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]

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

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. 💌

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

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

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.

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

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.

this is about growing up. about all the emotions, feelings and thoughts you experience while just living.

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...

"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"

Enjoy a private glimpse into my mind, which is not given even to those closest to me. I hope you can find a friend in the words on your screen. I don't have an upload schedule; it may be a long time between uploads. I'm just writing when the inspiration hits. Some of the earlier poems are kinda shitty (Like really bad). They are some of my first-ever poems, so please don't judge based on the first ones. They get better, I swear. 😭 P.S. Feel free to correct any grammatical errors in my writing. I am by no means a professional, and I'm sure I have made many mistakes.

These are the words that came when I couldn't stay quiet, Pieces of thoughts I whispered to myself, Moments I couldn't hold in my chest.. These are just fragments of what I felt, what I saw and what I thought.. Read them if you want, skip them if you don't These are my little echoes, wandering quietly..! Hope you'll like it ✨

Just a writer with curious mind, overflowing with feelings that no one understands. A piece of paper and pen has became her friend instead. Is there anyone who could understand this secretive writer? (I know my poems are long but I try to express it in that way. That is my style of writing. Please my dear readers, please read it with patience. And I hope you'll love it)

Fra is shaped by self-awareness, trauma, contradicting thoughts and feelings, and by being a failed nihilist all at once. He sees the world with unforgiving clarity and retells his experiences with a disgustingly honest, almost too-confessional voice; shameful thoughts, taboo urges, the parts that make us "bad" friends, and the desires we can't shake off. Therapy was supposed to fix him, yet all it ever did was make him more painfully aware of everything wrong. He knew the causes, the patterns, the diagnoses-none of it helped. He walked into every session already knowing the answers and walked out with nothing to do with them. A mind that understands itself too well and still can't heal is its own kind of hell. Despite wanting to be numb, he isn't numb enough to stop caring-yet not hopeful enough to start living the way he, or society, insists he should. Knowing exactly what's wrong yet having no idea what to do with that knowledge is only one of the many tortures his emotional intelligence has handed him. [This story is a 1st person view based one, Fra and the author are not the same person characters Like Ivan or other ones may be based on real experiences but aren't real people and made up]

Address unknown. Recipient unreachable. Unwritten Letters is a haunting anthology of 'almosts.' It is the poetry of the unsent text, the swallowed heartaches, the questions that have no answers to and the love that was too big for the wrong person. A visceral reminder that sometimes the most important things we say are the ones we say to the ghosts of people who are still alive.

Every poem is a shadow,a whisper of pain, A life lived in darkness and silence. The verses bleed truth and illusion, lingering along after every last line.. Step into a world where nothing is as it seems, Where every line carries the weight of a thousand unseen lives.