Longing Stories

What do we call the person who was never ours - but never truly left?

◍ ISHQ JUNOONI - AN INNOCENT LOVE TALE Sweet yet not sweet high school love story😉 "Dedicated to the ones who know that the same person who breaks you is often the only one who can heal you. To those who chose one heart, one presence, one love- and called it everything, even in absence. To those for whom one person becomes an entire universe." ✧--------------------------------------✧ MISHIKA KHURANA "For me, love is the faith I have in Mahadev." VIHAAN RAJVANSH "The love I have for you is something no one can understand, not even you." AKSHAT KHURANA "You are the beginning and the end of my happiness." TANISHA RAJVANSH "My joy has only one destination - you." KIAAN RATHORE "You are my home, my comfort, my safe place." SIYA SINGH "Sometimes love means admiring from a distance." ✧--------------------------------------✧ 1 book. Many different stories. AND SOME TRAGIC YET HOOKING TWISTS😉 ⋆ Dive into the story to know your answers 💖

Almost three years after going their own separate ways, Gon and Killua ache for each other and want to see one another now more than ever before. When the stars seem to mysteriously align just right, the two cross paths, but find that everything they once thought they felt for each other is gone. Facing unknown feelings, strange thoughts, and many, many obstacles, the two find that they want something more, but, as it seems to always work, the world won't let them. Will Killua and Gon manage to navigate their way past these struggles, or will they let everything they once loved burn to ash? Read if you want to find out. (First book ever, might be terrible. Also, first chapters won't be great, it gets better after possibly the fifth or sixth chapters. Cover is not mine, all rights to the artist. The characters aren't mine nor is HXH.) WARNING: Contains Boy Love, swearing, A LOT of angst, violence and blood, alcohol, occasional smoking, and mentions of suicide, no smut. Enjoy reading!~

This is the direct continuation of 𝑭𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝑳𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝑯𝒊𝒔 𝑺𝒐𝒏: 𝑩𝒓𝒊𝒅𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑮𝒂𝒑 (𝑩𝒐𝒐𝒌 2). What really happened that day in the hospital? Was confronting Dewraj a mistake? And why did everything change after that night? The answers lie in the final chapter of the Longing Series. No one is the same anymore. Abhi carries the weight of a mistake that was never truly his. Ansh shoulders responsibilities far heavier than his age should allow. Adhir burns with anger toward the person he once called brother. Aarav stands in the middle, trying desperately to keep his family from shattering completely. And the rest... they are surviving in their own silent ways. But one thing binds them all together. Grief. The grief of an absence that echoes in every corner of the house. Someone's father. Someone's friend. Someone's brother. And the one who once held their fragile world together.

He loved her in silence. From the last benches of college, Anuj's eyes followed only one girl - Anupama. She never noticed him. She never saw the love that burned him alive. The day he decided to confess, her marriage was fixed. And just like that... his world ended. He left India with a shattered heart. But one and half a year later, fate dragged him back. And this time, she wasn't just Anupama. She was Mrs. Vanraj Shah - bound by sindoor, by mangalsutra, by vows that chained her to another man. He should have walked away. But how do you walk away from the only woman you ever loved? Especially when her husband was betraying her in the shadows. Anuj was no longer the quiet boy who loved her from afar. He was fire. He was a storm. He was an obsession. And he was ready to claim her - even if it meant tearing apart everything she called hers. 💔✨ This isn't a fairytale. This is the story of a married woman, a forbidden love, and a man who would rewrite destiny itself to make her his. ~~~~~~~~ "He lost her once... he won't lose her again - not even to her husband." "A sindoor tied her to one man. Her heartbeat belongs to another. " "Her vows chained her.... But his love burned louder. " ~~~~~~~~~~ Join this new story of our beloved MaAn ❣️ ~~~~~~~~

For every girl craving for her true love, Waiting and Longing thinking it'd never come. Losing and circling, Spiraling and crying, Wanting to find the right one. Keep the fight, Find the right, Not everyday is the night, Hope one day you'll meet the Knight.

This is me venting to the world, writing things no one would read or listen to me speaking. Its the prose poetry i tried to write😰🛐

there is a life that happens in the quiet spaces - beneath the surface, between the tides, in the bathroom with the door locked. some of it is dark. some of it is tender. all of it is true. a story told in verse. What You Can't See follows the moon from darkness to fullness and back again - through exile and hunger, through sleepless nights, through the woman you were and the one you're still becoming. For anyone who has ever been invisible and decided to stay anyway.

Taekook Fanfic Mpreg (BoyxBoy) Rom-Com No Smut Angst Read only if you are comfortable or you may leave respectfully.

"Searching (longing) for a world that doesn't (is yet to) exist." __Lumeng So, new year, new me. Emerut! Noooooo! I'm sure amma be keeping stuffs in my notes, notebooks, and etc for the year. They will be published here, because why not? This account is mine. She writes, I do. Don't know what I'll be writing but I will be. We'll know. Hopefully... and hopefully it will be something good, and not just oath to question everything that touched my existence. Good riddance, am I right? Good luck!

A guy finding a creative outlet to keep himself from going crazy. Poems about love, depression, mental health, patience, gratitude, and the world around us fill these pages. I hope you enjoy! Will be updated periodically as I write more poems. To see daily poems before they're published here, please visit @some_little_letters on Threads, and/or _little_letters on X/Twitter

Completed! This is a story of Jiya and Dhruv, two college students who loved each other in silence.

A sublime confession how love for a man can sometimes be one sided and that in order for it to prosper, one must carry on why thinking of thoughts that will leave an abstract hole between reality and spirituality. How each word spoken are melted plates of gold that will never glaciate, and will only live on as a dream. an abstract longing, incurable and dispiriting. Thinking simply of thoughts, one must weight the heaviness of such emotion amidst the crisis of change.

This is a simple work. Something I've done sitting around, bored, feeling sorry or happy, whatever the reason. Nothing too complex, nothing too interesting. I'll drop the new ones on Tuesdays. Some will be happy, some will be sad, some will be bad. Some will be things you don't even know are sad. Whatever you can find in there is to be had. So, Tuesdays, enjoy.

A princess on the run, caught between duty, danger, and the whispers of prophecy. A pirate captain whose loyalty is as unpredictable as the sea he sails, yet unshakable once tested. Secrets, choices, and hidden truths collide in the shadows of Elaura's shores. In the shadows of duty and danger, will one choice change everything... or will the world simply demand its price?

What if they have to separate because of a child ?

poems following me through alcoholism, grief, and anger

A collection of fragments from a silent heart and a wounded soul - emotions of pain, longing, love, and quiet hope, scribed by pen and bleeding through ink.

Being a teen is hard enough, but when the world actually ends, Isabella finds out just how carefree her life used to be. Boy struggles and being bullied were definitely better then hiding in bunks and running form an unknown force who conquered the world within days, using cyborgs to destroy what little everyone had left. Just when she thought things couldn't get worse, they did...

This is my first collection of poems, just a small journey through laugher, tears, and vanishing figures. The pages hold scenes of connection and then - disappearance. I hope you will be left with something more than just a poem that you have read and then forgotten in a matter of seconds. I hope you will be left with something out of reach, like a ghost in a summer rain. Thank you and enjoy.