Emma megan

07/20/2025

Need love♥️♥️

07/18/2025

07/05/2025

04/30/2025

Celebrating my 1st year on Facebook. Thank you for your continuing support. I could never have made it without you. 🙏🤗🎉

04/22/2025

When Coffee Met Rain"

On a rainy afternoon in a small bookstore café, Maya sat by the window, sipping coffee and flipping through a poetry book. The soft patter of rain on the glass matched the rhythm of her thoughts — quiet, scattered, and a little lonely.

Across the room, Arjun noticed her. He wasn’t usually the type to approach strangers, but something about her calm presence pulled him in. Holding his own cup, he walked over and asked, “Is this seat taken?”

Maya looked up, surprised, but smiled. “Not at all.”

What started as a simple conversation about books turned into hours of laughter, shared dreams, and the beginning of something neither of them expected — love that felt like home.

They kept meeting at the same café every week, rain or shine. Over time, coffee turned into dinners, stories turned into memories, and two strangers became each other’s favorite chapters.

04/21/2025

04/21/2025

Sweet Apple 🍎🍏

04/21/2025

"When Stars Align"

Once upon a time in a small coastal town, lived a girl named Aisha who believed in stars and a boy named Rayan who believed in nothing at all.

Aisha loved painting sunsets and listening to the waves whisper secrets only she could hear. Rayan, on the other hand, lived with books, numbers, and logic. They met one evening when Aisha’s painting fell into the ocean and Rayan, passing by, dived in without thinking and saved it.

“You saved my sunset,” she said, smiling.

“It’s just a painting,” he replied, but couldn’t stop looking at her eyes—full of wonder and colors he didn’t know existed.

They started meeting often. Aisha taught him how to dream, and Rayan showed her how to stay grounded. Their worlds slowly became one—messy, magical, and real.

One night, lying on the beach, Aisha pointed at the stars. “Do you believe in fate now?” she asked.

Rayan looked at her and said, “I don’t know about fate. But I believe in us.”

And in that moment, even the stars seemed to shine a little brighter—just for them.

04/20/2025

do you wonna a bite😏?

04/20/2025

Owao big pizza size curvy model 🍒🍓,

04/20/2025

Title: First Love

There was a little street in the old city of Lucknow, where every evening smelled like chai and echoed with soft ghazals. In that street lived Noor, a girl who loved books more than anything, and right across from her lived Aarav, a boy who saw beauty through the lens of his camera.

Every morning, Noor would come to her rooftop with a book, and Aarav would secretly capture her in his camera—trying to freeze those quiet moments. Her eyes told a story, one that only Aarav seemed to understand. Then one day, he finally gathered the courage to leave her a little note:

"If your smile were a photograph, it would be the first frame in my gallery."

To his surprise, Noor smiled and replied:
"And if your words were a book, I’d read them every day."

From that day, their story began—step by step, each moment a new chapter, each glance a new emotion. It was love, but without noise. A story written in silence, understood only through stolen glances and shy smiles.

The world never noticed, but they said everything with their eyes.