Quietsuffering hikaye

"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."

{Under editing} "She stepped into her sister's wedding dress... and never stepped out." Ha-eun never dreamed of walking down the aisle in her sister's wedding dress. But when duty called and Ji-ah disappeared, she said yes-for her family's honor. Now she lives as a wife to a man who never chose her. And he Seo Joon-won is everything she's not ready for: calm, composed, and quietly watching. Two strangers. One marriage. In a world of cold dinners, quiet rooms, and silent heartbreaks... Will she ever reclaim the life she lost-or will this borrowed dream become her forever? __________________________ This is my first time writting story on Wattpad. English is not my first language so please ignore my grammatical mistakes.

The palace hummed with celebration, but in Avantika's quiet room, there was only silence. Her husband, the king, danced with his courtiers, the sounds of laughter and music echoing in the halls. But she remained invisible to him. She had spent years loving him in silence-waiting for a glance, a sign, anything to prove that she mattered. But he never saw her. Her love, gentle and patient, had never been returned. Over time, it had faded into quiet sorrow, but still, she waited. Tonight, as always, she sat alone, pen in hand. The letter she wrote was not the first-it never was. But this one would be the last. My Lord, I waited for you. I loved you. And I never stopped. The ink blurred with her tears as she wrote, the words heavy with everything she could never say aloud. Her heart was empty now. She knew he would never read it, never understand. The king would never know what he had lost. The letter remained, untouched, hidden in a drawer-her final confession.