Deepemotions Stories

Victoria was a rising star in the music industry. She worked hard to get where she was, building her position from the ground up. Victoria was still fresh in music but her albums already breaking records every time. When things quiet down, an unexpected woman catches her attention. And before she knew it - she was falling for the woman more than she expected. Life seemed to be perfect before Victoria's family members decided to ruin it all. Members from it resent her from rising to the top and having a good life The big question is: Do they have enough will to outrun struggles together or will they set them apart for good?

These chapters are moments based on the songs the author has imagined them in. These are pieces of love and longing based on the mood of the song.

Arya'ti was known for her strength and her spirit-a fierce and determined young warrior of the Omatikaya clan. She took pride in her independence, never relying on anyone, not even her father, who had always pushed her to be self-sufficient. Her life revolved around mastering her skills, perfecting her aim with a bow, wielding her knives with precision, and honing the silent strength that allowed her to remain unshaken. Will love find its way through the barriers around Arya'ti's heart?

जानम, देख लो, मिट गईं दूरियाँ मैं यहाँ हूँ, यहाँ हूँ, यहाँ हूँ, यहाँ कैसी सरहदें? कैसी मजबूरियाँ? मैं यहाँ हूँ, यहाँ हूँ, यहाँ हूँ, यहाँ ~ सुन सको तो सुनो धड़कनों की ज़बाँ मैं यहाँ हूँ, यहाँ हूँ, यहाँ हूँ, यहाँ कैसी सरहदें? कैसी मजबूरियाँ? मैं यहाँ हूँ, यहाँ हूँ, यहाँ हूँ, यहाँ ~ ~Drishti "Love, for me, is devotion. I cannot see him, but my heart recognizes him the way a prayer recognizes its own peace. Love is trusting his voice in every silence, holding his hand as if it is the only light I know. It is the faith that even in darkness, his presence will guide me home. People say love begins with sight but mine begins with surrender, with believing in someone I have never seen yet feel in every heartbeat. For me, love is sacred, a quiet promise to stay, to trust, to belong. And if this is devotion... then I live my whole life loving him. ~Ekaksh "Drishti... If your love is devotion, then mine is gratitude - gratitude that God trusted me with a heart as pure as yours. You say you can't see me, but you don't need to. Because every time you hold my hand, I feel seen in a way I never have before. You walk through darkness with faith... and that faith makes me stronger. You call my presence your light, but the truth is you are the reason I know what love truly is. If love is sacred for you, then for me, you are sacred. Your trust is my prayer, your heartbeat is my peace, and your devotion... that is my entire world.

Some love stories are not written to be shown, they are written to be felt. Mehram-e-Ishq is a tale of unspoken emotions, shattered trust, and a love that bleeds silence. When hearts love deeply, they don't break loudly- they ache quietly. This story was born on fleeting screens, but it continues where love is meant to stay- on pages that remember. If you believe love is not always gentle, if you believe pain can be poetic- welcome to Mehram-e-Ishq. ....➥ Couple Aesthetic ~1 Salambek Aziz • King of Merciless Haram Ghazi • A Civil Lawyer ✧ #SaRam ~2 Marwaan Saifi • Luxury Real Estate Ruba Shah • Luxury Interior Designer ✧ #RuWaan ~3 Rimsha Aziz • University Chairwoman Zaki Khan • Underground Hacker ✧ #ZakiSha ~4 Faris Quraishi • NGO Head Safiya Saifi • University Professor ✧ #FarIya . . . Previously known on Instagram, now continuing exclusively on Wattpad. ➥ For Phase 1 & 2 Check out on Instagram - @_.velvet.ink ➥ For phase 3 previous parts check out on Instagram - @void.scripts._

Amanda Claire is new in her cousins high school. With her bubbly personality, she's easily drawn to Oliver Martins after bumping into him on her first day of attending Haumort high school. Martins the guy with dreadlocks. Silent, minding his business. Everyone says he is bad news. But is he really? Or is the world's judgement too harsh on him for a past he had no control over? When Claire finds out that Oliver, is her best friend that left her years ago, is she going to forgive him? Or will she make him pay for causing her heartbreak? Will they let the past slide and reconcile or are they going to dwell on it, let unforgiveness prevail and stay away from each other? Even after developing a new friendship and forming a bond that is so pure and strong?

Loving him felt like standing too close to fire. Warm. Dangerous. Addictive. Aanya never trusted love. Rudra never loved halfway. Their story unfolds through longing glances, emotional distance, late-night confessions, and the kind of silence that screams louder than words. This is a slow-burn romance filled with passion, heartbreak, obsession, healing, and the kind of love that refuses to die-even when people walk away. If loving someone deeply is a crime, this story proves some hearts will always choose guilt over safety.

