
Where The Scarlet Thread Is Tied...by Shxxnaluvz
Fred tilted his head back, staring up at the night sky. "Red string of fate?" I smiled softly, tracing the stars with my gaze. "Mama always says it ties...

Krishna Sundariby Words_Smith09
Since ancient times, a woman's life has been likened to a river. She is born in one place, often unnamed, and flows forward-not by choice, but by circumstance. Along her...