Poeticromance Stories

Two souls shaped by roots and silence - Nirbhay, steady like a storm that never speaks. Aratrika, warm like sunlight that refuses to fade. When their worlds meet, quiet finds laughter, and love begins... softly, in the spaces between words. This story contains past traumas, harsh words, 18+ content. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!

He has no face in her dreams. Yet he knows her better than anyone. When Elara meets a stranger who feels painfully familiar - and speaks the words she has only ever heard in sleep - her world begins to shift. Some people enter your life like a season. And some feel like they've always been there. Spring in My Heart - a story about awakening, recognition, and the quiet magic of becoming. ONC 2026 |Exclusively on Wattpad Prompt 21: You wake from a dream about a faceless soulmate, only to meet someone in real life who feels exactly like them and somehow knows the things you've never told anyone.

An unexpected meeting on a stormy night sparks a beautiful bond between Lucas and Luna - a connection destined to change their lives forever. 🌧️❤️

Ghaton Mein Tere Saaye Banaras does not forget. It observes. On the ancient stone steps beside the Ganga, Prakriti has turned waiting into a ritual. Every evening, a diya burns steadily in her hands; every morning begins with silence. She does not pray for miracles anymore only for the strength to keep believing. In this city, time flows forward for the world, but for some hearts, it learns how to stay still. Revaan enters her life like certainty disciplined, brave, bound to a uniform and a duty larger than love. With him, Prakriti learns how affection exists between departures and returns, between promises spoken softly and fears swallowed whole. Loving him means accepting a life where faith often replaces reassurance, and devotion asks more than it gives back. But Banaras never allows stories to remain simple. As years pass, the ghats begin to hold more than memories. They hold absences that feel alive. Shadows that linger long after the light fades. Somewhere beyond what is seen or understood, something continues to remain watching, remembering, enduring. A presence that does not interrupt fate, does not ask to be chosen, and does not demand a place in her life. It exists quietly, carrying emotions that were never meant to be returned only preserved. Prakriti does not know how many forms love can take. She does not know that some bonds are not broken by time or distance they simply change their shape. They settle into silence, into prayers, into words written and rewritten without ever being spoken aloud . This is not a story about reunion. It is not a story about loss. It is a story about what stays when everything else is forced to move on. - "Ghaton ne dekha hai voh pyaar joh rukta nhi bas theherta hai" -

She didn't smile on her wedding day. Not when the veil was lifted. Not when he kissed her hand. Not even when the guests tossed flowers and called it love. Scarlet Rogers married Asher Graves because she had to. He married her because he couldn't forget the girl on the train. In a house full of cold walls and quiet breakfasts, two strangers live side by side... tied by name, bound by silence. But something stirs in the hush between footsteps... in the soft clink of teacups... in the way he watches her when she isn't looking. This is a story of love that doesn't shout... a slow, aching bloom between two people who never believed in fairy tales, until they began writing their own.

2025 srii. orginal work by srii. Please do not repost or republish.. without my permission... What if love could travel across lifetimes? In a world where time moves forward but hearts remember the past, We Meet Again - A Tale of Untold Love follows two destined souls-Prem and Maya-whose love was once cut short by fate. Through music, memories, and dreams, they are drawn back to each other, again and again. In the present day, a quiet girl named Sanya finds herself captivated by a mysterious singer, Rihan. Her recurring dreams of a forgotten village, a banyan tree, and a boy with a wooden box begin to blur the lines between past and present. This is a story of reincarnation, healing, and promises whispered beneath moonlight. A tale where anklets chime with old feelings, songs echo forgotten lives, and a poet finally finds the guitarist she once lost. Because sometimes... The universe waits. Love returns. And at last- We meet again. --- The Poet and the Guitarist /we meet again is a tender, cinematic tale of hidden admiration, artistic connection, and the unexpected ways destiny brings two souls together. Sanya, a shy poet, has long hidden her feelings in verse-secretly writing poems for a boy she's never truly met, except in her dreams. Rihan, a soulful guitarist and singer, never knew that someone out there wrote poems about his smile and the way he strummed under the stars. Bound by verses, melodies, and a silver bracelet, their paths cross at a wedding-where chance encounters spark a quiet yet powerful journey of connection. This isn't just a love story. It's about timing, silence, and the poetic threads that bind hearts before words are ever spoken. .... ‎ ‎This story is not just about love-it's about timing, silence, the power of unspoken emotions, and the poetic threads that bind hearts before words ev

He wasn't supposed to matter. Not the boy two rows behind me - calm, unreadable, the one everyone whispered about but no one dared to sit near. They called him cold. Untouchable. Honestly? I believed them. Then he caught my pen before it hit the floor. Held out an umbrella like he'd scheduled the rain himself. Ordered the exact drink I didn't even know I wanted. Little things. Efficient things. Stuff that should not have made my stomach flip like a gymnast on caffeine. It's fine, I told myself. I can keep this simple. Spoiler: I could not. Because you don't walk away from the kind of love that notices you when you're pretending no one should, that makes silence feel louder than words, that ruins you beautifully... and then smirks about it. --- His view: She thinks I don't notice. That I don't hear the pen tap three times before she writes something she's afraid to forget. That I don't see her laugh harder when she's pretending not to understand. That I don't watch her look at the world like it's always on the verge of slipping away. She doesn't realize she was in my plan from the start. I don't waste words. I don't need to. But if she asked, I'd tell her the truth. I see her first. Every time. --- Pickles, my imaginary hedgehog with a crown (don't ask), whispered smugly: "The Queen stumbles, the Knight observes. The Hedgehog knows - this is how forever begins." 🦔

