Deepthoughts Stories

He was trained to lie. She was never meant to question. Hamza lives behind a carefully crafted identity - a spy bound by duty, secrets, and a past he can never reveal. Love was never part of the mission... until Yalina. She trusts him without hesitation, loving him for who she believes he is, unaware that every moment they share is shadowed by truth he cannot confess. As his world of deception collides with her unwavering faith, Hamza must choose between the life he was assigned and the love he never expected. حمزہ و یالینا

My old poems and quotes. Currently editing. Finished (2021)

These are truths I was never taught to speak. Here lie the words I swallowed, the pain I buried, and the questions they told me not to ask. For the unheard. For the unseen. For the ones who feel too much in a world that tells them to feel less. I write for you. I write for me.

"𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐢𝐭; 𝐢𝐭 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝- 𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐚𝐫-𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦-𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐡𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐞𝐦𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐲 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲-𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐝𝐨 𝐈 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐲? 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞, 𝐩𝐮𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐮𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐰 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲. 𝐖𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐦𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐲 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐨." -------------- I have been stealing stars and descending into derived madness; it is to satisfy the parasite within me. These poems are all for them: to relieve the aching, to stop the itching. In this way, I hope to stay a little bit longer and touch the hearts of people feeling the same way.

Some stories don't end - they linger, like April rain on quiet days. 𝐀𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚 is a collection of moments that exist in the in-between - where beginnings feel uncertain, endings arrive softly, and emotions refuse to fade completely. Each poem captures fragments of connection, loss, growth, and quiet realization, unfolding like petals that never fully close. This is not a book of perfect endings. It is a book of almosts, echoes, and afterglow - of feelings that stay long after they should have left. Step gently into 𝐀𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚, where every page holds a piece of something once felt, and never entirely forgotten.

A new student enters Class A-1, friendly, driven-and hiding more than anyone knows. As friendships form and tensions rise, whispers spread of something far worse lurking beyond heroes and villains. An ancient threat begins to stir-one powerful enough to shatter both sides. Enemies must unite. Secrets will surface. Trust will break. And when the truth comes out... not everyone will survive. (Yes, it sounds very boring, but trust me, the more your read it, the deeper it gets) (In this AU, Deku is a former villain, inspired by "A change of heart" and now wants to be a hero to pay for his actions, if you want me to write a story about him, just say so. Also, Shigiraki never died, Toga is in jail, and even though Dabi is severely injured, he is still alive.)

Random poems from yours truly

Raw thoughts. quiet pain. loud feelings. "Unfiltered Heart" is where everything I never said finally finds a voice.

A poetic collection where nature, elements, and emotions find their own voice. Each diary unveils a soul, reminding us that everything around us lives, feels, and speaks - if only we listen. Penned by Piku GYUN 💚🌿 Note 👉 Images Credit: Gemini Ai, Canva & Pinterest 🎗️HIGHEST RANKING 🎖️#1 bestseller (26th November 2025) 🎖️#1 poetess (29th November 2025) 🎖️#1 bookofpoems (12th November 2025) 🥈#2 diaries (25th April 2026) 🥈#2 speak (12th November 2025) 🥉#3 bestbookever (22nd November 2025)

In a town where rumors move faster than the wind, an ensemble of strangers finds their lives tangled in ways none of them can explain. Urban legends spread through Amaruqucha like wildfire, anonymous posts, and the rise of dangerous figures lurking beneath the surface. Amid this growing tension, Xochitl from Mexico, arrives in Peru expecting a calm semester. She expects noise, color, and culture-but not the feeling that the town is watching her back. While Sisa, a local resident whose life is bound to secrets she cannot yet name. Secrets tied to the land, to the shadows, and the town seems to be watching her, tracking her steps as if it already knows her name. Their worlds should have remained separate. Yet Amaruqucha has a way of pulling people together, weaving their paths into a single, tightening thread. As supernatural rumors collide with strange people conflicts and hidden agendas, the town becomes a maze of shifting truths. With every step they take, the mystery deepens. With every rumor, the danger grows. And with every passing day, the line between legend and reality fades. In Amaruqucha, nothing is coincidence. And once you're part of the story, there's no way out. ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ ꜰᴀɴꜰɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ɪ'ᴠᴇ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛᴇᴅ ʙᴀꜱᴇᴅ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʀᴀɪʟᴇʀ "ᴀᴘᴜᴋᴜɴᴀᴘᴀ ᴋᴜᴛɪᴍᴜʏɴɪɴ-ᴀ Qᴜᴇᴄʜᴜᴀ ᴍᴇᴀɴꜱ "ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇᴛᴜʀɴ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴏᴅꜱ", ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ ɪ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴇxᴀᴄᴛʟʏ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏꜰꜰɪᴄɪᴀʟ ꜱᴛᴏʀʏ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ. ɪ ᴡᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴇxᴘʟᴏʀᴇ ᴍʏ ᴏᴡɴ ᴠɪꜱɪᴏɴ. ᴛʜɪꜱ ꜰᴀɴꜰɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ɪꜱ ᴍʏ ᴀᴛᴛᴇᴍᴘᴛ ᴛᴏ ɪᴍᴀɢɪɴᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍʏꜱᴛᴇʀɪᴇꜱ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʜᴀᴏꜱ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱʜᴀᴅᴏᴡꜱ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴄʀᴇᴇᴘ ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪᴠᴇ

