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Dany's Novel, Rajshahi Division (2025)

15/09/2025

"Losing what's never been mine"

How can you lose
a soul that never stayed,
a ghost who passed
through the ruins of your heart
and left the space cold?

I held nothing—
yet my hands bleed
as if I clung too tight
to sharp blade.

She was never mine,
yet I buried my dreams
inside her smile,
built temples of love
on borrowed ground
and drowned on tears of love.

And when she turned away,
my heart shattered
and she let it like she never cared,
and I was left
swallowing my unspoken words.

They say
you cannot lose
what you never possessed,
but why then
does grief drag me
into graves of sleepless nights?

Why then
does my heart mourn
like a widow,
clutching the ghost of vows
never spoken aloud?

She was never mine—
yet I lost her,
and during of losing her,
I forgotten who supposed to be I am.

Dany✍🏻

12/09/2025

HER

From I don't know her
to I miss her,
from I don't care
to I care alot .

This girl make me feel safe,
She didn't just save me from the midst of loneliness,
she introduce me to happiness.

Again, she doesn't like me at all
but I like her the most,
the way I fall,
feels like a driver of a crazy bus.

She don't want to be with me
but I look better with her .

She pushes me away
but she still let me pull her closer.

Again, I'm not the person she like
but I love her,
she let me hold her heart
but again she does not like me.
Dany✍🏻

11/09/2025

Behind the trust

I loved her, God, I loved the sin,
the heat, the hunger pulling me in.
Her touch was thunder, her kiss a flame,
and still I shatter beneath the shame.

He looked at me with trust so pure,
a bond I swore would long endure.
Yet in his shadow, I betrayed,
a debt of blood I can’t repay.

Each time she call my name, I still fall,
though guilt builds walls around it all.
I want her still — I want her near,
yet choke on guilt, yet drown in fear.

What if he knew? What if he saw?
The love I stole, the broken law?
I live in silence, torn apart,
a traitor’s hands, a lover’s heart.

Dany✍🏻

09/09/2025

Chapter Ten: The Forest of Ashes

The forest was ancient, its trees tall as cathedrals, their shadows draped like mourning veils. Kate led the way through its labyrinth of roots and silence, her lantern swinging low, her breath steady but her heart a storm.

Behind her, two figures stumbled, bound and gagged — Jestro and Alliyah, their eyes wide with terror in the flicker of firelight. The ropes cut into their wrists as Kate dragged them deeper into the woods, deeper into the secret no one would ever find.

“Did you think I wouldn’t see it?” Kate whispered, her voice trembling, half-song, half-madness. “The mountain, the whispers, the comfort stolen in my own home… You thought I was blind. But I see everything now.”

Jestro thrashed against his bonds, a muffled cry spilling from his mouth. Alliyah tried to speak, her eyes pleading, desperate, but Kate only smiled.

She stopped in a clearing where the trees formed a circle, like an audience gathered for ritual. There, she lashed them to stakes and built the pyre beneath. The crackle of twigs breaking sounded like bones.

But before the flame was struck, a voice cut through the dark.

“Kate.”

She turned.
Jade stood at the edge of the clearing, her face pale in the lantern’s glow, her eyes wide with horror.

“How did you—?” Kate began.
“I followed you,” Jade whispered, her voice breaking. “I had to. You’ve been slipping away from me… I didn’t know why until now.”

Kate’s hands shook, the torch trembling between her fingers.
“They betrayed us, Jade. Alliyah, with her false kindness. Jestro, with his hunger. Don’t you see? This is justice.”

But Jade’s gaze darted to Alliyah — who shook her head furiously, tears streaming down her cheeks — then to Jestro, whose eyes were not defiant but broken.

“Kate,” Jade whispered, stepping closer. “You’ve been hurt, but you’re wrong. They’re not allies. Jestro acted alone. And Alliyah… she was only trying to help me, because I thought I’d lost you.”

The torch in Kate’s hand flickered. The truth and the lie warred inside her like fire and ice.

“Don’t let him break you,” Jade pleaded. “Don’t let Jestro’s madness turn you into something you’re not.”

But Kate’s laughter cracked the night, brittle as shattering glass. “It’s too late,” she said. “I’ve already become it.”

