2025wattpad Stories

~ NOOR ~ a soul story beyond time... beyond reality "Some stories aren't meant to be lived... they are meant to be felt." She never became the artist the world expected- But she lived like one, quietly. Aairah-the girl who painted emotions instead of canvases, Who wrote silence into poetry, And found more meaning in clouds, moonlight, and old pages than in people's words. Then one night... she opened a forgotten page from an old diary. And everything changed. There was a voice-without rhythm, without face- But full of light. Full of feeling. It led her to a gate she'd never seen before, A gate to another world... jahan sapne aur haqeeqat ki lakeer dhundhli ho gayi thi. "If you walk with me... you may never return. But if you choose to stay behind, I promise-I'll live in your dreams forever." This isn't a typical love story. It's a story of connection beyond form, Of emotions too deep to name, Of a presence that lives not in the world, But in her heart, her art, and every quiet moment she breathes. Noor is for those who: feel everything too deeply, love in silence, and believe that some bonds are meant to be dreamt, not defined. If you've ever looked at the moon and felt like someone, somewhere was looking back... If you've ever fallen in love with a voice, a feeling, or a dream... If you've ever loved someone without touching them... If you've ever found peace in pain, or poetry in loneliness... For the ones who feel too much. For the ones who write their pain into poetry. For the ones who believe dreams are sometimes more real than reality... Noor is for you. ---

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He was even more breathtaking than the photographs she'd seen. Taller than she anticipated, with a powerful build that hinted at a life lived beyond the confines of a boardroom. His dark hair was meticulously styled, framing a face both ruggedly handsome and intensely sharp. Eyes, the color of a stormy sea, held a captivating intensity, assessing her with a disconcerting precision. There was an almost a predatory quality to his gaze, a sharp, piercing look that made her skin prickle with a strange mixture of fear and exhilaration. He wasn't smiling, but his lips were slightly curved, a subtle hint of amusement or perhaps something darker.