"Not everyone who looks at you truly sees you. Some only notice the version of you that serves their silence. Others love you not for who you are - but for the void you fill. This is a story of someone who walked through the world unarmed, carrying emotions like time bombs, trying to survive in a world of polite conversations and cruel forgettings. This isn't a love story. This isn't a motivational diary. It's a quiet rebellion. A philosophical autopsy of being a 'phase' in someone's life. If you've ever felt unseen even while being watched, loved but never chosen, or used in the name of healing - this is for you. Because some pains are only visible to the ones who feel them. And not everyone has equal eyes."

Thoughts from the throne Random Off the dome Candle strong Raw and emotional personal core capturing a mood, a situation, or a message. Thanks for reading. Before leaving please leave some comments. However you feel.

Textiles is a collection of the tangible--threads you can hold and turn in your hand. It explores gothic betrayal, dignity, history, and the ache found within uncovering truths. These objects carry beauty, but within their hidden seams lies the heart of this series.

A bunch of words strung together randomly. A book of unorganised thoughts. A couple concerning, a few pretty. My diary. I could be anyone. I could be your best friend, your worst enemy. Your family, a stranger you saw on the bus. The girl in class you never noticed, your teacher, the ld man that reads news paper at the park. I am a person in this world, and this is my diary.

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]

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.

What happens when the world goes quiet, but your mind doesn't? 𝐍𝐎𝐂𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐄 isn't a story. It's a series of moments, the kind you don't talk about in daylight. The kind that sit with you when the room is dark, when the clock is too loud, when sleep refuses to be kind. These poems don't ask to be understood. They ask to be felt. From fragile beauty hidden in unexpected places, to silent battles no one sees, to thoughts that linger somewhere between breaking and becoming, this collection moves like the night itself-soft, restless, and a little unforgiving. Some poems will feel like comfort. Some will feel like confrontation. And some will feel like they were written from a place you've been trying to avoid. Read it slowly. Or don't. The night doesn't rush. And neither do the truths waiting inside it.

Ever feel like a walking contradiction? ​Like your thoughts are in a field of flowers, but your eyes are focused on the people moving too fast to keep up with the day. ​This book is a collection of my random thoughts on life, love, and the beautiful mess of being human. ​Welcome to the conversations I forgot to say out loud. 😊

✦ 𝐖𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐩𝐚𝐝 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐀𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐲 𝐑𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐓𝐨𝐩 𝟒 𝐢𝐧 𝐀𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐲 Not everything is meant to be remembered. Some things are recorded anyway. This collection gathers short fiction written across different moments, different worlds-each one circling the same quiet question: What remains when something is no longer meant to stay? These stories move through memory, identity, and the systems that decide what is allowed to remain. Some were written for competitions. Others were never meant to be recorded at all. They are placed here, now, as record. Contents include: • Lyrical, atmospheric fiction • Institutional and character-driven narratives • Fragments, anomalies, and recovered entries Status: Archive Entries Ongoing Update Schedule: New entries added every Wednesday and Sunday @ 7:30 PM EST Some records fade. Others refuse to. Additional essays and fragments can be found under The Quiet Archive.

This is the story of a girl named Sarah and a boy named Rafeel Abdul Ghafoor. Sarah was an ordinary girl, living a simple and peaceful life, never expecting anything unusual to change her world. She followed her daily routine like everyone else, unaware that life was quietly preparing a new chapter for her. Then one day, without searching for love or even thinking about it, she noticed a boy named Rafeel Abdul Ghafoor. They met in school, in the most unexpected and ordinary way. Yet sometimes, the smallest moments become the beginning of the biggest stories. What started as a simple meeting slowly turned into feelings she could not understand. Was it love? Was it just attraction? A crush? Or something deeper that had no name yet? Sara herself did not know. All she knew was that something inside her life had changed. She felt something unfamiliar whenever he was near-a feeling she had never experienced with anyone else before. It was gentle, strange, and impossible to ignore, as if his presence awakened emotions she never knew existed. This story is about Sarah's journey-through confusion, emotions, growth, and the lessons life teaches when the heart begins to feel something for the very first time.