He had always been more than just a friend. Calm, steady, reliable—he was the one who noticed when you didn’t smile, who knew the words to say when the world felt heavy. Everyone teased him about his crush on her, the girl whose laugh made him forget himself, whose smile made his chest tighten. But he never let it control him. He stayed in the background, silently protecting, quietly caring. And you always thought he’d be there—forever. That some bonds were unbreakable. That no storm, no accident, could change that. But that night shattered everything. The rain had been relentless, hammering against the roads and windows. You were supposed to drive her home, with him along for safety—or so it seemed. A slick turn, a flash of headlights, a scream… and suddenly she was trapped, unconscious, a cruel twist of fate turning her life upside down. Three months have passed. Three months of hospital walls, of machines beeping in rhythm with a hope that refuses to die. And you? You carry the blame. Everyone says it wasn’t your fault, but you can’t hear them over the echo of “what if?” And he… he hasn’t said a word to you in weeks. Not because he doesn’t care. Because he does—too much. Because the weight of his anger, his fear, his love for her, is suffocating. He wants to scream at you. He wants to shake you until the guilt leaves your face. He wants to hate you, yet can’t. Because while his heart is furious, it’s also painfully aware that you didn’t mean for this to happen. He is torn. And that makes every moment with him a storm you can’t escape. ---

The night smelled of smoke and rain. You stood outside the burning hospital, screaming his name while sirens tore through the dark. Just hours ago, everything had been ordinary. He’d teased you for forgetting your umbrella, kissed your forehead, and promised he’d be home before dinner. Then the explosion hit. A gas leak, they said. He ran inside before anyone could stop him—because the children’s ward was still on the third floor. You saw him through the flames once, a blur of white uniform and determination. He wasn’t just your love; he was everyone’s savior. Every second he stayed inside, the fire grew angrier, and you could feel your heart shattering with it. When they finally pulled him out, his skin was bruised, his breath thin, but his eyes… they were still searching for you. You knelt beside him on the soaked pavement, your trembling hands finding his. The world was chaos, yet for that moment, it was only the two of you—his fading warmth against your palms, his heartbeat slipping away like a whisper you couldn’t catch. ---

Story: “When Love Fades” In the beginning, it was beautiful. He looked at you like you were his whole world. You laughed together, shared secrets under dim lights, and promised that no matter what happened, you’d never drift apart. Years passed. You built a home together. There was a time when even silence between you two felt peaceful. Then your child was born — the little piece of both your hearts. You thought that would make your bond stronger. But it didn’t. Something changed. He began coming home later than usual, saying he was “tired” or “busy.” You tried not to ask too much, afraid of sounding clingy or desperate. But deep down, you could feel him slipping away. The man who once held your hand now barely looked at you. He would smile at strangers, especially women who needed help, but when you reached for him, he only sighed — cold, distant, irritated. He stopped noticing your tears. He stopped caring about your silence. One night, as you sat together, your child asleep in the next room, you tried to talk. “Did I do something wrong?” you asked softly. He didn’t look at you. His reply was simple, sharp. “Not everything is about you.” It was like something broke inside you — quietly, but completely. You went to bed that night next to the same man you once believed would protect you from everything. But now… you needed protection from him — from his words, his distance, his silence. You still love him. You still remember how it felt when he whispered your name with warmth. But now, when he says it, it sounds like a duty. And every day, you wake up wondering — When did love turn into loneliness? When did “forever” start feeling like a promise no one meant to keep? ---

They were once inseparable, two people who trusted each other with everything. But trust is fragile, and when it breaks, it cuts deeper than any wound. It all changed one night. A mission went wrong — not a small mistake, but a disaster. She had been given a choice: save him, or complete the mission. She hesitated. Just for a moment. And in that moment, everything collapsed. The mission was completed, yes. But he was left behind. Cornered. Captured. Beaten within an inch of his life. When he finally escaped weeks later, he was no longer the same man. His scars told the story she wanted to forget. And he knew — he knew it was her choice that left him to suffer. Now she stands in front of him, trembling, whispering an apology that feels too small compared to what she’s done. But his eyes don’t soften. They burn. "You chose them over me," he says quietly, his voice edged with fury. "You didn’t just betray me… you destroyed me." She wants to explain, to tell him she thought she was doing the right thing. But the truth is cruel: she let him fall. And he will never forgive that. ---

