Faded Stories

⋆˖↬𝗧𝗿𝗶𝘀𝗵𝗻𝗮𝘃𝗶 - 𝗜𝗻 𝗣𝗿𝗲𝗺 𝗪𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗛𝗲𝗿 𝗔𝗿𝘆𝗮 ~ 𝐀 𝐒𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐁𝐨𝐫𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐒𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 ❖ 𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 | 𝐋𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 | 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 D E D I C A T I O N "To the ones who loved with folded hands instead of holding hands. To those who gave without ever asking. To every heart that worshipped in silence, and still believed in forever." This story is for you. Because your love was never small. It was just... sacred. 💫 ✧--------------------------------------✧ ⋆˖↬𝑻𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒏𝒂𝒗𝒊 𝑻𝒓𝒊𝒑𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒊 - The Girl Who Loved Like A Prayer - Raised in the lanes of Vrindavan, blooming amidst tulsi and chants. - Her heart beats only for Krishna - whom she calls her Arya. Soft-spoken. Deep-hearted. Her soul? Made of surrender. A florist's daughter, a priest's pride, and a lover of silence. ⋆˖↬𝑴𝒖𝒌𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒀𝒂𝒅𝒖𝒗𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊 - The Calm Before Every Storm - A business tycoon by Profession, but a seeker by heart. - He never believed in accidents. Until one day, her letter slipped... and touched the part of him even he didn't know existed. Disciplined. Composed. Terrified... of falling in love with someone so divine, he felt unworthy. ✧--------------------------------------✧ ✧ She loved him with the softness of folded hands. He feared her love like one fears the gods - with trembling reverence. No dramatic confessions. No promises shouted under the stars. Just one letter. One shared silence. And a love so eternal... even destiny bent to bless it. ✨ 𝐃𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐓𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐤𝐮𝐧𝐝'𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐲𝐞𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐣𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐲 - 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞

You're everything to me. You are the light for my darkness... And now... My light starts fading away...

Contains Alan Walker's song lyrics Source from YouTube

My 2nd collection of poems written from absolute emotion and my perspective of things. The 2nd part and poetic continuation of my previous release "Moonlight". Highest Peak: #110 - Poetry

Peep into the book to know what's actually inside the box.....

~ Faded words and jumbled thoughts ~

"As seconds pass by, I can imagine the serum working, extracting his memories of me. I can imagine myself slowly fade from his life, until I was nothing more than thin air." Six years after Allegaint, Tris Prior returns to Chicago to start a new life. The past six years has been living hell, going through simulation after simulation, and examined like a specimen by scientist David has secretly hired. Four years ago, Tris had escaped the prison once, going to Chicago to find her one and only, who have been grieving for her ever since she "died" in the Bureau, so that he can help her end this hell. But they failed, and in order to make sure that none of her friends were harmed, Tris strikes a bargain with David. Now Tris has not only escaped, she has forever terminated the experiment. She's ready to leave it all behind and become someone new. Even if she's broken beyond repair. Even if the person that had made her feel safe and loved is forever gone. Tobias is a broken man, broke by his childhood and the war. When a new girl arrives to the the city and becomes a part of his circle of friends, he can't help but notice there's something different about her, something familiar. Can Tris find herself back? Can Tobias be mended with the help of the new and mysterious girl? Can their love still survives even after all this time? ++++++++ Disclaimer: I do not own some the characters. They belong to Veronica Roth. I also do not own the places and songs mention in this fanfic. They belong to their rightful owners.

Some flowers can lose their beauty in the hands of the wrong florist

Just some thoughts.

It seems as if the most controversial question is, "What happens when we die?" Victoria, after having passed away decades ago, watches over a young boy, as she attempts to not fade away like the others.

The Chronicles of Rosaline Sok, read and see how she handles everyday situations, and finding ways out of awkward situations, and relationships.

How Simple Life Was

my imagination sucks

What was once a deep, unwavering bond with Leeknow begins to unravel, leaving you questioning everything about love, trust, loyalty, and the person you thought you knew.

The memories we share will never fade from my head...

A poetry story upon the ways of life and death.