Within the bustling city of Dhaka, Zahra and Ayan navigate the delicate dance between desire and faith, while Rafi and Aziza find solace in their unrequited love. Their intertwined stories, woven with longing and melancholy, unfold against a backdrop of Bangladeshi culture, exploring the complexities of love, faith, and self-discovery.

While listening to some of his beautiful songs, my mind was drowning in emotions and my fingers flew over my dashboard, writing little poems about Zayn Malik and his remarkable music. <3

"-So try it" Grayson says suddenly to Brea. "Try what?" Her eyebrow raises with intrigue. "You said you can snap your fingers and turn your feelings off... like a light switch, you said, just like that?! So, fall in love with me and then one day...just... stop. and move on," Brea was taken aback by his words, thinking there's no way he was serious. Unimpressed, she gets up to leave and laughs at him saying,"you're crazy." But as she shakes her head, on her way to the door, he grabs her arm and says,"no, I'm serious, B. If you're telling the truth that you have great communication skills and don't get clingy or jealous, then what's the worst that could happen?" She lets out nothing but honesty,"I never said I had great communication skills." "It was implied. So what do you say?" He puts his hand out for her to shake and agree on the proposal. She looks at it then joins his hand and asks,"how long?" "A year," Grayson suggests easily. She disagrees which prompts him to ask her,"how long does it take you to say you love someone?" Brea hesitates to answer, knowing she's never been in love before. "Six months, take it or leave it," they agree. With a confident smile on his face, Grayson promises Brea something, saying,"by the time this house is built, you'll be in love with me." Just Like That by Natasha Carmen 2019. ~ The day you decide it's over, it's over. ~ Cover by @aestenne 💜

i give myself to you, on a silver platter---to observe, to understand and to feel. i give you a peek. ------------------------------ i write this on my phone, in between studying, procrastinating and panicking because this is my first ever story. i, as an amateur not-so-much-of-an-author expose myself to you. constructive criticism with valid points are welcomed wholeheartedly. please be gentle with me and my story. every word and every punctuation comes from my heart so i plead with you to go easy on me and my imperfect writing. isn't it only natural that my story is as broken as me? |unedited|