Viral chats & messy love stories. The kind that start with “Can we talk?” Clips. Twists. Daily drama.
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🎬: Mayandi, a farmer, is asked by the villagers to grow paddy for an annual temple festival. However, he gets arrested under false charges while his crop gets ruined due to neglect.
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花嫁が新郎の祖母に帰ってほしいと言った瞬間、披露宴会場は静まり返った。
なぜ彼女が突然あんなに怒り出したのか、誰にも分からなかった。祖母は結婚式に出席するために約4時間かけてやって来ていた。手には青い布で包まれた小さな木箱を持っていた。
私はその日、金沢のホテルで結婚式のカメラマンをしていた。これまで何百組もの結婚式を撮影してきたが、花嫁が年配の招待客にあんな言い方をする場面は初めてだった。
花嫁の美咲は29歳。新郎の亮は31歳だった。披露宴が始まるまでは、何もかも順調に進んでいた。
亮の祖母、文子が二人のテーブルに近づくと、笑顔で木箱を美咲の前に置いた。
「夜が終わる前に、これをあなたに渡したかったの。」
美咲は箱の中をのぞいた。
その笑顔が消えた。
彼女はふたを閉め、箱を押し戻すと、亮に何かをささやいた。
亮は困惑した表情を浮かべた。
すると美咲は立ち上がり、周囲のテーブルにも聞こえる声で言った。
「申し訳ありませんが、この方には結婚式にいてほしくありません。」
EBUKA retweeted
🎬 🍿 Prince Neymar Jnr. The Prince that never became a king 🤴 ⚽️🤯❤️
Pure talent 🎬 ⚽️❤️🎥
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10年前、夫がパンドラの美しいブレスレットを買ってくれた。
私が自分で選んだ特別なチャームがついていて、その中には子どもたちを表すものもあった。
私はそれをとても大切にしていて、特別な日だけ身につけていた。
ある夜、コンサートに行く準備をしていたら、ブレスレットがなくなっていることに気づいた。
あちこち探し回った。
アクセサリーはいつも、タンスの上にあるジュエリーボックスにしまっていた。
そのとき、あることを思い出した。
1週間前、家族で夕食を食べたときに妹が家に来ていた。
妹は薬物依存の問題を抱えていて、その頃は回復中だという話だった。
私はブレスレットのことを妹に問い詰めた。
でも妹は盗っていないと言い張った。
結局、夫が代わりのブレスレットを買ってくれた。
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I made my stepmother so miserable that she left my father, and I'm not sure I'd call it a win.
My mom was sick for four years. Not a clean, dramatic illness, a slow one, with good months and bad months and a house that smelled like hospital soap. I was thirteen when it started. I learned to cook, to read pill schedules, and to sleep with one ear open.
My dad was there, in the way a man can be in the room and gone at the same time. He worked late. He took "business trips" that didn't make sense. He started wearing cologne again, the kind he'd stopped using when I was small.
I found out about her by accident. I was fifteen and borrowing his phone to call a pharmacy. A message from a contact saved as "Dana's Accounting" read: Miss you already. Is she asleep?
I knew who "she" was. I stood in the garage with that phone in my hand and heard my mother coughing through the wall.
I didn't tell anyone. I thought Mom had enough to carry. That was my first mistake, and I made it for a good reason.
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The Covenant 2023
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7.5/10 ⭐ اکشن, هیجان انگیز
در طول جنگ افغانستان، یک مترجم محلی جان خود را به خطر می اندازد تا یک گروهبان زخمی آمریکایی را نجات دهد و او را به پایگاه اصلی بازگرداند و ...
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The Ledger
Thanos did not ask Natasha Romanoff to kneel. That was what unsettled her most. He simply sat across from her on the dark deck of the Sanctuary II, chains on her wrists, and poured two cups of something warm.
"You were made into a weapon," he said. "A girl taken, trained, and pointed. You know what I am, Widow. I am the one who finally asks why the weapon never gets to choose."