And with a cry that echoed through the forest, she cast the torch onto the pyre.

Flames roared, devouring the night. Jestro screamed. Alliyah’s sobs split the air. Jade’s cry of despair was lost in the inferno’s roar.

Yet when the smoke thinned, the clearing was empty.
No bodies. No ashes. No proof.

Only Kate, kneeling in the circle of charred earth, clutching the burned-out lantern, her mind unraveling.
And Jade, weeping, uncertain if the woman she loved had been consumed by the same fire she had lit.

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Chapter Eleven: The Hunger of Shadows

The flames of the clearing had barely died when Kate turned, her eyes fever-bright, her body trembling with a mixture of rage and longing.

Jade stood frozen, her face pale, her lips parted as though she had forgotten how to breathe. Behind her, Jestro and Alliyah still writhed against their bindings, their muffled cries mixing with the hiss of smoke.

Kate’s gaze snapped to Jade — not to the captives, not to the fire, but to the woman who was hers, who must be hers.

“Look at me,” Kate whispered, voice shaking. “Look at me, Jade — not her, not them. Only me.”

Before Jade could answer, Kate seized her, pressing her down against the blackened earth. Her kisses fell fast and desperate, devouring, her hands clutching as though Jade might vanish if she let go.

“Mine,” Kate gasped between kisses, her voice raw. “You’re mine — not hers, not anyone’s.”

Jade struggled beneath the weight of her lover’s need, her hands pressing against Kate’s shoulders, but Kate’s hunger only deepened. She kissed Jade with the ferocity of a starving woman, a storm crashing upon the shore.

Alliyah turned her head, eyes wide with anguish, unable to look away. Jestro snarled into his gag, fury twisting his face as he watched what he could never have.

Kate’s lips trailed down Jade’s throat, her breath hot, her touch trembling with both love and madness. “They need to see,” she whispered fiercely, her words meant for the captives as much as for Jade. “They need to know what they can never take from me.”

Jade’s tears spilled sideways into the earth. She loved Kate — she always had — but now the woman above her was a stranger, consumed by fire, her tenderness devoured by jealousy.

And still, Kate kissed her, as if by pressing harder, deeper, she could erase every doubt, every rival, every shadow that threatened to steal her place.

07/09/2025

Chapter Seven: The Mountain’s Shadow

The day had been ordinary. Jade kissed Kate goodbye before leaving for errands, her voice full of promises about dinner and seaside walks. Kate watched her go with a smile, unaware that shadows had already set their course.

By dusk, Kate found herself walking alone, the mountain path rising before her like a ribbon into the clouds. She had not meant to climb — her feet had carried her there almost by instinct, chasing silence, chasing the memory of love she had made with Jade at the summit.

But silence was not what she found.

A figure emerged from the tree line. At first, she thought it was a traveler, perhaps a hiker. But when the man stepped closer, she saw the fire in his eyes. Jestro.

“Kate,” he breathed, as if her name were both prayer and curse.
Her body stilled. “What are you doing here?”

“You don’t see me,” he said, voice trembling with hunger and anger. “You never see me. You only see her.”

Fear knotted in Kate’s throat. She stepped back, but his hand shot out, catching her wrist. His grip was iron, fevered.

“Let me go!” she cried, twisting.

But Jestro pulled her toward the path that climbed higher, deeper into shadow. His breath came in ragged gasps, half-plea, half-command. “If you only knew how much I’ve loved you—if you only gave me a chance—”

Kate fought, her voice echoing against the mountain stone, but no one was near enough to hear. The summit loomed above them like a crown of jagged teeth, the same place where she had known bliss, now twisted into a cage.

The sky darkened. The wind rose. And in that gathering storm, Kate realized: the mountain would remember not only her love, but her terror.

Chapter Eight: The Breaking Point

The summit was colder than she remembered.
The grass where she had once lain with Jade now cut sharp against her skin as Jestro forced her down. The stars above, once witnesses to love, flickered like cruel, unblinking eyes.

“Why her?” Jestro’s voice cracked. “Why Jade and not me?”

Kate’s throat burned with unshed screams. She tugged at his grip, but he only tightened it, his obsession gnawing at him like a fever. His words poured over her, not tender but jagged — confessions sharpened into blame, desire curdled into rage.

