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Suparna Saha

One sided love

White Love is one of the powerful emotions of the world. It has ability to uplift, heal and transform lives in ways, nothing else can, however love should never forced, begged for or earned through desperation. A person who love themselves will never accept a relationship where they are not valued, it is also important to recognize that a relationship built on begging is unsustainable even if someone momentairly gives in an offer affection out of guilt or obligation it will never be genuine, it seems to work for a while but crumbled under the weight of insincerity out of convenience or pity is for greater than walking away from a one sided relationship or one sided love.

©Suparna Saha One sided love

Pratima Saha

one sided love shayari

Bhagyashree Jena

#One Indian girl

I am not like other Indian girl,
Neither full of coy nor enough smart.
Anyone could easily consider me as crap,
Use for nothing and meant for none.
I am not fond of ornaments and makeups,
while I am easily befooled by others.
Anyone could easily consider me as mugg,
Why I don't yet know.
I am fond animes and fairytales,
may like other Indian girl,
sometime I felt my life is full of solitude,
unlike othe joyous girl,
I am in the desert of loneliness,
which creates thirst for enough love and care.

©Bhagyashree Jena #one Indian girl

Er. Razia

# one sided love shayari

White उदास बस आदतन हूँ कुछ भी हुआ नहीं है
यक़ीन मानो किसी से कोई गिला नहीं है

तो क्या कभी मिल सकेंगे या बात हो सकेगी
नहीं नहीं जाओ तुम कोई मसअला नहीं है

मैं बुग़्ज़ नफ़रत हसद मोहब्बत के साथ रक्खूँ
नहीं मियाँ मेरे दिल में इतनी जगह नहीं है

©Er. Razia # one sided love shayari

baidyanath saren

good evening every one

Maxcec Raj

super one.

Kuleet

a-person-standing-on-a-beach-at-sunset Sure! Here's a racing story for you: --- "Against All Odds" The roar of the engines filled the air as the sun set over the sprawling desert racetrack. Dust swirled in the fading light, creating a golden haze around the starting grid. Among the sleek, polished cars, a beat-up old Mustang stood out, its matte black paint scarred by years of wear. Behind the wheel sat Alex Carter, a young, determined racer with everything to prove. Alex wasn’t like the other drivers. While they were backed by sponsors and million-dollar teams, Alex had spent years scraping together parts, working long nights in a dimly lit garage. Every dent and scratch on the Mustang told a story of perseverance, of battles fought and lessons learned. The Desert Fury 500 wasn’t just any race. It was a high-stakes, no-holds-barred competition known for its brutal terrain and cutthroat competitors. The winner would claim not only a massive cash prize but also a coveted spot in the Global Racing League—a dream Alex had chased since childhood. As the lights on the starting grid turned from red to green, the racers surged forward, engines screaming. Alex’s Mustang lagged behind initially, its aged engine struggling against the finely tuned machines around it. But Alex knew the secret to this race wasn’t just raw speed—it was strategy, endurance, and guts. The first half of the race was chaos. Drivers pushed their cars to the limit, some spinning out in the sharp desert turns, others falling victim to the punishing heat. Alex weaved through the wreckage, staying steady and focused. While others burned through their fuel and tires, Alex conserved, biding time. By the final lap, only a handful of racers remained, including Alex and the reigning champion, Vincent Cruz. Cruz’s fiery red sports car was a beast of engineering, its every move precise and commanding. As they entered the last stretch—a treacherous canyon path—Cruz taunted Alex over the radio. “Give it up, Carter. You’re out of your league.” But Alex wasn’t fazed. Years of struggle had taught them resilience. As the canyon walls closed in, Alex spotted a narrow ridge—dangerous but a potential shortcut. With a deep breath, Alex veered off the main path, the Mustang bouncing wildly over the uneven ground. The crowd watched in stunned silence as Alex’s risky maneuver paid off. Emerging from the ridge just ahead of Cruz, the Mustang roared onto the final straightaway. Cruz pushed his car harder, closing the gap, but Alex had one last trick up their sleeve. Timing it perfectly, Alex drifted into the final turn, blocking Cruz’s advance and crossing the finish line by a fraction of a second. The crowd erupted as Alex climbed out of the Mustang, fists raised in triumph. Against all odds, the underdog had won. As reporters and fans swarmed, Alex looked at the old Mustang and smiled. The journey wasn’t just about winning—it was about proving that heart and determination could overcome any obstacle. --- Would you like me to expand on this story or add any specific details? ©Kuleet #SunSet racing story

#SunSet racing story

$a-person-standing-on-a-beach-at-sunset Sure! Here's a racing story for you: --- "Against All Odds" The roar of the engines filled the air as the sun set over the sprawling desert racetrack. Dust swirled in the fading light, creating a golden haze around the starting grid. Among the sleek, polished cars, a beat-up old Mustang stood out, its matte black paint scarred by years of wear. Behind the wheel sat Alex Carter, a young, determined racer with everything to prove. Alex wasn’t like the other drivers. While they were backed by sponsors and million-dollar teams, Alex had spent years scraping together parts, working long nights in a dimly lit garage. Every dent and scratch on the Mustang told a story of perseverance, of battles fought and lessons learned. The Desert Fury 500 wasn’t just any race. It was a high-stakes, no-holds-barred competition known for its brutal terrain and cutthroat competitors. The winner would claim not only a massive cash prize but also a coveted spot in the Global Racing League—a dream Alex had chased since childhood. As the lights on the starting grid turned from red to green, the racers surged forward, engines screaming. Alex’s Mustang lagged behind initially, its aged engine struggling against the finely tuned machines around it. But Alex knew the secret to this race wasn’t just raw speed—it was strategy, endurance, and guts. The first half of the race was chaos. Drivers pushed their cars to the limit, some spinning out in the sharp desert turns, others falling victim to the punishing heat. Alex weaved through the wreckage, staying steady and focused. While others burned through their fuel and tires, Alex conserved, biding time. By the final lap, only a handful of racers remained, including Alex and the reigning champion, Vincent Cruz. Cruz’s fiery red sports car was a beast of engineering, its every move precise and commanding. As they entered the last stretch—a treacherous canyon path—Cruz taunted Alex over the radio. “Give it up, Carter. You’re out of your league.” But Alex wasn’t fazed. Years of struggle had taught them resilience. As the canyon walls closed in, Alex spotted a narrow ridge—dangerous but a potential shortcut. With a deep breath, Alex veered off the main path, the Mustang bouncing wildly over the uneven ground. The crowd watched in stunned silence as Alex’s risky maneuver paid off. Emerging from the ridge just ahead of Cruz, the Mustang roared onto the final straightaway. Cruz pushed his car harder, closing the gap, but Alex had one last trick up their sleeve. Timing it perfectly, Alex drifted into the final turn, blocking Cruz’s advance and crossing the finish line by a fraction of a second. The crowd erupted as Alex climbed out of the Mustang, fists raised in triumph. Against all odds, the underdog had won. As reporters and fans swarmed, Alex looked at the old Mustang and smiled. The journey wasn’t just about winning—it was about proving that heart and determination could overcome any obstacle. --- Would you like me to expand on this story or add any specific details? ©Kuleet #SunSet racing story$