Summary

Some loves are written in hearts. Some are worshipped. And some are powerful enough to give birth to divinity itself. This is not a story of love born from desire. It is the story of a love so pure that it asks for nothing, yet gives everything. A love beyond possession, beyond physical longing, and perhaps... beyond even the limits of humanity. Two souls bound by something deeper than fate must discover what love truly means when devotion becomes more intimate than touch, sacrifice becomes a language of the heart, and loving someone becomes an act of worship. But when love reaches its purest form, does it remain love? Or does it become something divine? Perhaps gods were never meant to be worshipped because they were powerful. Perhaps... they became powerful because someone loved them enough to become a god. THE BIRTH OF THE GODDESS A story where love is not merely felt. It is worshipped. So, let's learn together the 'true meaning of LOVE'

Genre: Romance/Fantasy

Author: Aren Vale

Status: Ongoing

Chapters: 2

Rating: n/a

Age Rating: 16+

A little about me and the story.

Before you begin...

Ummm... first of all, HELLOOOOOO to everyone!

(Well, I’m not really expecting anyone to read this, though.)

I’m absolutely not a writer—just a 12th-standard science student who decided, perhaps quite foolishly, to escape reality and enter a world of her own imagination

So please, don’t expect perfect grammar, breathtaking vocabulary, or the kind of writing that leaves you wondering whether the author has secretly been writing for years.

Nope.

I’m writing this simply because sometimes reality becomes a little too loud, and the only thing you can do is disappear into another world.

A world of gods.

Of devotion.

Of something so pure that perhaps even the heavens would fall silent before it.

And yes... I know that sounds dramatic.

But this story is divine.

I don’t know where this story will take me. I don’t know whether anyone will ever read it, whether I’ll finish it, or whether my ideas will survive the moment they are forced to leave my mind and become words.

But for now, I simply want to write.

To take everything that has been wandering endlessly through my imagination and give it a place to exist.

So, here is what I have in mind.

I want to write a story about a love that is divine, selfless, and pure.

A love that exists beyond physical desires yet feels so deeply intimate that it might make you cry.

A love that asks for nothing.

A love that expects nothing.

A love that does not wish to possess.

And yet... it becomes everything.

Perhaps, when you truly love someone without wanting anything in return, love itself becomes a form of prayer.

Perhaps devotion and love were never meant to be different.

And perhaps...