“You were meant to see me,” he hissed. “You were meant to love me.”

But Kate saw only the madness in him, the void that no love could ever fill.

Hours blurred into shadows. He circled her, spoke in tones that shifted from pleading to fury, tore at her spirit with threats and desperate touches meant not to soothe but to break. Each moment hollowed her, until she felt her body was no longer hers, her breath no longer her own.

And yet — somewhere in the deep well of terror, a spark remained.

When Jestro’s guard faltered, when his body sagged with exhaustion, Kate struck. She wrenched herself free, the mountain air slicing into her lungs like knives. She ran, stumbling over rock and root, every step fueled by a single thought: Jade.

Behind her, Jestro’s voice thundered across the stone. “You cannot leave me! You’re mine!”

But Kate did not look back. She bled, she shook, she wept — yet she ran.

By the time she stumbled into the valley, dawn was breaking. The first light washed over her trembling frame, painting her in pale gold as though the world was trying to remind her she still lived.

Alive. But shattered.

And in her shattered silence, something darker began to stir.

Chapter Nine: The Doorway

Kate’s steps faltered as she reached the threshold of home. Her clothes were torn, her hair tangled, her skin streaked with blood and dirt. She pressed her hand against the doorframe as if it were the only thing keeping her upright.

The scent of warmth drifted through the crack in the door — tea, perhaps, and something sweet from the oven. For a fleeting moment, she let herself imagine Jade waiting inside, arms outstretched, ready to gather her back into the safety she had lost.

She pushed the door open.

The scene struck like a blade.
Jade sat on the sofa, her head bowed, her shoulders trembling. Beside her, Alliyah leaned close, her hand upon Jade’s, her voice soft and low. She was whispering comfort, her eyes shining with a tenderness that pierced Kate’s chest.

Kate froze. Her breath caught. Her body shook not from exhaustion but from something deeper — betrayal’s poison sinking into her veins.

“Alliyah…” Jade murmured, her voice breaking. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

The words shattered something fragile inside Kate. Her vision blurred, her ears roared. The terror of the mountain bled into fury, and fury into suspicion. In her mind, threads knotted together: Jestro’s madness, Alliyah’s closeness, Jade’s tears.

It made sense — in the way madness makes sense.
Alliyah had been there all along. Watching. Waiting. Perhaps even guiding Jestro’s hand.

Kate staggered back, her shadow swallowed by the doorway. Neither Jade nor Alliyah saw her. Neither turned their head.

And in that silence, Kate’s grief hardened into resolve.
If love had been stolen from her, if betrayal had rooted itself in the two she once trusted, then the only cure was fire.

Her heart whispered one name: revenge.

TO BE CONTINUED...

05/09/2025

Chapter Four: A House Made of Quiet Joy

Their home was small, but every corner breathed warmth. Sunlight spilled through the curtains like liquid honey, painting golden patterns across the wooden floor. In the kitchen, the scent of tea leaves mingled with the faint sweetness of bread just out of the oven.

Kate sat at the table, hair tumbling loose over her shoulders, sketching absentmindedly on the corner of a notepad. Her lines were soft, hesitant, as if she were capturing dreams before they fled. Jade entered with two steaming cups, setting one beside her.

“You draw even when you don’t notice,” Jade teased, brushing her lips gently against Kate’s cheek.
Kate smiled. “And you love even when you don’t speak.”

They moved through the space like two notes in harmony. Jade hummed while folding laundry by the window; Kate read aloud from a book, her voice rising and falling like a gentle tide. Sometimes they paused just to look at one another — a glance filled with entire conversations.

That evening, they curled together on the sofa, a blanket draped across their laps. Outside, the rain began to fall, tapping softly against the glass.

“Do you ever think about forever?” Kate whispered.
Jade kissed the crown of her head. “I don’t have to. I feel it, right here.” She pressed Kate’s hand against her chest, where her heartbeat thudded steady and strong.

The house was quiet, but it was not silence. It was the sound of safety, of belonging, of two souls weaving themselves into something whole.

And for that night, nothing else existed but love.

Chapter Five: At the Summit of the Sky

The summit held them in silence, as though the mountain itself understood the sacredness of the moment. Wind rushed soft across the grass, carrying with it the scent of pine and stone, while the horizon bled into fire-colored dusk.

