Assalamu alaikum wa rahmatullahi wa barakatuh 🖤 I will be sharing some reminders (: For those who are willing to dig in are heartily welcome <3 and those who just came to visit, JazakAllahu khairan kaseera, anyway :D

When the lips are sealed, the mind begins to talk.

speechless heart ...

There are times in our life when we miss someone or something more than everything else. But it seemed too impossible those things to happen. When those things happen we consider them miracles. We all have limited time in this life. But why ? Why now ? What if I stayed longer ?

They asked me : do you write poetry or poems ? I write what I feel, I don't know if that's a poetry or a poem, a quote or just a text. I write what I feel and never regret for expressing my feelings and my pain. I should be less sensitive and emotional that's what I've been thinking for these past days Stop believing in people, that's what You're gonna regret, You know how much it hurts when they stab you on your back.

Previously Titled Show Me The Way Junji Motohara is a billionaire who is bent, but not broken. He's been in a dead marriage with Rie Inugami, who is currently dating her ex-boyfriend Joushima Guzobuta, with a checkered past. Because of the affair, Junji decided to divorce his toxic ex-wife and seek revenge for all of the emotional and mental abuse he had to endure by her for three years with some help from his parents, friends, and his old lover, Misato Hanabishi, from his high school days. But when his first love told him about the real reason why he left Tokyo, Junji will do whatever he can to prove his ex and her boyfriend that he's not kind of man she made him out to be. Can Junji be able to succeed with his revenge plan and get back together with his one true love or will his ex-wife and her new boyfriend self-destuct without him lifting a finger after the divorce? Warning: This story NOT a cliche story and spoiler alert the wife is the villian, not the main character.

True love isn't always living together happily forever, but sacrificing and to let go. ♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤ She wasn't perfect, neither was him. But both had their own dark truth behind. What happens when their dark pasts interfere in their blissful present. ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡ The first time I saw him was in my classroom. The next time I saw him was in dark room with a gun in his hands..... ------------------- Rose is reserved and non social, her life wasn't adventurous but it was sorted. But destiny had different plans for her... Life took a big turn when she was right in front of her killer. Will she die? Or always be waiting for a second chance..... ♧ ♧ ♧ ♧ ♧ ♧ ♧ ♧ ♧ ♧ ♧ They were in love then what could possibly go wrong. Its too dark to be romantic. Note:Beginning may seem ordinary, but plot twists are always saved for lasts! ●English isn't my first language so spare my grammar please:) Cover made by: @SpiritedQueen

20 year old Tina Malhotra shifts to Mumbai to find herself living with two handsome guys Raj(the playboy) and Rohan(the good guy) She is with one of them but also feels a pull towards the other. Both of them fall for her but whom will she fall for?

I walked down the road i used to walk a million times, years ago to meet you. I wondered how time had changed and we had drifted apart. I recalls how early morning or afternoon I used to pace down the street among crowds of people. Each step increased my anticipation and the ache in my heart as I grew nearer your place, hoping to see you on the same couch smiling back to me,but you were no more there. It has been ages since someone loved me like you did. Someone held me with the same eagerness and warmth that you held me with and whispered love into my veins that seeped and made home in my bones. Each step I took down the road and each corner reminded me of you, the hunger and love I held for you back in those years. I smiled but I swear my heart ached and I really miss the way you used to make me feel. Remember, how you always held me close enough. I still remember how your scent infused with mine. You would call me silly, but sometimes when i smell a similar one? I think about you. It is weird how a fragrance brings back so many memories. I walked the same path again and the weather was the same, gloomy, dark, windy and the sun peeking out a bit. Just the way we liked it. I paced down the streets but now with a heavy heart and slow steps because I wanted to take the walk down the memory lane slow. There was no urgency in my walk and to be honest? I tried my best to relish each step and recall what I had with you. We lost it.You died. I carried on with my life. If given another chance? and you reborn, I swear I would walk right back to you like I always did and hold in my arms like they are my refuge. I would repeat each mistake, Each innocent sin under the curtains drawn and dimly lit room because you were the only one who showed me the light when my world was nothing but darkness.