Damsel in distress wattpad

Try Premium. Log in Sign Up. Entangled in Ruin by Kashish Mehek was walking aimlessly on the footpath.

Laiba Hayat Hussain stared at herself in the mirror, dressed in a floor-length golden chiffon gown and a full-sleeved red embroidered overcoat that swept the floor when she walked. Her doe eyes were made to look more prominent with the application of thick dark kohl. Her full lips were coated with bold maroon lipstick and her hair was tied in a bun, a golden hijab wrapped loosely around her head. Perhaps the entire look was too glam for her liking. The sound of cars entering the mansion grabbed her attention. She lifted her dress with both hands and took slow and tentative steps towards the window. She moved the curtain a little and peeked down at the crowd gathering in the courtyard.

Damsel in distress wattpad

A love story created by destiny. It's been one week since Swathi met with the accident. Her condition got improved after that surgery. But she have fractures in her shoulders and legs. I haven't gone to college since there is no one to take care of her. I spent the entire week there and barely go home. Many of our classmates, teachers and friends visited her during this week. Till yesterday, I was very worried about Rithika. Her phone was unreachable for the last one week. One of classmates told that she hadn't come to college. But yesterday evening she came to the hospital. Rithika rushed to the hospital when she heard about Swathi's accident from a classmate. She rushed to see her friend. Do you know, how many times I called you?

I always told him that he was being mean to call my hands big and he would just laugh it off saying that I inherited them from him.

Nina was taken at the young age of Taken from her father, from her friends and from the warm and loving sun. It's been seven years that Nina has been captive, locked away in a dark room. The tower, they like to call it. But she meets a boy, and I've always been the damsel in distress behind closed doors.

Note: you can skip the prologue if you want, it won't affect the story. When she was about 10 years old , her father got her a watch from his business trip to Dubai. It was a shiny silver sphere attached to a pair of pastel blue straps. It was the first-ever gift from her father probably the last. The little girl fell in love with the act of receiving something from her father more than the present per se. She imagined him walking into a shop, selecting a specific item bearing her in his mind, spending his money and getting it for her. It felt special.

Damsel in distress wattpad

Stepping into the shower, she closed her eyes and tilted her chin up, feeling the warm water cascade over her cold face. Steam enveloped the shower walls, and the rhythmic pitter-patter of water hitting the tiled floor reverberated through the room. Her mind lay numb, her senses switched off, her body moving, relying solely on muscle memory. Her heart mechanically pumped life through her veins, while her soul remained lifeless.

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One of classmates told that she hadn't come to college. They become besties within a short period of time. My eyes widened. Chapter 4. I opened my mouth to argue but cut off by her. Its warm embrace. She was certain, just like how He helped the prophets, He would have made the miracle happen for her too. But something forced me to close my eyes and I felt myself being lifted and flying. I was so engrossed in my thoughts when I heard him calling my name. It was silent as I found me and the king were standing side by side on the top stair, as everyone watched. Get some beauty sleep". That voice

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Most awaited. Log in Sign Up. I have one bed, and a old teddy bear from my dad before they took him from me. Breathe it's okay, please be okay. I shut my eyes, the light making my eyes burn. He was sweet, and the only one who actually talked to me like i was human. Have they gone made? I crawled to the corner of the bed and covered my eyes with my teddy bear. Chapter 9. I just read love stories, not mature stories. Dance Competition. Or what I could muster as a smile. Both of us are enjoying to the fullest. That's why he didn't think about having kids all these years. Weightage of Truth.