Depth Stories

🪷 Rasika Mahalakshmi Mehra - The quiet heavenly beauty. Not mute. Just hurt beyond what words can carry. Shaped by a world that never learned how to speak gently to her, or care her. The mysterious personality in the room - her face and heart used different words - One of love and other of being hurt. The beauty even heaven would lack ; The kindness no one had ; A broken form of love. RADHA OF KALIYUGA. 🪷🌙✨ 🖤 Advay Malhotra - A silent power, no one can beat. Deep, calm, serious person, who was never like this before, but was made. Cold face;Broken heart;Rude to himself more than world - Until she comes, breaking the cold face into never fading smile:Healing the broken heart with just a glimpse of her;Breaking his rudeness to himself into love and care. She made him feel proud on himself to arrive on earth, as he could watch her one glimpse. KRISHNA - HEALED BY RADHA - OF KALIYUGA.🌸 🌿 🧿 You might feel Rasika is phyiscally beautiful, but Advay knows beauty of her heart, A Special One. Met by accident. Or perhaps the universe had written their story long before they arrived. He fell first and fell harder. She fell next - but was caught by him. <3 RASIKA - "Advay Ji, you deserve better, I am not made to love, or to be loved." ADVAY - "Rasika Ji, Aap toh swaym hi Radha Rani ho, you spread devotion of kindness, and you have made this old rude vibes man a whole Krishna in your love. And I will make sure this Krishna is only devoted to her Rasika." And A Pause. A feeling Rasika never felt before - the pure feeling of love. For the first time... she doesn't prepare herself to be broken again. *Love story, a story of immortal love, remembered by generations* She Loves back, cause she came to know that it was for life. 🪷 A story where silence is language. 🌙 A love that doesn't ask permission-it stays anyway. 🖤 And a promise that even unheard hearts are not forgotten. "ISHQ is not bound to time, cause when it comes time stopes."

Mercy is easier when the world isn't starving. if survival demands cruelty everytime, then what actually survives? The world did not end with fire. It ended with petals that can pierce flesh. Power does not corrupt the heart, it merely removes the the curtains hiding it Even the purest flower drinks from graves beneath its soil. Do everything can be a miracle gifted by the nature? Or merely a curse? Hope is a candle that survives by teaching itself how to burn slowly. Let us ponder in a world where a garden does not ask permission before it devours the ruin beneath it. ----------------------------------------------------------------- [ IMPORTANT NOTICE: "Some" parts of this story is written in a poetic and philosophical style. Some dialogues, symbols, and meanings may not be immediately understood, as they are to be felt as much as they are read. The world within these pages speaks in silence, metaphors(some), and emotion. Interpretations may differ from person to person - and that is part of the story itself. Read slowly. The garden does not bloom for hurried eyes] ---------------------------------------------------------------- [Warning: This story contains violence, grief, and moments of human cruelty. Not all wounds in this world are made by monsters.] ----------------------------------------------------------------- Author's Note: This story was born from silence, ruin, and the strange beauty of survival. Thank you for stepping into the garden. -----------------------------------------------------------------

Daily poetry made by ur chara/yun/yuyu. They will have some mistakes sometimes because of my stupidity so if there are some just comment it. Also the parts that you see for example like (1.) or (2.) aren't sequels they're just made on the same day.

A Jujutsu Kaisen (Philippines) supposedly just another Alternative Universe but it found its own show and believe me it's not jujutsu kaisen anymore.

Milky Way is a constellation of poems stitched from moments of fragility, endurance, and quiet wonder. Each piece carries the intimacy of a diary; fragments of grief, resilience, and time's slow unfolding gathered like stars into a single sky. This collection lingers softly, offering readers a sanctuary where vulnerability glows and connection stretches toward the infinite.

When the Machairodus King, King Dectral, breaks the truce that was held between the Argentavises and the Machairoduses for one hundred and eighty five years, the Argentavises are forced to to scatter and hide from the Machairoduses, waiting for their time to return to Peer Mountain.

පිලිවෙලකට ඇති අපිලිවෙල චිකූගේ ලෝකයට ඔබව සාදරයෙන් පිලිගනිමි🌸🫰 විඩාපත් හදවතක, පියාපත් විහිදුවා ලියාගත් අකුරු හැම දිගහරිමි නොසඟවා හැම කවියෙක්ම නොකියූ කතාවක් හංගගෙන ඉන්නවා🥀 ඉතින්; දවාලන්නට නොවේ ලියූවේ පද__ ______නිවාලන්නට රිසිනි අගුළු ලෑ හද කවිය තුල නොලියවූ මගේ කතාව, ඔබේම හදවතින් සොයාගන්න❤️ " ආදරණීය චිකූ 🌸🫰 "

We spend our whole lives running from the one guest who never asks for an invitation. Elegy of the Uninvited explores the cold, beautiful reality of death.

Sometimes the cure is as intoxicating as the poison, because the truth is rarely sweet. "Potion" is a distilled collection of sharp observations and bitter ironies served straight.