Two souls damaged by the past meet at the wrong time, yet feel right together. As emotions grow deeper and fear grows louder, they struggle to understand what binds them. Is it attachment? Is it comfort? Or is it love?

This isn't a love story. This isn't poetry. This isn't a diary. This is the archive of someone who thinks too much and feels too loud. A book for the ones who romanticize stars but understand black holes. For the ones waiting for a love that feels like silence being understood instead of noise being answered. If you're here, maybe this book was looking for you too.

He met her in a game. She stayed up late talking to him, laughing, giving hope to a heart that forgot how to feel. He fell. She didn't. This is the story of 60 days, of spring that felt like forever, and a love that was never really his.

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PLEASE READ FULLY: "Between the Tears and the Tiny Moments" is a tender, unfiltered collection of poems tracing the inner landscape of a first-time mother navigating postpartum depression. Through quiet confessions, aching honesty, and flashes of fierce love, these poems hold space for the exhaustion, the guilt, the loneliness-and the small, sacred moments that keep her reaching for light. This book is a reminder that motherhood can be both beautiful and brutal, that healing is not linear, and that even in the darkest seasons, a mother's heart keeps learning how to stay. This collection is still in the making. My baby is still in infancy, and I am still finding my way through the shifting landscape of postpartum. These poems are my diary-an unfolding record of the tenderness, the ache, the small miracles, and the moments that nearly undo me. I am writing from inside the experience, not after it, and I want you to feel that honesty in every line. One day, when I have made it through the trenches and can look back with steadier hands, I hope to publish this book for every parent who has ever felt alone in their feelings. Postpartum can be beautiful. It can also be brutal. And far too often, the hardest parts are carried in silence. If you are a mother or father walking your own path through postpartum and would like to share a moment, a story, or an emotion to be included in this project, I invite you to reach out. Please send me a private message- I check them every Friday- and I will gladly shape your experience into a poem. Together, we can take raw, vulnerable moments and transform them into something beautiful, something to hold onto, something that reminds us that none of us walk this journey alone.

A love story told backward, unraveling from heartbreak to the very first spark. Mira and Ethan were once inseparable, bound by laughter, stolen kisses, and promises whispered in the dark. But love doesn't always fade in a single moment-it unravels slowly, piece by piece, until one day, you're standing in the ruins of something that once felt unbreakable. Their story begins at the end-a bitter breakup, the weight of unspoken words, and the quiet devastation of goodbye. But as the pages turn, we move backward through their memories, peeling away the layers of resentment, distance, and misunderstandings. We see the first cracks, the fading magic, the promises they never kept. Until, finally, we arrive at the beginning-their first meeting, the rush of falling, and the beautiful, innocent love that started it all. Some love stories end in heartbreak. This one starts with it.

Aariel Sharma doesn't believe in "home" anymore, not after losing her parents, not after years of pretending strength while her world fell apart. She is a CA intern by day and a quiet survivor by night, living alone in a Delhi apartment with only her dog and her silence. Riaan Malhotra on the other hand, is everything she isn't , a world renowned chef, adored online and envied offline. But even with millions watching he cannot escape the one thing that keeps him awake-Guilt. Between sleepless nights, broken kitchen lights and the quiet ache of rain soaked roads their worlds collide once more. But can two burnt souls ever trust love again or are they only meant to melt like butter.Soft, Fleeting, Gone?

They say that two people connected by the red string are destined lovers-no matter the place, time, or circumstance. This invisible thread may stretch, tangle, or fray... but it never breaks. A bond that defies logic, yet feels achingly real. This is a collection of poems about longing, hope, and the kind of love that never makes sense... A connection we can't explain, yet feels so deeply. For the ones who love and wait. For the souls who carry deep yearning and quiet hope. For those who believe in destiny and soul ties that transcend time and space. For the hearts that feel everything deeply. Maybe your soul will recognize mine between the lines.

Reader I will not go much in description...just read and let imagery flow in your cranium. A teenage love story but unsure if it is "love".. ill update the story soon ; peace & love to all ♡

Is it an ending or a beginning? I can't tell anymore. The quiet is too loud, echoing in places where thoughts used to live. Everything is still... too still... and yet, somehow, this silence feels right. Maybe this is peace. Or maybe it's the moment before everything starts again.

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We run after the ones who turn away. We ignore the ones who never left. And we mourn the ones who slip through our fingers when we finally notice. What Runs, What Stays, What Leaves is a haunting monologue of love misplaced, of loyalty unseen, and of silence that says too much. Told in lyrical prose, this piece captures the quiet tragedies we live through every day-the people we chase, the souls we overlook, and the regrets we carry once they're gone. If you've ever held on too long... or let go too late... this is for you.

"Everyone has flaws; some people are just better at hiding them than others." he was a bomb and she was the detonator but together they were simply atoms