Deepthoughts Stories

If u are looking for a mature, light but deep fan fiction of the couple of this year then u are at absolutely right place.The writer of this story is madly obsessed with Rehman × ulfat and is breathing them with every passing minute. This story does not promote any terrorists, their names are used as a character in this story .

I can't stop my imagination after Rehman' s death , I don't want to suffer alone so I wrote this for u to suffer with me 😫. This story does not promote any terrorists, their names are used as a character in this story . This story contains original lyrics of songs - par channa de, sanu nehr wale pul and lambi judai .

It's year 2200. Just a few days ago, the world celebrated a new century. A new era for humanity... But despite that things have changed a lot over those past few centuries, the humans have remained the same. With the advanced technology reaching a new level of power and liberation, the mankind is living in the era of the long desired 'tomorrow' that their ancestors had always been trying to achieve. And their more recent and most praise worthy achievement, being the creation of life itself... A new era for the human kind... A new era...filled with countless possibilities. In life, we find it easier to simply exist...to simply, wander through the unpredictable waves of the society. ~Memento vivere~ Remember to live... ~~~ [Future Earth AU] [All mentioned video game characters belong to Hoyoverse] [Cover made by me]

This story is a fanfiction of rehman Ulfat, rehman returns after the encounter with sp aslam but he forgets his soul somewhere.

A heart that has loved, lost, broken, healed - and still hopes. This is a collection of words I once hid inside my chest. Poems about love, ache, longing, healing, and everything in-between. If you feel too deeply, welcome home. 💌

Tired of trying to be everything. Trying to be perfect. Wrong paths and wrong people and missed opportunities. Am I letting my mental illness take over my life? A look into the mind of a BPD, Anxiety ridden woman. With no identity but her Panic. With my ways it's hard to keep down anything healthy, relationships that don't last but stay with me like my own personal demons. And evil around the corner you'd never see coming. The pain changes you. Trauma changes you. It strips you away from yourself. BPD strips away your identity sometimes I guess this is my way of finding myself again, through writing and reflecting and realizing it is okay to be hurting. This book will include poetry and scenes and think pieces. It will be vulnerable. It will be raw. It will remind you of your own loss. - "She." Xx🥀xX

A young Muslim girl, raised with dreams of love, peace, and a simple life, finds herself stepping into the world of an arranged cousin marriage. At first, it feels like a duty more than a choice-family expectations weigh heavy, traditions tie her down, and her voice feels too small to be heard. Marriage, she thought, would bring security and companionship, but instead, she faces struggles she never imagined. Balancing her identity as a woman, a wife, and a believer, she must navigate the silence of being misunderstood, the challenges of adjusting to a new household, and the loneliness of fighting battles in her heart while keeping a smile on her face. Her faith becomes her anchor, teaching her patience (sabr), trust in Allah (tawakkul), and the strength to rise from every fall. This is not just a story of hardship-it's a story of resilience. A story of how a girl transforms into a woman who learns that marriage isn't only about compromise, but also about finding her voice, her strength, and her path to closeness with Allah. Copyright © 2025 [Light within her]. All rights reserved. This story is born from my heart and imagination. Please respect the effort, love, and time poured into these words. No part of this work may be copied, reproduced, or shared in any form-whether written, digital, or spoken-without my permission, except for brief quotes used in reviews or reflections. Every page carries a piece of me, and I ask that it be treated with the same care and respect. Disclaimer: The characters, events, and places in this story are a mix of imagination and inspiration. While they may reflect real struggles faced by many, they are not meant to represent exact individuals or true events. Any resemblance to real persons is purely coincidental. #Marriage #happiness #struggle #regreat #arrangedmarriage #billioner #book #care #cousin #deepthoughts #drive #familydrama #longing #love #muslim #muslimah #muslimcousin #muslimlovestor #relationship #responsibility

මෙය කතාවක් නොව, හඩ නැතිව කෑ ගසන හිතක දිනපොතක්... Migraine, ඒක හිස රදයක් විතරක් නෙමෙයි... ඒක හිතක් ඇතුලෙ පැන නගින යුද්ධයක්... අවසානයක් නොමැති යුද්ධයක්... අවසානයක් නොමැති දිනපොතක්... මේක diary එකක් විතරයි.. ඒත් මට ජීවත්වෙන්න තියෙන එකම තැනත් මේකයි...

