become was all because of me. If I had given up, I wouldn’t have come this far. I fluttered my eyes open and removed my hands from my ears as I answered the question. “The person I love the most is me!” I shouted it out and placed a hand on my racing heart. “I love me,” I said as tears spilled down my face because no matter what the test was, I knew I had picked myself. Even though I loved my family and Arineth, I had to choose myself because loving myself was the best answer.

this is the juiciest! (Dee Dee: I CANNOT BELIEVE) (Dee Dee: wait is he alone?) (Me: couldn't see clearly. he was talking to someone) (Dee Dee: send me a better photo) (Me: I am not going back down that corridor) (Dee Dee: YUKI!!!) I bit back a groan. (Me: I have a self preservation instinct! He knows my face! He grades my work!) (Dee Dee: one more photo. please. for me. for our friendship. for the culture!)

Played by everyone. So the weeks moved so do I.I focus on exams, tried to act normal.You know what I am a brilliant actor. Life had taught me how to fake something, how to smile even you're broken deep down. I told myself I'm more than this.I can endure it.I'm strong If I want to.With time my pain lessened. ***************************** I started praying to stop my mind wandering on wrong ideas.I prayed and prayed: "ALLAH G! please help me forget him.If I can't have him then take him away from my heart.I don't want to cry over a Non-Mehram. Don't make me such a pathetic girl.Help me move over him"

Brows knitted, I asked. Her tears streamed down continuously. "They made me choose between y-you and... a-and myself," she paused, her lips were trembling. "They used me so they could get you. B-But you know me too well, don't you? You know I'll always be on your side, I'll always choose you over anything or anyone else because you're my only best friend. I'm even willing to choose you over myself and do it all over again b-but... this time, it's different. I had to choose myself... and the little one inside me." She revealed. My hands flew to my mouth as I gasped, eyes slowly widening. "You..." Holy shit! So my hunch was right!

"Excuse me, can I know your name, I mean don't you think I have the right to know my husband's ex-girlfriend's name." " Ishika Mehta, I am Deepti's cousin " ' Can I ask you why did you call him tiger? " Ishika smirked at her then started with dreamy eyes " you know I named him Tiger as he was so good on the bed... I know you must be disheartened to know this but I must tell you he was the beast with me. Even I don't know what he has seen in you... Don't mind but you are nothing in front of him "

In the end, she gambled away all her savings, her car, her house… and eventually even herself. While I was preparing for my new wedding, I suddenly received a text message. 'Cassian, it's Phoebe. Please lend me some money. I only need 100 thousand. I'll pay you back 200 thousand later.' I didn't reply. Soon, another message came. 'Fifty thousand is enough. I'll return 300 thousand tomorrow. Please help me. If I can't pay them back, they'll beat me to death. Cassian, after all these years together…'

“Because my son is old enough to understand the world now. And I want him to see me define myself—not let others do it for me. I want him to know his mother stood tall, even when it hurt. Especially when it hurt.” Camille’s voice softened. “What do you want people to understand most about you?” My eyes didn’t waver. “That I’m not here because I was chosen. I’m here because I chose to rise. And I will continue choosing strength, love, and clarity—even when it’s difficult.” The segment ended on my terms. No tears. No scandal. Just grace with a steel spine. After the cameras stopped rolling, Camille stood and offered her hand. “You did something rare today.”