Kate’s hair tumbled loose in the breeze, strands catching the fading light like threads of gold. Jade reached for her, fingertips brushing along her cheek as if afraid the world might vanish if she touched too boldly.

Their lips met first as whispers — the kind of kiss that tasted of promise. But when Kate leaned closer, when Jade’s hand found the hollow of her back, the kiss deepened, blooming like flame coaxed into life.

They sank into the meadow at the mountain’s crown, laughter spilling between kisses. Jade’s hand wandered upward, tracing the curve of Kate’s shoulder, the line of her collarbone, as if memorizing her piece by piece. Kate shivered beneath the touch, her breath quickening, her heart rising to match the rush of the wind.

Jade drew back for a moment, eyes dark with devotion, searching Kate’s face as though for permission written there. Kate answered not with words, but with a kiss so fierce and tender that the earth itself might have trembled.

Their world became nothing but skin and warmth, heartbeat and breath. Jade’s hands moved slowly, reverently, each touch an act of worship, each kiss a vow. Kate yielded, opening herself like a flower to sunlight, her body arching into Jade’s embrace.

The stars began to pierce the sky above them, one by one, as their passion climbed higher. Kate’s breath broke into soft gasps, her voice tangled in Jade’s name. And when the moment crested, it was not just passion she felt but release — a shattering into wholeness, as though her soul had poured itself into Jade’s hands.

They lay entwined in the meadow, flushed and breathless, gazing up at the newborn constellations. Kate pressed her forehead to Jade’s, whispering, “Up here, it feels like the world belongs only to us.”

Jade kissed her again, slow and sweet, a promise anchored in the night.
“Then let’s keep it,” she said.

And for that brief eternity on the mountain, they did.

Chapter Six: The Unraveling Silence

The morning after the mountain, Kate awoke with Jade’s arm draped across her, heavy with sleep. The light that slipped through the curtains was pale and tender, touching their skin like a secret blessing. For a moment, Kate thought the world had ended in joy — that there would be nothing but days like this, days stitched together with laughter and breath.

They lingered over breakfast, over smiles, over the quiet rhythm of life that only deep love can weave. But even as Jade spoke of little things — a new book, a walk by the seaside, the flowers that might bloom soon in the park — Kate felt something shift in the air.

The sound of a knock startled them both.
It was ordinary — three raps at the door. Yet in its echo Kate felt a tremor, a warning she could not name.

Jade rose to answer, but no one stood waiting outside. Only the wind stirred the leaves along the path.

Later, as Kate went about her errands, she felt eyes upon her. Once by the grocer’s stall, again at the corner where the road bent toward the trees. A shadow just out of sight, gone when she turned.

By evening, Jade noticed her silence.
“You’re far away,” she said gently, tucking a strand of hair behind Kate’s ear.
Kate forced a smile. “Just tired.”

But when she lay beside Jade that night, listening to the steady rise and fall of her lover’s breath, Kate’s eyes remained open. The darkness beyond the window pressed closer than usual, heavy and watchful, as though the night itself had chosen her.

And somewhere, unseen, someone whispered her name into the silence.

TO BE CONTINUED...

03/09/2025

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Ashes of Forever
by Dany
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"Love is fire.
It warms, it guides, it saves.
But left untended, it consumes everything — even itself."
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Prologue: The Museum of Quiet Things

Long before the fire, there was light.

In the hushed halls of a museum, where marble floors whispered under quiet footsteps, two women walked side by side. Their laughter rose like music, soft enough to disturb only the dust, bright enough to carve itself into memory.

Kate paused before a painting — a storm at sea, waves crowned with foam. She tilted her head, her voice no more than breath.
“It looks like us.”

Jade smiled, her hand brushing Kate’s. “Then even the storm has beauty.”

They kissed there, beneath the silent gaze of stone and canvas, unknowing of the eyes that lingered in shadows.
Eyes that envied.
Eyes that burned.

But for that moment — that fragile, eternal moment — the world was only theirs.

Love, after all, always begins as art: something delicate, something precious, something too beautiful to last untouched.

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Chapter One: The Museum of Quiet Things

The museum was nearly empty, its marble floors echoing only the hushed footsteps of two women walking side by side. Jade’s laughter lingered in the air like a fragile melody, brushing against Kate’s heart the way sunlight caresses glass.