Every heart holds a story, and every story leaves a weight behind. The Weight We Carry is a living collection - written in real time, in the middle of survival, burnout, healing, and trying again anyway. These poems come from the spaces between responsibilities: grocery aisles, late nights, applications, shifts, side hustles, and the quiet moments when everything finally catches up. This collection explores the ache of memory, the exhaustion of caring too much, the frustration of broken systems, and the complicated reality of choosing to help when it costs you something. There is grief here, and anger, and dark humor. There is healing, but it is not linear. Hope shows up when it can, but it doesn't pretend to fix everything. Through raw, unfiltered verses, The Weight We Carry holds space for the people who keep going without applause - the helpers, the burned out, the ones trying to build something better while still carrying their own survival on their backs. These poems are for anyone who has felt the weight of the world press down and kept moving anyway. Not because it was easy. But because stopping was never really an option.

This isn't about a person who goes through fictional visualities. It's more like a diary. A place where we talk about the depth of thoughts and world. It's a book which encompasses the complex nature of the world.

𝐷𝐸𝑆𝐶𝑅𝐼𝑃𝑇𝐼𝑂𝑁 :- 𝐴 𝑐𝑜𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑤𝒉𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝒉𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑠 𝑢𝑛𝑟𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑙 𝑖𝑛 𝑤𝒉𝑖𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑚𝑠... 𝑆𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑝𝑜𝑒𝑚𝑠 𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑒𝑑... 𝑆𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑙𝑎𝑢𝑔𝒉 𝑎𝑡 𝑡𝒉𝑒 𝑣𝑜𝑖𝑑... 𝑆𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑖𝑛 𝑡𝒉𝑒 𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑘 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑟𝑒𝑓𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑙𝑒𝑡 𝑔𝑜...

This book is a collection of my raw, unfiltered feelings put into words. It's about love, loss, hope, and everything in between-moments that make you stop and think or feel something deep. Dive in and see where the words take you.

"A story of love, loss, and the echoes that remain. Because the heart never forgets" Healing is godly thing made to people by people in God's form "Memories never fade - they linger, whispering through the silence of broken heart. When love is lost but never forgotten. the heart remembers every smile, every tear, and every promise left behind that becomes more tragic when the person leaves...... this is the story "Until the Fragments rest"

Soul's Diary | Amanda Krey Syndrome is a collection of pieces of my soul - my true, raw, unfiltered soul. Here you will find my most sincere songs, collections of good and not-so-good things, thoughts and notes that I'm afraid to share, recommendations from the heart, meaningful pictures, and much more. The truth is here. So, welcome!

My cosmic thoughts with love and light 💫✨🫶🏼🙏 this is my baby, and my creative expression, please enjoy

'From my Heart's Attic' is a collection of poems. This book was born from the whispers of my heart. Each poem carries pieces of love, guilt, healing, and hope. From my attic of thoughts to your hands; I hope you find a part of yourself here. Copyright Reserved

Sometimes, when the night is quiet enough, we can still feel it. Like a memory knocking softly, asking if we can still remember everything inside our dreams. The fragments. The quiet thoughts. Even the adventurous wonders. We linger in them, hoping our dreams will lead us somewhere enchanting. We dream. We imagine. We wander into the great abyss-getting lost inside our own Dreamland. The stories we are meant to hold are meant to be written. Each one carries its own tale, its own chapter. And as a dreamer longing to remember, I wrote this for you- to immerse yourself, and to join me inside my dream.

Poems for the lost, the dreamers, and those still learning to bloom. Here you will find stanzas stitched from dreams, verses that blur the line between waking and wandering, poems that speak of breaking and becoming. Written in the language of stars and shadows, This collection explores what it means to lose yourself, to unearth fragments of beauty in the ruins, and to rise again, softer but stronger. For the dreamers. For the seekers. For anyone still learning to grow through the dark. 🌌

This journal is for anyone who's ever felt lost, broken, or tired of pretending to be okay-yet keeps searching for meaning in their pain and finding ways to heal and grow. It's for those who find comfort in reading someone else's heart and realize, "Hey, that's me too." In I Was Here: A Bipolar Diary, Yana opens the pages of her life with raw honesty - one entry at a time. In this non-fiction journal, blending the intimacy of a diary and the openness of a blog, Yana shares deep thoughts, realizations, and reflections about growth, faith, and the quiet lessons found in ordinary days. While Yana lives with bipolar disorder, this is not just about the illness - it's about life itself: the love, the heartbreaks, the stillness, the learning, and the moments of depression that teach her how to rise again. Each diary entry reads like a late-night conversation between two souls trying to make sense of the world. It's a memoir that gently reminds you that your story - no matter how flawed or unfinished-is still worthy of being told.

This is a collection of poems I've written, I plan on adding to the existing ones. My writing can go from the whispers of a broken soul to the chuckles of a joyous heart but overall my intention is expression. I hope that my writings remain immortalised as they touch and connect people.