"Flattering," Natasha said. "Is this the part where you offer me a job?"
"An offer, yes." He set a small glowing sphere on the table. Inside it, a tiny city flickered with life. "Your Red Room is gone, but there are a thousand more like it across the stars. Children trained to kill, because their worlds have too little to feed them. I can end that. All of it, in a single act. All I need is someone who understands those children well enough to choose which worlds I begin with."
The room went quiet. She saw what he was doing. He wasn't threatening her, which would have been easy to resist. He was handing her the one thing she had wanted since she was twelve: the power to make it stop.
"You want me to pick who disappears."
"I want you to pick who is spared," he said gently. "Surely that is a mercy."
Natasha looked at the glowing city in the sphere, then at the cup in her hands. For one long moment she let herself imagine saying yes. Then she thought of Yelena, and of Clint at a kitchen table, and of the thousand small, stubborn, unplanned things that had made her more than what she'd been built for.
"You know what they gave me in the Red Room?" she said. "A list of reasons. Every order came with one. This man is dangerous. This one deserves it. They were always good reasons, and I believed them." She slid the cup back across the table. "Then someone gave me a choice with no good reason attached, and I took it. That's the only thing that ever made me free."
Thanos tilted his head. "And what choice is that?"
"The one you can't make." She smiled, tired and sharp. "You don't want to save anyone, big guy. You want to be the only one who gets to decide. That's just a bigger Red Room."
For the first time, something flickered across his face. It wasn't anger. It was the discomfort of being seen.
He rose, and the sphere dimmed in his hand. "You will die believing you were right."
"Probably," Natasha said. "But I'll die choosing."
Hours later, a crack of light split the hull, and a familiar voice crackled through her comm: "Nat? Tell me you're still alive."
She looked at the empty chair across from her.
"Still choosing," she whispered.
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Ich ging mit einem Mann auf ein Date, den ich überhaupt nicht attraktiv fand. Eigentlich nur, weil meine Mutter nicht aufhörte, mir zu erzählen, wie nett er sei. Sechs Monate später fragte ich mich selbst, wie ich ihn beinahe hätte verpassen können.
Als wir uns zum ersten Mal trafen, dachte ich während des größten Teils des Abends daran, wie anders er im Vergleich zu den Männern war, mit denen ich normalerweise ausging.
Er war nicht besonders charmant, versuchte nicht, mich zu beeindrucken, und schien sich mit Stille vollkommen wohlzufühlen.
Als er anbot, mich zu meinem Auto zu begleiten, bedankte ich mich und fuhr nach Hause, ohne damit zu rechnen, noch einmal von ihm zu hören.
Am nächsten Nachmittag schrieb er mir und fragte, ob mir das Restaurant gefallen hatte.
Ich antwortete höflich, und damit sollte die Sache eigentlich erledigt sein.
Doch ein paar Tage später schickte er mir ein Foto von einem Dessert, über das wir beim Abendessen gesprochen hatten. Er hatte herausgefunden, wo es das gab, und dachte, dass es mir gefallen würde.
Ich musste über die Nachricht lächeln, obwohl ich immer noch kein Interesse an ihm hatte.
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For six months, I thought my landlord was entering my apartment when I wasn't home.
My food would disappear. My bathroom mirror would be wiped clean. Sometimes I'd return from work and find the television switched on, even though I always unplugged it before leaving.
I complained to the landlord. He changed the locks twice.
Then one Friday, I came home early and found a woman sitting at my dining table.
She was wearing my clothes.
Not similar clothes. My actual clothes.
She was eating from my favourite plate, scrolling through my phone, and humming a song I hadn't heard since childhood.
I screamed.
She looked up, completely unfazed.
Then she said something that made my blood run cold.
You're home early today.
I grabbed my phone and called the police.
But before I could finish explaining, she stood up, walked towards my bedroom, and said:
Please don't wake Mum. She's been having a difficult week.
My mother had been dead for eleven years.