They stopped before a painting — a seascape, waves crashing wild and luminous. Kate tilted her head, eyes drinking in the turbulence on the canvas.
“It looks like us,” she whispered.
“How so?” Jade asked, her smile soft as dawn.
“Because even the storm has beauty when you’re near.”

Jade slipped her hand into Kate’s, and the silence between them became sacred. Around them, the world stood still: the statues, the oil portraits, the history trapped in frames.

But not all eyes in the museum were made of stone.
In the corner of the gallery, Jestro watched, his stare burning like a candle left too close to paper. He told himself it was admiration, devotion even — but deep within, it was hunger, a fever that refused to cool.

And just beyond the velvet ropes, leaning casually against a column, stood Alliyah. Her gaze lingered not on the seascape, nor on Kate, but on Jade. Longing traced her expression like cracks in porcelain, fine and dangerous.

Neither Jade nor Kate noticed the two shadows watching. They only saw each other, and for a moment, that was enough.

Love, after all, is brightest in the beginning — before envy sharpens its teeth, before devotion curdles into obsession.

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Chapter Two: Beneath the Willow Trees

The park was a quilt of green and gold, stitched together by the gentle sway of leaves. Beneath the great willow trees, Jade spread a blanket, and Kate lowered herself beside her, resting her head against Jade’s shoulder.

Children’s laughter rang from the playground, distant and sweet, while pigeons wheeled above like gray confetti. To Kate, the world was soft, tender — as if every detail had conspired to bless this afternoon with peace.

“You always find beauty,” Jade murmured, brushing a strand of hair from Kate’s face.
Kate smiled. “No — beauty finds me through you.”

They kissed, a quiet union beneath the curtain of willow branches.

But peace is fragile.
From the opposite path, Jestro lingered, pretending to feed breadcrumbs to the pigeons. His jaw tightened as he watched the kiss, his hands clenching until crumbs became dust.
A voice startled him.
“She doesn’t belong to you.”

It was Alliyah. She leaned against the willow trunk, her eyes fixed on Jade with a longing that mirrored Jestro’s own for Kate.

“You want her too,” Jestro accused softly, narrowing his eyes.
Alliyah didn’t deny it. Her lips curved into the faintest smile. “And you want Kate.”

For a moment, the air between them trembled, thick with unspoken schemes.

“If we break them,” Jestro whispered, “perhaps what we desire will be within reach.”
Alliyah’s gaze lingered on Jade’s laughter, carried like music across the grass. She nodded once.

Beneath the willow trees, a pact was born — silent, poisonous, and unseen by the lovers who still believed the world was theirs alone.

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Chapter Three: The Language of Waves

The sea spoke in tongues of foam and salt, its breath scattering pearls of spray across the shoreline. Jade and Kate walked barefoot along the wet sand, their shadows stretching long, hand in hand, as if the ocean itself had tethered them together.

Kate stopped to watch the tide. “Do you think love is like this?” she asked softly.
“Like the sea?” Jade tilted her head, curious.
“Yes,” Kate said. “Always returning, no matter how far it drifts. But dangerous too. If you’re not careful, it swallows you whole.”

Jade smiled, pulling Kate into her arms. “Then let it swallow me, as long as you’re there.”

They kissed against the wind, and the horizon burned with the last embers of sunset, painting their embrace in gold.

Yet behind them, two figures lingered where the dunes gave cover.

Jestro’s eyes glowed with restless fire, watching Kate’s every movement as if memorizing her body in the amber light. His heart pounded with a craving too sharp to name.
Beside him, Alliyah leaned into the dune grass, her gaze fixed not on the sea, nor the sunset, but on Jade — her expression one of yearning carved deep enough to wound.

“They’re too strong together,” Alliyah whispered, bitterness threading her voice.
“Then we break their strength,” Jestro muttered. “Piece by piece, until they crumble.”

A gull cried overhead, its lonely voice swallowed by the waves. The sea kept rolling in, infinite and indifferent — as love was, as jealousy was, as fate was.

Jade and Kate laughed as the surf chased their ankles, never sensing the eyes upon them, never hearing the vows of envy carried off by the tide.

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