All my poetry collection till i recoverd my life with writing

When, platonic WORDS expressive Words, fail to reveal intentions.. Mask people, hide expressions.. When angry we are at the words of some other, wondering how some bits of letters together could hold so much power; Or, why we feel helpless, desperate and bare. it was the realisation that ..only words could heal words, to make things better ...."like steel cuts steel" but alas the paths wavered some words favored our life slavered. *******†***********†**********†***********

There are some goodbyes you never get to say properly. Some silences that stretch for years until they're louder than words. A haunting meditation on love, regret, and the spaces people leave behind when they're gone. A tender, brutal portrait of what it means to grow up in someone's shadow... and to live in the echo after they've vanished.

My Feelings toward my idiotic father.

A poignant tale of a woman's journey through the emptiness of material success, and her ultimate realization of what truly matters.

In the fractured world of Magmel, where ancient creatures and elemental forces shape the balance between man and nature, a young warrior named Atlas begins his journey toward strength and understanding. As kingdoms clash and forgotten powers stir beneath the surface, Atlas is drawn into a struggle that reaches far beyond his own survival. Burdened by legacy yet driven by purpose, he must navigate a world where morality bends under the weight of power and even heroes are forced to make impossible choices. Each battle reveals more of Magmel's hidden past, a history written in blood, sacrifice, and the remnants of gods long thought dead. As the conflicts around him deepen, Atlas is forced to confront what power truly means and what must be sacrificed to wield it. The choices he makes will shape not only his destiny, but the fate of Magmel itself.

Isabel Almenara gets sent on a mission with a group of other agents. The leader of the mission is insufferable, incredibly sexy Luca Marino. It does include: - Some smut but there will be warnings so you won't have to read it - enemies to lovers - dangerously hot characters - angry love confessions - and more!! You see 600 years ago world war 3 happened. Almost the entire population died because of Nuclear bombs and the radiation. Some survived. About 400 years ago people thought the world was free for radiation. Everyone started to try to rebuild the world, but only after a couple days on the ground people started dying. Turns out the radiation wasn't completely gone, the ones who didn't die was sort of immune. Instead of dying they turned in to these brain dead people. Kind of like Zombies, most people call them muertas. If you get bitten you either die because you aren't immune to their radiation or you turn in to a brain dead killing monster. The good part is that they aren't very smart so killing them isn't necessarily hard. There are 4 different clans of survivors. We got the Bjergins, they are the ones who live up in the mountains. You don't see them much, they keep mostly to themselves. Next up are the Prithvias. Prithvias live under ground, no one have seen a Prithvia in maybe 50 years so most people believe they died out. I'm a Libertas, Libertas is Latin for 'liberty' or 'freedom'. Libertas live on the ground. Some of the Libertas are out here because the clans kicked them out, what the clans would call criminals. Others like me, ran away from our clans. However most of the Libertas are out here because they didn't pass the entrance exam. Every clan has them, when you turn 12 there is an exam you have to take to check if you are worthy of your clan. The last clan is the palace. The palace is the most powerful clan. Most people living in the palace have never even seen the outside unless you're in the army.

Book Three in the Ashes and Vows series. This book can be read as a standalone. In the ruthless world of the Russian Bratva, loyalty is bought with blood and betrayal is punished with death. Power is everything. Love is weakness. And mercy does not exist. Kiril Volkov was raised to become a storm. As the feared heir to one of the most powerful mafia families in Eastern Europe, he has spent his entire life learning how to rule through fear, precision, and brutality. Cold, calculating, and dangerously charismatic, Kiril believes emotions are a liability-until the day he meets the one woman who makes his carefully controlled world collapse. Anna Morozova is nothing like the people who inhabit Kiril's dark empire. She is kind where they are cruel, hopeful where they are cynical, and strong in ways no one expects. But Anna carries secrets of her own-secrets that could destroy everything Kiril has built. Their first meeting is an accident. Their second is fate. Their third becomes a war. What begins as a dangerous attraction quickly turns into an obsession neither of them can escape. Kiril doesn't believe in love-but he believes in possession. And once Anna steps into his world, walking away is no longer an option. Enemies close in, alliances crumble, and the line between protection and control begins to blur. Anna must decide if loving a monster will destroy her... or transform the man the underworld calls The Storm. Because in Kiril's world, there are only two choices: Belong to him. Or be broken by the storm. Stormflower is a dark, obsessive mafia romance about power, loyalty, sacrifice, and a love fierce enough to bloom even in the middle of violence and chaos. #2 in buried - 11.05.2026

People say that love is the most beautiful emotion one can ever feel . So I depicted a piece to express my pov on love. This is neither story nor poetry but something that will speak to your heart , this is metaphorical, yet it has an universal journey of being in love and never letting go. If you love depth then this short piece is for you .

They say stubbornness is only a moment away from turning into stupidity. But it's too late now. I'm trapped in a world with no way out. I live in a vast penthouse-one that might have been breathtaking if the devil himself didn't reside within its walls. He is my husband. My protector. And my ruin. The man I am not supposed to love So I built walls-to shield myself from his power, his wealth, his presence. Walls carved from years of cruelty and silence. But he is a patient man. He never rushes what already belongs to him. He waits. Because he knows the moment I break, he won't need force. He'll tear down my defenses with a single touch and leave my heart in pieces, just for daring to beat for him. He is the man I have spent my life avoiding, the one whose path I was warned never to cross. He destroyed my demons, one by one-only to become the most dangerous of them all. And the worst truth of all? I'm not sure I want to escape him.