#1 in obsessiveromance #1 in gulzar #1 in geet #1 in poeticwriting #1 in loveandmadness This story is not perfect. It's personal. It's not just about love-it's about madness. About that one voice, one person, who becomes a part of your bloodstream without even knowing. I wrote this for the one who doesn't even know I exist. Talwiinder-your songs didn't just touch my soul. They invaded it. They didn't heal me. They wrecked me-beautifully, silently, completely. Every line in this book comes from that chaos. From the 2 AM cries. From the 3 AM replays. From the feeling of falling for someone just because their voice makes pain feel poetic. Maybe I'll never meet him. But through this story... I did. So no, this isn't just fiction. This is me-writing love with madness, Bleeding ink for a voice that became my heartbeat. If you're reading this, thank you for not judging my obsession. Thank you for letting me fall-unapologetically. She never met him. Never touched him. But his voice became her obsession, her escape-her ruin. A university girl with ink-stained secrets, she poured every breath of her madness into a book. A story written for him. About him. Because of him. Talwiinder, the man with the voice that healed millions, never knew someone had already surrendered herself to him- completely. Until he read the book. And everything changed. Now... She isn't the only one obsessed. Dive into the story of Mehwish X Talwiinder "Haseen: The Voice That Ruined Me" 🖤 A story written in silence, amd heard by the soul.

A fleeting encounter, a familiar voice, and a coincidence too perfect to ignore. Just a short story for your night-time daydreams - where music meets coffee and a stranger feels like destiny. Oh! Wait not a stranger, it's Talwiinder So i made a spotify playlist for anyone wanting to head Talwiinder's songs but like my personal favs: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/36lSpMil4TU7DA9QvoAtNz?si=gwPNqSw8QbyEQTBWzKZp-w

(Talwiinder x Y/n) You didn't fall for a face. You fell for a voice. In 2020, lockdown gave you: a stranger, a mic and late-night conversations you weren't ready to let go. Then one day, he vanished. No goodbye, no explanation. Three years later, the same voice is everywhere. On your screen. On your feed. And now... in your workplace. You don't want to recognise him. He never forgot you. Some connections don't end. They just go offline- Letting fate decide the journey.

Based on a underrated talented Punjabi singer Talwiinder..... A story where a singer is obsessed with his one fan..... and the singer will start stalking .... not gonna say any other thing...... 🎵✨️💋

(𝙃𝙚𝙖𝙫𝙮 𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙨𝙢𝙪𝙩, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙤𝙛𝙩 𝙧𝙤𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙜𝙪𝙮𝙨𝙨𝙨𝙨!!!) "𝗜'𝘃𝗲 𝗵𝗮𝗱 𝘀𝗼𝗻𝗴𝘀.... 𝗛𝗶𝘁𝘀..... 𝗙𝗮𝗻𝘀..... 𝗕𝘂𝘁 𝗵𝗲𝗿? 𝗦𝗵𝗲'𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗼𝗻𝗹𝘆 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗜 𝗰𝗮𝗻'𝘁 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗽 𝗿𝗲𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴." . . . (𝙋.𝙎 :- This is my first wattpad fan fiction, and i would like to mention Simar Kaur for co-writing this story and sharing this brilliant idea with me, love ya bbg! 💋)

He was the boy from a small town in Punjab... The world knew him as Talwiinder - the mysterious voice, the artist behind the paint. But nobody knew the real story he carried under that paint. This is a real-inspired journey of a boy who crossed continents, lost himself, broke his heart, and found a new identity in music. From Tarn Taran to global stages, from silence to songs, from heartbreak to hits - this is the pain the world never saw... but always felt in his voice. Behind every lyric he wrote, there was a wound. Behind every stage he performed on, there was a fear. Behind every white stroke of face paint, there was a truth he was hiding. This is not just a story of fame. It's a story of a misfit who turned his pain into power. A story inspired by the real life of Talwiinder. Raw. Emotional. Unfiltered. If you want to know the boy behind the paint... the boy behind the heartbreak... the boy behind the music the world loves- Welcome to his journey.

He's older.. wayyyyy older. But you know what they say, "Hot girls like older men."

ɪɴꜱᴘɪʀᴇᴅ ʙʏ "ᴛᴜ" - ᴛᴀʟᴡɪɪɴᴅᴇʀ She works with Talwiinder every evening in his dim studio - fixing his lines, shaping his lyrics, never seeing more than half his face behind paint or a mask. She thinks she's helping him write love songs for someone else. What she doesn't know is that every word she edits, every line she creates, is actually meant for her. He's been confessing his love through the songs she herself helps him write - expressing everything he feels for her, hidden in the very lyrics she pens for him. Better buckle up. It's gonna be a looongggg slowburn ride!