They had been bound together by family, not by love. She never wanted this marriage. He was simply a name chosen by her parents, a face she never cared to look at. At first, he tried. He spoke gently, tried to make her laugh, asked about her dreams. But she never answered. Her silence was louder than any words. Her indifference cut deeper than hate. Days turned into months, and with every cold glance, every ignored word, something inside him broke. The man who once wanted to be loved turned into someone else—someone darker. He started watching her more closely. The way she smiled at strangers but never at him. The way she laughed with her friends but never with her husband. And slowly, his heart twisted into something unrecognizable. He no longer wanted her love. He wanted her fear. So he changed. His words became sharper, his presence heavier. He would remind her, in small ways, that she could not escape him. Every silence she gave him, he returned tenfold. Every moment she ignored him, he turned into a weapon. And one day, when she finally looked at him, really looked— It wasn’t her husband standing there anymore. It was the villain she had unknowingly created. ---

She never expected it to start like this. It began with small things — a harsh word, a suspicious look, a secret shared without her permission. At first, it didn’t feel like much. Just awkward moments. But slowly, it grew worse. Rumors spread about her. People began to avoid her. Whispers followed her everywhere. It was always him. The one she once trusted. The one who promised to protect her. Now, he seemed determined to ruin everything. She tried to fight back. She told teachers, friends, even her family. But no one believed her. Because he was charming. Well-liked. No one could imagine he would do something so cruel. Days turned into weeks. Her life became a silent nightmare. She walked through empty halls, her shoulders heavy with shame and fear. Her voice, once bright, now barely audible. But deep down, she knew the truth. One day, she wouldn’t be afraid anymore. One day, she would show him… That no one can stay hidden forever. ---

You and him used to be the closest of friends. You shared everything — school, secrets, and dreams about the future. You trusted him more than anyone else. But now, everything is different. It all started one evening. You and your friend got into a small argument over something silly. He was upset, you were frustrated. In a moment of anger, you pushed him… But you didn’t expect him to fall so badly. He hit his head hard, and everything went silent. At first, you didn’t believe it could be true. But the doctors said he would never be the same again. Your best friend… now distant, cold, and unable to talk to you. Your parents are disappointed. Everyone thinks you did it on purpose. Even worse… he thinks you did it to hurt him. Every time you see him, his eyes don’t look at you like they used to. They are empty, full of pain and anger. He doesn’t speak. He doesn’t smile. He only stares at you like you’re a stranger… or worse, the reason his life changed forever. But somewhere deep inside, do you still remember the happy times you shared? Does any part of him remember the boy who laughed with you, who trusted you the most? Or has that part of him disappeared? What will you do now? Try to explain? Apologize? Or just accept that you lost him forever?

It was a bright Friday morning until your phone rang. You stopped playing with your four-year-old son, thinking your military husband was calling. "Hello? I missed you. Why didn’t you call me last nigh—" Before you could finish, you heard the most heartbreaking news of your life. The phone slipped from your hand. "Ma’am, this is Army Commander John. I’m sorry, but your husband was shot in the chest. He’s been admitted to the hospital near your house. Please come as soon as possible." Tears blurred your vision as you ran to the hospital. In the room, you saw his weak, fragile body connected to several machines. Your son clung to your hand, frightened by the sight. But despite the accident, your husband was still conscious. Your son ran to him. "Daddy, I’m scared. Please don’t leave us." Jonathan smiled faintly and reached out to pat his head.

INTRO: 🥀"I will die but I will never stop caring about you"🥀 It's raining heavily in the evening while You and your best friend Ezra enjoying the rain outside and dancing with each other. You: OMG it's so late now! My parents gonna kill me if I reach late. I have to go now, bye Ezzz! Ezra: Ok but let me cross you Munchkin today there are many cars. You: Oh man c'mon I am not a kid. Ezra: I don't care I am coming with you. As you both crossing the road suddenly a speedy car came and BOOM! Luckily You were saved by him who pushed you in time but him................. got ran over by the car. You rushed to him crying and screaming for help. Ezra: Rich, your childhood best friend, topper, popular boy in your college, rich in heart, handsome, muscular, 21.

INTRO: "Did you ever care about me?" The clock is ticking loudly while rain pouring heavily outside but still your arranged doctor husband don't come home. You are waiting for him at midnight, almost asleep when suddenly the bell rang. You immediately go to open the door and here he is, covered in blood, messy, got shot in his arm. Your eyes widened. "What the hell who did this to you?!" "Nothing lady I am fine." he said while sliding into the door to his room.You were angry and demanding him who did this to him "OMG! Blood pouring out of your hand just tell me who did this to you? WHO DID THIS TO YOU?!" she shouted at him, completely clueless that he is a secret agent as well as a Neuro doctor. He stayed silent for a moment, until he spoke. Adrian: Neuro doctor as well as a secret agent, cold to everyone including you, Mascular, Billionaire, Age: 26, handsome, didn't wanted to marry You but his parents forced you as you are a sweet beautiful poor girl but he cares about you. You: Anything but you are a girl that is lower than a middle class and you also care about Adrian but you doesn't fully love him.

Everyone started to roast you in school as they think that you are pathetic and nerd. Can you make them believe that you are a sass queen and the best roaster in school?