Lost Desires
Stuff I write. My quotes. Some poems. Maybe even narrated stories. Basically just a junkyard of my overcrowded thoughts. Hmmm, maybe not the best way to describe a book, oh well. Read it if you may. Idk. Meh.
Stuff I write. My quotes. Some poems. Maybe even narrated stories. Basically just a junkyard of my overcrowded thoughts. Hmmm, maybe not the best way to describe a book, oh well. Read it if you may. Idk. Meh.
Hi! their i am a bit nervous because it is my first time that i am writing some thing on public hope you all love it......:) well my story revolve around a girl named innaya she is preety but not beautiful and also how can i forget about them the dhoombors.....I am not a bigg fan of them but a small fan i like them ve...
So guys this is it it's my first story I hope I do justice to it and hope you guys will like it the story will mostly be in English language but it may have a few words or may be sentences in urdu!!! Never Loose Hope Never give up on your Faith and never stop believing in your dreams because miracles do happen you ju...
"He meant a lot to me. Every smile, every glance from across the room. Every time he made me laugh so hard, I couldn't breathe,"she said trying to fight back the tears. "He's doing that with her now. I wonder if I ever meant anything to him,"she added.
I stared at the body. She was lying there unconscious and blood was coming from her head where she had just been hit. I slowly backed away and ran from the scene.
This story is about 4 desi girls who come to America to study but little did they know that they life is going to take such a big change by introducing them to the one and only DHOOMBROS. These girls were die hard fans of them. But kya Yeh dosti,Pyaar ya phir Dushmani say milinge.Each one of the girls had different pe...
"Alvida hussain" Kainat said... Shoot! "Nahi tum mujhe chor ke nahi ja sakti kainat... NAHI!!" hussain screamed but she was gone... Forever. "Woh toh chale gai Sain. Now their's no one to come between us" Asma said with a evil laugh. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ This story revolves around three lifes. Kainat, Hussain and Asma. Who...
"Don't ever tell me what to do again." He spoke, my wrists pained as his grip on them tightened after every word he let out of his mouth. I closed my eyes, scared of this person before me that wasn't Hussain, it just can't be him. I knew that I would get a bruise on my wrists after this, tears flowed down from my...