A story where love doesn't arrive loudly, but slips in like morning light through a half-open curtain- soft, warm, inevitable. Two souls, raised in different corners of quiet luxury, meet not through fate's grand storms but in the gentle accidents of everyday life- a coffee shop door, a clumsy fall, a hospital corridor glowing in white. He is calmness- a steady heartbeat in human form, tall and composed, carrying poetry in his silence. She is softness wrapped in chaos- warm laughter, wild gestures, a glow that people turn toward without realizing. And when their worlds brush for the first time, something ancient wakes- a softness falling, a calmness rising, two lives bending toward each other without permission or warning. It is not magic. It is not destiny. It is something simpler, truer- the quiet romance hiding inside real life, waiting to be seen.

In the rain-kissed streets of Aranya, two souls meet by chance, their lives colliding in a fleeting moment that neither expected. Aria, a painter who speaks through colors, hides a heart full of unspoken dreams. Ethan, a musician whose melodies touch thousands, longs for a connection that goes beyond applause. When a spilled coffee and a shared umbrella bring them together, sparks ignite-not just of attraction, but of something deeper, something that feels like destiny. As their bond grows, they navigate the delicate dance of love, trust, and vulnerability, discovering that the heart's whispers can be louder than the world's noise. But life is never simple. Past secrets, unhealed wounds, and the challenges of reality threaten to pull them apart. Will their souls find a home in each other, or will the city's endless chaos drown the whispers of their hearts? Whispers of the Moonlight is a journey of love, longing, and the magic that happens when two hearts find each other in the most unexpected ways.

In Another Universe is a heart-wrenching tale of Meher and Ayaan - two souls caught between silence and timing. Meher loves Ayaan quietly through school and college, but fate pulls them apart just as he begins to see her. After her sudden loss, Ayaan is left with memories, letters, and dreams of a life where their love could finally live. - lilly

Luna - the moon who only shines in the dark. He glows because of Sol, the woman who gave him light, warmth, and reason. But now, Sol is gone. And Luna is left wondering- can he still shine without her? This is the story of Luna and Sol, a man who lost his sun, and the woman who taught him how to glow.

Very short poetic story clearing my mind of the poison of my love

A soul-stirring tale of silent love, whispered prayers, and a heart learning to trust that God writes the most beautiful endings.

"Tell me you're alright And I'll leave myself behind Just to believe it " I've always thought about myself, and never thought about other people or really tried to have friends... until he came into my life, and I thought about someone else for a change.

> He left without slamming the door. She broke without making a sound. Meher loved Aarav with everything she had - quietly, deeply, desperately. But when the silence between them grew louder than their love, she walked away... carrying only her broken pieces. Two years later, he returns - not to stay, but to confess a truth that tears her apart all over again. But Meher is no longer the girl who waited for his love. She's the woman who found herself after losing him. 💔 A story of unsent letters, missed chances, and the kind of healing that turns scars into poetry. Not every love story ends in forever... and not every forever is worth holding onto. ---

This is a poem series, in which two lovers live forever in endless pining for the other, but they are never allowed to meet. The cover image is something I found off the internet, I did NOT make it. The poem I wrote a few months ago

✨ When destiny writes a tale of passion, can two restless hearts defy the world and surrender to each other? ✨ Ishii - a free-spirited girl with a heart full of dreams. Aariz - a soulful man whose silence hides storms within. When their worlds collide, sparks turn into flames, and an untamed journey of love begins. From playful banters to soul-stirring confessions, 'When Our Hearts Collide' is not just a love story - it's a saga of emotions, where every heartbeat whispers madness, and every glance carries eternity. 🔥 A story of tashan, tenderness, and timeless love. 🔥

"He was never mine, but God forbid he belonged to anyone else."

Once, they dreamed beneath the same sky - young, fearless, and in love. Now, years later, fate brings them back as strangers bound by unspoken memories and impossible choices. Between the man she promised her future to and the one who still owns her silence, Ava must face the storm she once fled. Whisper Beneath the Old Tree is a haunting symphony of love lost, love found, and the quiet ache of what might have been. https://www.etsy.com/listing/4387929103/whisper-beneath-the-old-tree

When the wind whispers your name, I still turn around - hoping it's you. After a quiet heartbreak, Liam learns that love isn't always about holding on... sometimes it's about letting go and finding yourself in the echoes left behind. In a world of letters never sent and memories that refuse to fade, he meets someone who makes him believe that even broken hearts can still dream. The Whispering Winds of Your Name is a tender, poetic romance about love, loss, and the invisible thread that ties two souls across time, distance, and silence.